The phone rings loudly, echoing through the tiny apartment.

"Cheeks, can you get that?" comes the shouted response from the green-suited figure in the kitchen, busily folding dishtowels into the shapes of various superhero insignias.

Across planet Earth on every major television network, every radio and every live stream using satellites to broadcast, the head and shoulders of the Cyborg Superman appears. Using his mastery over technopathy he broadcasts his message ( Read more... )

"Hi, I'm Louie Lebowski, and I welcome you one and all to the first episode in the new series of You! Are! Wrong!!!" The studio audience applauds, cheers and hoots as the purple-suited host punches the airs and jogs the the sparkling podium of the new set for You Are Wrong, the pre-eminent national scandal show ( Read more... )

Booster Gold wasn't really generally a man who went on patrol very often. Because, really, Superman likes to do that, and why would I want to take fun away from him?

Okay, if he was being perfectly honest with himself, he usually went out flying when he wanted to clear his mind, or just to get a little exercise in. Or escape Gladys and her need for ( Read more... )

Dr. Elizabeth Baxter was on her way home from a long, hard night at Metropolis General Hospital. Yes, it was late, and dark, but the young doctor didn't think anything of taking some of the seedier alleys in order to get home sooner. First, she was too tired to think clearly, and second, fear of Superman tended to make most petty criminals think ( Read more... )

Lonnie Machin, AKA Anarky, is a difficult person to find. Mostly because he's supposed to be dead ( Read more... )

"Egg-cellence, my little chicks, pure egg-cellence." Egghead stalked around the room as his henchmen pointed their scrambler guns at the warehouse staff ( Read more... )

You'd have to be a fool or some kind of hermit to have missed the news - Solomon Grundy was running wild, everywhere! In fact, even a few fools had managed to hear about the goings-on ( Read more... )

"Geez Louise," says Boston Brand as he floats above the encroaching hoarde of zombies making their way down Siegal Avenue (near the corner of Siegal & Shuster). "I coulda sworn zombies were over months ago. Ah, well. Whattaya gonna do ( Read more... )

They do this a few times a year. Normal citizens - the unenlightened - in all cities that there is a church dedicated to the wisdom of Brother Blood, and even some which don't, get their doors knocked on -

Well before noon.