Superman flew in, throwing a desk. The clone caught it. They wrestled, laser eyes clashing in a shower of sparks. That's when La Catrina stepped forward, pulled out a obsidian knife, and sliced her own palm.
Superman’s jaw tightened. "That's… that's a fragment of Kryptonian birthing matrix. It shouldn't exist." Mis aventuras con Superman 2x3
"Hey, fantasma !" she called out. "You're not Superman. You're the echo of a dream he had after a bad burrito. Time to wake up." Superman flew in, throwing a desk
"And that's why you're the real one," I said, raising my cold coffee. "To the original." Superman flew in
That’s when the window exploded.