Superman: Brainiac Attacks Page #2

Beauty isn't skin-deep.

Look who's talking,

Miss Only Has Eyes For Superman.

I won't deny there's something about

a flying man in tights that

gets me tingly...

...but when you look into someone's eyes

and get that connected feeling...

...like somehow

you've always known them...

...that's when you know it's right.

So, Jimmy, get past the glasses, huh?

Hey, someone mention chili fries?

Yeah, about four hours ago.

Well, you two have fun.

I have a Superman story to finish.

Check out my snaps, Mr. K.

Mercy may work for the dark side...

...but I think that just adds

to her dangerous allure.

I wouldn't know, Jimmy.

She's not exactly my type.

Hello, anyone home?

What? Where am I?

I was hoping his first words

would be " Dada."

Where are you?

And Lex Luthor gave him sight.

-Lex Luthor?

-In the flesh.

-I know of you through my--

-Acquisition of knowledge...

...through my patented Lexlabs

supercomputer....

Your tone conveys a familiarity that

has not yet been earned, Lex Luthor.

You know, it's just

that kind of braggadocio...

...that got you brained to bits

in the first place.

By the son of Krypton, yes.

I'm feeling the love here. Are you?

Brainy, babe, you and I are both

muy simpatico.

We're both into the

world-domination thing...

...and we both despise the superpowered

boy scout of Metropolis.

If you have a point, make it.

I can provide you with the

ultimate opportunity...

-...to annihilate Superman.

-And in return?

You allow me to publicly avenge

the Man of Steel.

Put on a big show, playing hero,

chase you from Earth.

Then you take over some other world

far away...

...and leave the domination

of this one to me.

-We both live happily ever after.

-The end.

We make strange allies, Lex Luthor.

But giving up Earth is small sacrifice

for ridding the galaxies

of my mortal enemy.

Let's rebuild you, partner.

I am a biotechnic entity.

All that I require

is proximity to technology...

...to incorporate into my very being.

Hey, I didn't mean

to step on any proverbial toes.

But if that's the case...

...I suggest that we incorporate you...

...with something other

than a toaster oven this time.

Something with a little more...

...muscle.

Clark, is something troubling you?

You hardly touched

your chicken and dumplings.

Yeah, you usually have

at least six helpings.

I'm watching my carbs, Mom.

Well, we're sure glad you flew home

for the weekend, son.

Since you've been in Metropolis,

we barely see you.

Figured it was work keeping you busy.

Or a lady.

-Any thoughts about settling down?

-On Earth?

Oh, I'm here to stay.

Lois has been on my mind. Again.

How are things, you know,

going with her?

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