Archaeologist Dr. June Moone... Wondered into the wrong cave. She opened something she shouldn't have... releasing a Metahuman more powerful than any we've encountered. The enchantress.
— So now we have the man who never misses.
— Where'd you put him?
— Let's just say. I put him in a hole and threw away the hole.
— Goodnight.
— You look tired. You should stop working nights.
— You should shut it down, or my friends and I will do it for you.
That's the difference between us you believe in friendship. I believe in leverage.
— We lose a national hero... But you sit there looking like the cat that ate the canary.
— I've eaten a lot of canaries.
— How are you not dead?
— We-we just saved the world. A "thank you" would be nice.
— Thank you.
— You're welcome.
— So, we did all of this and we don't get shit?
— 10 years off you prison sentences.
— Nah, that's not enough. I'm seeing my daughter.
— That can be arranged. An other requests?
— An Espresso machine.
— Bet.
You know what the problem with a Metahuman is? The human part. We got lucky with superman. He shared our values. The next superman might not.
— See... The firing pin is filed down, right? Mag full of dummy rounds. If I pull the trigger, nothing happens.
— You're absolutely right. Why would we give a loaded weapon to an infamous hitman? Go ahead, pull the trigger. Empty it.
— Don't empty nothing. You don't even know this lady. I've known you, like, nine months. Remember when I brought you that cookie? That was a real cookie.
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