"Or maybe," I yawned, "Metropolis needs to update its eye-scan security."
"Hey, Knockoff Kent!" Lois shouted. "You missed a spot!"
Lois punched my arm. But she was smiling.
And he did. He snatched her up and flew toward the newly constructed "Nexus Spire" downtown. Mis aventuras con Superman 2x3
And somewhere, in a dark lab across the city, a pod began to hum.
Before I could say "Wham! Blam! Oh, cram!", a red-and-blue blur intercepted him. The real Superman slammed into the clone, and they crashed through three walls of the Daily Planet.
"I… I was supposed to be better ," he whispered. "Faster. Stronger. Without the doubt." "Or maybe," I yawned, "Metropolis needs to update
"And that's why you're the real one," I said, raising my cold coffee. "To the original."
That’s when Lois did something insane. She grabbed a fire extinguisher, ran to the edge of the rubble, and sprayed the clone directly in the face. He coughed, sputtered, and punched Superman into the planet's globe, which wobbled dangerously.
We entered the Spire. The lobby was a mess of shattered glass and frozen security guards—literally frozen. Ice crystals crept up the walls. In the center, Lois was tied to a chair, arguing with the clone. And he did
La Catrina wiped her knife on her jacket. "See? Ghosts just want to be remembered. Even the ugly ones."
We clinked cups. Then Lois's phone buzzed.
"Something muerta ?" I asked, pulling out my phone. "Because I know a girl."
Later, on the roof of the Daily Planet, the three of us sat in the sunset. Superman had a black eye. Lois had a broken nail and a triumphant smirk. I had a cold coffee that I didn't even care about.
The clone stared. His mercury eyes dimmed. And then, like a candle snuffed out, he crumbled into a pile of frozen ash and shattered test tubes.