Mis — Aventuras Con Superman 2x3

I held up my phone. I'd recorded the clone's entire monologue earlier. And on the screen, I played a video of the real Superman—not fighting, but helping an old lady cross the street. Giving a kid his cape to use as a blanket. Eating a hot dog with mustard on his nose and laughing.

"Something muerta ?" I asked, pulling out my phone. "Because I know a girl." Mis aventuras con Superman 2x3

That’s when the window exploded.

"Welp," I said. "Next time on Mis aventuras con Superman …" I held up my phone

Twenty minutes later, I was standing in the back of a lowrider hearse, parked outside the Nexus Spire. The driver's seat held the most terrifying woman in Metropolis: , aka Elena Diaz, the punk-rock bruja of the Barrio Below. She wore a lace skull mask, combat boots, and a leather jacket painted with marigolds. Giving a kid his cape to use as a blanket

"Stay back!" Superman yelled at me, struggling. "He's strong. And he keeps quoting The Art of War out of context!"