Superman: Brainiac Attacks Page #3

As Superman? Dandy.

But she can't seem

to look Clark Kent in the eye.

Well, maybe it's the spectacles.

Ever consider getting

that new-fangled laser surgery?

He doesn't need glasses.

Right, right, x-ray vision. I knew that.

Look, Lois is a crack reporter.

Best there is.

It's only a matter of time

before she gets past the glasses...

...sees through my disguise.

I'm concerned she won't ever trust me...

...or Superman again.

I need to tell Lois the truth.

So, what's keeping you, Clark?

You got our support.

I have powerful enemies who would give

anything to find my weak spot.

If any one of them were to discover

what Lois might learn...

...that Clark Kent is Superman....

Well, I can't knowingly put Lois...

...put anyone I care about,

in that kind of danger.

Son, we know you're Superman,

and we're just fine.

Clark, if there's one thing we've learned

since being blessed with you...

...a risk is worth taking if it's for love.

Since you've already hijacked

Lex 9000 once on your own...

...I have an automatic alibi.

You just build the stuff.

Enough dallying.

My biotechnic-grafting process

requires an incubation period.

Hold your horses, Brainy.

We have a couple of extras

for your travel kit. One:

Kryptonite.

A smidgeon, but who knows?

Combined with your new firepower...

...it might be just enough

to kick things up a notch.

And second?

We took a swab

off your shiny little dome...

...and guess what turned up.

Your IQ.

Seems Super-Duperman

clocked you so hard...

...he left a little something

for you to remember him by.

A strand of DNA.

With the Kryptonian's DNA,

I can lock on to his energy signature...

...track him wherever he may be.

That's right, partner.

Superman may run

faster than a speeding bullet...

...but he can't hide.

See you at Superman's funeral.

Night.

See you in the a.m.

Not so fast.

Kent, need you

to cover for Sarah tonight.

She just called in sick.

Lovesick.

No, ate some bad clams.

You'll be reviewing

Lamont Laboe's new hot spot.

Trs chichi.

But, Perry, I don't know

the first thing about how to--

Lane, the reservation's for two.

Help the man out.

Hungry?

Once again, I am reborn.

-I didn't know it was gonna be so....

-Dark?

Welcome to Le Chateau Laboe...

...the most romantic

dining experience in Metropolis.

Are we celebrating

an anniversary tonight?

Honeymooning?

Dating.

-Actually, we're....

-Critics.

So let's keep things professional, huh?

I love to dine surrounded by beauty.

After I make a show of mopping up Brainiac

with one of my patented Lexosuits...

...l'll be the new boy scout

of Metropolis.

And the military will finally beg

to pay you top dollar for them.

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