>>5959492>Pencils: Jon Bogdanove. Inks & Colors: Dennis Janke.>Alt-Text: Superman smiles with long flowing hair. He glows with energy.>Dialogue Samples: Grant Morrison. Steve Perry. Dwayne McDuffie. Jeph Loeb.IVY:
The answer is clear. The Green <span class="mu-s">began</span> with nourishment.
Ever since a clumsy cell tried to consume your blue-green forerunner and instead was blessed with the gift of the sun, the goal of The Parliament of Trees has been to provide for this brutal realm.
The soft-celled savages that claim to rule the Earth must be dealt with. They are in the wilderness and they need a garden.
It’s a cold world. They need warmth
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BATMAN: We’re coming in hot!
SFX: CRASH!
You’re trained in jetpack piloting, but practice never had a class for carrying 100 kilos of semi-floating alien weight.
BATMAN: We landed in the courtyard. We’ll have to walk to the Manor.
SUPERMAN: This is Wayne Manor. You’re Bruce Wayne!
BATMAN: You didn’t find out? Even after I discovered who you are?
SUPERMAN: Revenge, as they say, is a sucker’s game.
BATMAN: Who says that?
SUPERMAN: My therapist. I highly recommend it.
BATMAN: *hh* You too?
SUPERMAN: Doubt all you want, but they helped me see that getting back at you or Pa wouldn’t help me. Any energy spent on you would be effort I could dedicate to my own dream, making a better world.
BATMAN: And what if <span class="mu-s">vengeance</span> makes a better world?
SUPERMAN: Vengence is like 2 am street meet from a food cart you’ve never been to. It might feel good at the moment, but there's no nutrition when it sets in your stomach.
BATMAN: Your therapist tell you that too?
SUPERMAN: Nope. That’s a Clark Kent original. When this is all over we should hang out. I know a burger place in the city with the best fries on the East Coast. And the shakes are so thick, they’re to die-
SFX: CHK-CHK
Alfred steps from the shadows, a Benelli M4 Super 90 pointed at your chest.
ALFRED: Halt. And Identify yourselves.
SUPERMAN: Your butler guards your house with a shotgun?
ALFRED: You told him I’m your butler?
BATMAN: We need to get to the solar batteries.
ALFRED: Of course. Though I will note your changing of the subject. I didn’t come out in the middle of the night and engage in the continental obsession of gratuitously racking a shotgun to be called a “butler.”
SUPERMAN: I like this guy. I’m Superman. *hnng*
They shake hands as Superman winces.
ALFRED: Alfred “Beagle” Pennyworth. Now let’s get you to medical attention. I haven't lost a patient from this planet, I shan’t treat one from yours any differently.
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You and Alfred lift Superman into the Bat Sun Chamber.
SUPERMAN: You tested this right?
BATMAN: When used on your skin cells they showed a 300% growth rate.
SUPERMAN: Of course you have my skin cells.
BATMAN: Are you ready for this?
SUPERMAN: Yup. Let’s save the world.
You flip the switch and the power of the sun bathes the cave.
