JLA Adventures: Trapped in Time Page #4

Never mind them!

I have a new ally and most powerful servant.

Time trapper, bow to them.

Time shall mend all slights.

He's scary and strange. Me like him.

Ls he your, ha, ha, plaything?

I will use time trapper's powers

to destroy the Justice League once and for all.

Before they even began.

- And that's the whole story.

- What she said.

Fascinating.

Just when we believe Lex Luthor dead,

he returns, not from Hades but from the future.

Imagine what the power of time travel

could do in that maniac's hands.

I'd really rather not. Lex has to be stopped.

Justice League, we have to move now.

These were all "hold the pickles," right?

Now is the hour.

Time trapper, I now command you

to open a portal to a certain cornfield...

...in Smallville, Kansas, some years ago.

As the sands of time run

thy will shall be done

legion of doom, you will go into the past...

...and keep the baby Kal-El

from ever falling into the hands...

...of those sickeningly sweet rubes,

Martha and Jonathan Kent.

Guys, you gotta hear this to believe it.

They won't raise the baby,

because you will take him...

...put him back in his space crib,

and launch him far, far away from this planet.

Thus, Superman will never come

to exist here on Earth.

And without Superman,

the Justice League will never be formed.

We will have won our greatest victory,

and the world will be ours.

Not if I have anything to say about it.

- The Flash?

- You sound so surprised.

He always shows up first.

Forget them. Go.

Change the past as I have commanded.

Ahh. Will someone get Bizarro?

Time trapper, seal the portal.

-You won't get away with this, Lex.

-Hurry, before it shuts.

You, protect me.

Come, we have work to do.

I brought my coupons,

but I can't seem to find them.

- Can I help you all with something?

- I believe you can.

I was just about to say,

"we're not in Kansas anymore."

But this is the one time that doesn't work.

I don't understand it, not one bit.

That this little bugger

would just fall out of the sky?

Oh, Paul, thank goodness he wasn't hurt.

- Isn't he just the cutest?

-Sure is, but who does he belong to?

That's Solomon Grundy baby.

Excuse me?

The words my loving

and very tall spouse attempts to speak...

...are that you have found our baby,

and we are eternally grateful.

Solomon Grundy says thank you

from bottom of inky-black soul.

But how'd he get in this spaceship?

Oh, that is no spaceship. It is, um....

Simply is little baby carriage

his father made for him at the steel mill.

Okay, then.

Thank you very much.

You can go home now.

Nothing to see here. Bye.

Have a nice life.

Mission accomplished.

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