Con Superman 2x3 - Mis Aventuras

Twenty minutes later, I was standing in the back of a lowrider hearse, parked outside the Nexus Spire. The driver's seat held the most terrifying woman in Metropolis: , aka Elena Diaz, the punk-rock bruja of the Barrio Below. She wore a lace skull mask, combat boots, and a leather jacket painted with marigolds.

"SHUT UP!" the clone screamed, his perfect face cracking like porcelain. Mis aventuras con Superman 2x3

"And that's why you're the real one," I said, raising my cold coffee. "To the original." Twenty minutes later, I was standing in the

"Just tell me you can stop a clone," I squeaked. Twenty minutes later

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."