Mis Aventuras Con Superman 2x3 [WORKING]

"You owe me, Olsen," she said, cracking her knuckles. Her fingers glowed with a pale, necrotic light. "That story you didn't run about my abuela's ghost-taco truck? We're even."

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.

And somewhere, in a dark lab across the city, a pod began to hum.

"Stay back!" Superman yelled at me, struggling. "He's strong. And he keeps quoting The Art of War out of context!" Mis aventuras con Superman 2x3

"That's the third time this week, Jimmy," Lois said, shoving her phone in my face. "Three different people with the exact same retinal pattern. It's not a glitch. It's a clone glitch."

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.

The clone turned, his mercury eyes narrowing. "Lois Lane. My database indicates you are 'the one who got away.' Correction: I will now catch you." "You owe me, Olsen," she said, cracking her knuckles

It began, as many of my disasters do, with a lack of caffeine. I, Jimmy Olsen, was running on three hours of sleep and a stale donut. Lois was already in full bulldog mode, chasing a lead about a shadowy new tech startup called "Nexus Genetics" that had sprouted like a poisonous flower in Metropolis’s Suicide Slums.

"Something muerta ?" I asked, pulling out my phone. "Because I know a girl."

Superman landed next to me, clutching his ribs. "Jimmy, I need you to get to safety. He's using Kryptonian cells mixed with… something else. Something cold." We're even

"So," Lois said, nudging Superman. "A clone. Think there are more?"

I looked at the empty vault. Then at my cold coffee.