The Death of Superman Page #6

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S.T.A.R. Labs wanted

some rock samples.

All right. Well, if that's it,

we'll meet next Thursday.

Same Bat time,

same Bat channel.

- I won't be here.

- Why?

Yeah, if I can be here,

you can be here.

Dude, it takes you all of three

seconds to get here and back.

Two at most,

but point taken.

I have a meeting with the headmaster

at Damian's boarding school.

No way! Batman has a

parent-teacher conference? That's great.

Are you in the PTA too?

Tell me you're in the PTA.

I'm Batman.

We need more chaperones

for homecoming.

Who has to be

convinced to sign up?

I'm just joking.

I think that's great.

Is he still

glaring at me?

Hmm.

We could've just pushed the

meeting back to that evening.

Ah, can't. I've got

rehearsal dinner that night.

Is he in a play?

He's getting married. Somehow.

Yup, married the next day.

Limos, banquet hall, DJ,

the whole shebang.

Just the immediate family,

you understand?

Does Iris know?

She better,

she picked the date.

No, I mean, does

she know about you?

Are you kidding?

I told her ages ago.

Oh, geez, Supes. You can't drop a

bomb like that on a honeymoon.

- Aren't you worried?

- About what?

About bringing her

into your world?

The dangers, the sacrifice...

Clark, that's what

marriage is all about.

This calls for a toast. We've

got some beer in the fridge.

I know. Milk for you.

Congratulations. Where you going?

Fiji, Bora Bora, SeaWorld?

Okay, Flash, there

are times when speed is not good.

So, next thing I know,

he's climbed on top of that bull.

It couldn't throw off

my little Clark though.

The kid was

a daredevil.

This Clark? The guy

who irons his socks?

Dad, come on! TMI.

- What's that mean?

- Too much information, Jonathan.

I'm sure Lois has heard

half these stories before.

Not really.

Not at all.

That's because if my folks

have taught me one thing,

it's not to talk

about myself.

That's a parent's job.

Mission accomplished. Sounds

like there's a lot I don't know.

Warn me now, if I should

keep my distance.

Well, you wouldn't be the first

young lady to break his heart.

TMI, Ma!

Oh, now, we're getting

to the good stuff.

Well, first there was Lana,

lovely girl, lived next door.

She'll come over once in a while, not...

Not like Pete Ross.

I mean, he was

there every day.

I always wondered

about that boy.

Well, then there was the girl on the

swim team. Laurel, Laura... Um...

Lori. Lori Lemaris.

I remember her. She was quite a catch.

- Pa!

- Clark's right.

Maybe we shouldn't talk about her.

I am serving halibut.

Come on. Taxi!

Here it comes.

And there it goes.

You okay?

You couldn't wait to get me

out of there, could you?

Well, that's not true. I didn't want

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