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Superman flew in, throwing a desk. The clone caught it. They wrestled, laser eyes clashing in a shower of sparks. That's when La Catrina stepped forward, pulled out a obsidian knife, and sliced her own palm.

"Something muerta ?" I asked, pulling out my phone. "Because I know a girl."

La Catrina wiped her knife on her jacket. "See? Ghosts just want to be remembered. Even the ugly ones."

Superman landed next to me, clutching his ribs. "Jimmy, I need you to get to safety. He's using Kryptonian cells mixed with… something else. Something cold." Mis aventuras con Superman 2x3

The clone stared. His mercury eyes dimmed. And then, like a candle snuffed out, he crumbled into a pile of frozen ash and shattered test tubes.

Lois punched my arm. But she was smiling.

"Hey, fantasma !" she called out. "You're not Superman. You're the echo of a dream he had after a bad burrito. Time to wake up." Superman flew in, throwing a desk

I looked at the empty vault. Then at my cold coffee.

"Or maybe," I yawned, "Metropolis needs to update its eye-scan security."

"So," Lois said, nudging Superman. "A clone. Think there are more?" That's when La Catrina stepped forward, pulled out

Before I could say "Wham! Blam! Oh, cram!", a red-and-blue blur intercepted him. The real Superman slammed into the clone, and they crashed through three walls of the Daily Planet.

That’s when the window exploded.

That left me. Jimmy Olsen. With a broken camera, a half-eaten donut, and a terrifying idea.

That’s when Lois did something insane. She grabbed a fire extinguisher, ran to the edge of the rubble, and sprayed the clone directly in the face. He coughed, sputtered, and punched Superman into the planet's globe, which wobbled dangerously.