Superman/Batman: Apocalypse

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Tonight, I promise, we're not going to talk about President Luthor's impeachment.

Instead, I wanna switch gears...

to Gotham's new fleet of automated surveillance blimps...

which took flight earlier this week.

Are these unmanned eyes in the sky a black eye on people's privacy?

That's what civil liberty groups are saying. What about you?

Before we get to your calls, here's headline news. Vicki?

A.J., blimps aren't the only sights we've been seeing these last few nights.

A rash of meteor showers has lit up the skies from coast to coast this week...

following the destruction of a giant kryptonite asteroid by our own dark knight.

Today, NASA officials, who have been monitoring the situation...

say we've seen the last of these shooting stars...

since most of the kryptonite debris has moved beyond Earth's orbit.

Meanwhile, there's been no comment from Batman...

who seems to have gone back into seclusion.

This morning in the nation's capital...

Superman completed his deposition for the impeachment hearings.

He hoped the removal of President Luthor...

would usher in a new era of peace and tranquility.

From what we gather, something has come down near Gotham harbor.

Let's take some more callers.

It was unbelievable.

It lit up my bedroom like the middle of the day.

There was this big boom...

and then the whole apartment just started shaking.

I was so scared.

Huge fireball. My neighbor said it fell in the bay.

Had to be a meteor, right?

I mean, what else could it have been?

Hey, check it out.

Well, hello, beautiful. You getting a little fresh air?

Whoa, whoa. Slow down, honey. What is that, Swedish?

Hey, Gus, I think she likes you.

Come on, sweetheart. Let old Gus give you a private lesson in foreign relations.

Hey, lady. Gus may be a jerk, but you shouldn't have...

Lady, I didn't have nothing to do with them. Here, take it.

It's all I got. I swear.

GUs: Hey, man, you okay?

Tell me what happened.

Lady, are you all right?

Bring her down.

Enough.

I don't know who you are, but you've had enough fun for one night.

Her DNA is definitely not human.

Enhance.

Extremely high concentrations of neural stem cells.

Her name is Kara Zor-El, from Krypton.

She's my cousin.

Your cousin just torched $50,000 worth of custom hardware.

- Send me the bill. - On a reporter's salary, right.

"This vessel contains my daughter, Kara Zor-El..."

from the now dead planet Krypton.

Treat her as you would your own child.

"She will prove a treasure for your world."

Treasure. You're sure of the translation?

It says treasure. Not terror, not trouble.

Always the cynic. You can't help yourself, can you?

You know those tests I was running?

Her cellular structure is a shade more dense than yours.

She metabolizes sunlight more efficiently.

It could be her youth. It could be something else.

Bottom line, she might be more powerful than you.

It makes me wonder. So does her sudden appearance.

I find it just a little too...

Speak English. It's attacking.

What's attacking?

That.

Krypto. No.

Bad dog.

Kara's a friend. Leave her alone.

I'm sorry, I...

I've tried to get him to like me, but he just barks and growls, he hates me.

Go up to your quarters.

But I didn't do anything wrong.

We'll talk later.

Krypto's just feeling a little overprotective. Aren't you, boy?

I don't know. I've always considered him a good judge of character.

Look, she's been through a lot.

Not to mention learning an entire language in less than a week.

- Why don't you cut her some slack? - We don't know anything about her.

She claims to have no memory of anything prior to splashing down in Gotham Bay.

I'm not saying there aren't loose ends.

Having no control over her powers is more than a loose end.

She's dangerous.

Which is why she's in quarantine until she can gain control.

She may be the only blood relative I have left.

I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, at least for the time being.

You don't have a problem with that, do you?

No problem at all.

But I can't speak for the dog.

Spying on me now?

You don't like me, do you?

Huh. It's you that has the problem.

Why can't you leave me alone? You'll never understand what it's like to be me.

Then explain it to me until I do.

Does any of this help fill in your memory lapses?

Some. I know that's my Uncle Jor-El and my Aunt Lara.

Because Superman, Kal-El, told you.

No. Because I remember.

Uncle Jor-El was like my father.

They both believed the planet was doomed...

which is why my father also built a ship.

He told me the navigation system was locked onto Earth...

and that he and my mother would soon follow.

I was just about out when...

I saw them die, right before my eyes.

And then there was that light, that awful, blistering light.

Then, all I remember is darkness.

The rest you told me.

How the asteroid carried me across the galaxy...

until it broke and I landed here.

Do you remember your mother's name?

You know I don't.

Why don't you trust me?

Kal-El has enemies who would go to great lengths to destroy him.

You think I would hurt my own cousin?

Perhaps not intentionally.

I sensed your presence earlier because I thought I heard your heartbeat.

I was wrong.

You have no heart.

My Treasure, you are one of the finest warriors on Apokolips.

But do you really think you have what it takes to be captain of the honor guard...

to the almighty Darkseid?

Bring them forth so they can taste my blade.

Furies.

This one was no match for us.

Let the dogs clean up the mess.

You disappoint me, Granny Goodness.

You led me to believe Treasure could replace Big Barda as captain of my guard.

She showed such promise.

There has been an interesting development on Earth.

Bring me the girl who fell out of the sky.

The one they call Kara.

And this time don't fail me.

Or it will be you, dear Granny, whom the Furies carve up next.

I'm so glad to be out of quarantine, I can't tell you.

Don't get me wrong, I like the Fortress of solitude.

But you have to admit, it is a little boring.

Metropolis is much more my style.

This is the life I want, Kal. Uh...

I mean, Clark.

You've got plenty of time to decide.

I wanna know everything there is to know about being an Earth girl.

Where do we start?

I have a pretty good idea. Come on.

Whoa!

Ready?

Ta-da!

Well?

Uh, no way.

Perfect. I'll take it.

Oops. Heh-heh-heh.

Oh, my gosh. That was so much fun.

I'm going to love being an Earth girl.

You've certainly got the shopping part down.

Are you hungry? I'm starving.

- They're not really made out of...? - No.

That's so good.

Well, that's it.

Shopping, junk food...

I'd say you're a bona fide Earth girl.

It's so beautiful here.

Not like that other city where Grumpy Ass lives.

Grumpy Ass isn't so bad once you get to know him.

What's his problem anyway?

He just wants you to take things a little slower.

Adapting to a new culture, any culture, can be difficult.

Is that why you wear those eyeglasses, as a way of adapting...

even though you can see better than anyone?

It's a way for those of us who are heroes to have lives without the cape.

It's important to keep our identities a secret.

That's why Mr. Friendly never takes off his lead-lined cowl.