Superman Vs. The Elite Page #2

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since Brainiac ate Boston.

Someone's gonna break this story

and it better be us.

It's a given that I am getting

the scoop on these newbies, right?

Not unless you can type

Do not make me unleash

my feminine wiles on you, Clark Kent.

Too late.

For someone who plays fair,

you can really suck sometimes.

"Telekinetic.

Conjured a dragon out of thin air."

Outstanding, Kent.

- Been on the phone with your source?

- Tweeting, actually, sir.

Take point on this.

Book a flight wherever you need to go.

Take Lane if she's still talking to you.

Hope you like cold showers, Smallville.

You spoke to Superman?

What did he say?

Are these guys the real deal or what?

The jury's still out, Jimmy.

He said they're strong.

Really strong.

But there's something about them.

Looks like they did

a pretty good job to me.

If you boys are done gossiping,

some lady in England...

...just went online claiming to know

all about Superman's new best friends.

- Sorry there's no movie.

- Don't try to be cute.

You're lucky I'm letting you fly me there.

Once we hit the ground,

it's every reporter for herself.

Unless I get something really juicy.

Ah. Learning.

I practically raised the lad.

He played football in me garden

and teased me cats, the rascal. Ha-ha.

But a big heart, oh, a big heart.

Always helped come harvest.

What's his name, Mrs. Munsch?

It's not for me to say, is it?

Unless you're willing to pay

for the exclusive.

If she knows anything,

I'm the Martian Manhunter.

There go all of my fantasies.

I'm gonna go knock down some doors.

Call me if you get anything.

- You too.

- We'll see.

I'll tell it all. How he saved

Churchill from that nasty Doberman.

With just his brain.

Quite the looker.

Your reporter friend.

I'm not into the golden oldies.

Subspace teleport pods.

All the cool HQs have them.

So are you stalking me

or are you here for the scenery?

You never gave me your cell.

Had to start somewhere.

Quite the detective. Following the guy...

...with the Union Jack

tatted to his chest to England? Heh.

Come on, I'm just breaking

your boots, Superman.

Truth is I ramble when I get nervous...

...and I'm in a bit of a twist

having a jaw with Superman. Ha.

- Let's start with your name.

- Manchester Black.

Aspiring do-gooder and all-around

pain in the ass at your service.

You wanna talk? Let's talk.

Just not here.

Never could stand the smell of the place.

Feeding time.

Hey, some parsnips and carrots.

Good for the skin.

- This is inhuman.

- Just think what a service you're providing...

...having all your energy

sucked into the city's electronic grid.

It's almost like

you cooked your own supper.

Incoming. It's the big guy.

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