Superman Vs. The Elite Page #3

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Hello, again.

Come on, you lot. He doesn't bite.

That's a pity.

Big fella goes by Coldcast.

The Hat's our resident master

of hocus-pocus...

...and fortune cookie wordsmith.

Your lucky numbers are four, eight, 15...

-...and...

- I'm Menagerie, but you can call me Pam.

At this number. Anytime.

Down, girl.

Good to meet you all. Thank you again for

what you did in Bialya, but we need to talk.

Of course. Someone comes sniffing

around your tomato...

...so to speak, you need to get a look-see.

Due diligence.

We're an open book.

So if you'll just relax...

Sorry. I heard your

telepathic shout before.

But my mind is protected from anything

deeper by a series of psychic blocks.

Best I've seen too.

Got a few skeletons rattling around

up there you don't want out?

I'm not looking for your deepest, darkest.

Showing is faster than telling.

I hate to hear me own voice,

believe it or not.

Don't believe him.

Only thing shuts him up is a soccer game.

Football, you uneducated Yank.

This is low-level stuff, Supes.

Promise. Like telly in HD.

- All right.

- Apologies in advance...

...for the graphic nature

of what you're about to see.

Some of us had it rough

in the origin department.

I'm off, then. See you at dinner.

Lucky I give you a roof and a pillow,

you worthless squib.

You want something to eat?

Work it out for yourself.

Take the girl with you.

Can't stand her mewling.

It's a Cinderella story, really.

I was the unplanned fifth

of five boys...

...left to fend for meself after me mum died

giving birth to number six.

The only girl. Vera.

Ooh. What's wrong, love?

I lost my mum!

Oh, don't fret, dear.

We'll find your mum.

The only good thing I had.

Brothers had all gone off

and wound up dead or in jail...

...where they wound up dead anyway.

But Vera, she was special.

Did what I could to protect her.

But really, she was always

taking care of me, till that summer.

Plenty of loose wallets in Heaton Park.

Not proud of it, but hungry is hungry.

- Good day! Let's get ice cream before...

- Aah!

Thought it was puberty,

you know. Headaches.

The feeling that my body

was turning against me.

But it was getting worse by the week.

But that day...

There's one of them.

I couldn't stand. Couldn't run.

A damn cripple. If it wasn't for Vera...

Sod off, copper.

No!

Vera!

It was a frigging horror show.

Me, on my knees. Vera screaming.

And I was helpless,

praying for it all to stop.

Imagine my shock when it did.

Goodbye, headaches. Hello, power.

After that it's the usual fish tale.

Her Majesty's secret service took notice,

gave me a bed...

...and taught me about hurting

bad people in the name of freedom.

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