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Superman's Punch Line

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Superman would have never expected the Joker to be a huge threat. Maybe 
he should have. Underestimating can be lethal. 

Superman would soon learn that lesson. Entering the factory, he knew 
the Joker would be inside. It was dark and raining outside. The patter 
of the rain on the roof was audible as he entered. Curiously, the 
crates and equipment must have been lined with lead, making his x-ray 
vision useless. 

He heard Joker cackling in the distance. He must have looked a sight, 
wandering around the factory. “Lost, Supe-y?” Joker called out. 
Superman was getting frustrated. 

“Come out, Joker. It’s only a matter of time. I know what you’ve been 
up to.” Superman belted. “Do you? That’s funny, you’re making me 
cackle!” Joker laughed, jumping from the top of the factory equipment 
slamming a kryptonite laden cane down on Superman’s head. Superman 
crashed down. “I don’t think you do.”

“Ugh… ooph…” Superman fumbled to get up. His strength was draining. 
Through hazey eyes, he saw the Joker and 4 men accompanying him. “Don’t 
be afraid. Let’s keep it light hearted, why don’t we?” One of the men 
grabbed Superman by his head and grabbed him, pulling him into a full 
nelson. The three men followed in pursuit. They were large and hulking, 
and began gut bashing Superman. He could barely breathe. Superman lost 
sight of the Joker. 

“H...how…” Superman groaned out. It went unanswered. 

As he was being pummeled, every inch of him, he saw something roll in 
front of him. It was a mold, filled out a cement and kryptonite mixture 
that glowed a feignt green. “No… you can’t…” his eyes enlargened. The 
men laughed, but the Joker, he laughed the most. “Yes, YES, Superman. 
This is the punch line. And believe me, you’ll LOVE it.” The men lifted 
him up. He couldn’t move. He was dipped in, his abs exposed to the 
front. “What a wonderful punching bag!” He couldn’t move, his body held 
in place by the brutes. 

Hours passed, and when they did, Superman had no strength and was 
immobile. His abs were to the front, his head exposed, and the Joker 
had a huge grin. “Good bye, Superman. This is just too funny.”

One of the men took a picture of him. “Right, perfect for sale. Let the 
auction begin then. They wheeled the block of Superman away, and one of 
the henchmen laid a strong punch into his gut. 

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