The Arrival of a God, the Second Kryptonian!

BOOM!

Superman's body plummeted from the sky like a kite with its string cut, sent flying by a single punch from Doomsday.

He smashed through the walls of three office buildings before coming to rest deep in the ruins of a fourth, throwing up clouds of dust.

Chunks of concrete and lengths of rebar slid off him.

He struggled to rise, but a metallic taste surged up his throat. He spat a mouthful of hot blood, staining the shattered S on his chest red.

Tired.

An exhaustion unlike anything he had ever known swept through every cell of his body.

The solar energy within him had fallen to a dangerously low level during his relentless fight with the monster.

His bones felt ready to come apart. Every breath pulled at his wounds, sending agonizing pain through his body.

He raised his head and looked through the dust at the gray demon rampaging through the ruined city.

Doomsday did not pursue him. Instead, it grabbed a double-decker bus and hurled it like a stone toward a hospital where people were being evacuated.

"No!"

Superman's eyes widened in horror. He tried to stop it, but his body would not obey. All he could do was watch the bus hurtle toward the hospital.

For the first time, despair seized the Man of Steel's heart with terrifying force.

Then it happened.

A figure appeared without warning in the bus's path.

He made no sound or dramatic gesture. He simply hovered there, motionless.

He wore a perfectly tailored black coat, spotless amid the hellish ruins around him.

BANG.

The bus, heavy enough to bring down a building, struck the air before him as though it had hit an invisible, unbreakable wall.

Its front end flattened into a sheet of metal in an instant. Then the