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Prisoner in his own mind. Yeah, this is loads of fun. The first few hours were full of trying to overload Scavenger with angry thoughts, screaming at the top of his mental "lungs". The old fart blocked him out like he had cotton in his ears.
No good.
Cousin Kal's told him in the past about their specific vulnerability to mental attacks. Comes with the Kryptonian territory. Whatever this was that displaced him, shoved him into the backseat in his own mind, it couldn't be fought by punching, or by tactile telekinesis. So what? Would Superman just give up and sit and sulk? Probably not.
Krypto. Krypto would know something was wrong. He'd have to.
Come on, boy. Look at me. Look at the way I'm walking, the tone of my voice. You gotta know it's not me driving the bus. Get Kal. Hell, get Lois.
No good.
Cousin Kal's told him in the past about their specific vulnerability to mental attacks. Comes with the Kryptonian territory. Whatever this was that displaced him, shoved him into the backseat in his own mind, it couldn't be fought by punching, or by tactile telekinesis. So what? Would Superman just give up and sit and sulk? Probably not.
Krypto. Krypto would know something was wrong. He'd have to.
Come on, boy. Look at me. Look at the way I'm walking, the tone of my voice. You gotta know it's not me driving the bus. Get Kal. Hell, get Lois.