Written by John Edward Betancourt
So it came to pass, the Last Son of Krypton, the world's greatest protector, a man made of steel had fallen in the streets of Metropolis, defending it with his life. The world was stunned and all would morn the passing of Superman, but his death...was only temporary. Yes, the Return of Superman was the only logical plot line to follow his death and DC Comics pulled out all the stops.
Following his demise at the hands of Doomsday, the Man of Steel is entombed within a shrine an the world seems to be a worse place. But in his absence, there seems to be hope as four men, each bearing the seal of the house of El upon their chest step in to save the day, and the world will never be the same.
I have to admit, the entire story of how Superman returned was to me, as compelling as the story that came before it. We had no clue who was who in this "Reign of the Supermen", minus of course Steel since John Henry Irons was born on earth. But the other three...well, they all looked like the Man of Steel, and appeared to have his genetic makeup and it made for incredible storytelling.
After all, the storyline did a fine job of slowly revealing the true origins of these Supermen and the big reveal of the one who looked to be the legit rebirth of Superman, the Cyborg, turned out to be one of the nastiest villains I've seen in the pages of comics in a long time.
I mean, hey, he only blew up Coast City and wasted 7 million innocent people, no big deal right? Oddly enough, my brother and I were split on who was the real Superman. My money was on the Eradicator since he seemed like a man who had dealt with death and my bro was all about the Cyborg and well...we were both wrong, since it turned out the real Kal-El was healing inside the Fortress of Solitude all this time.
Either way, this was a story arc that completely pulled me in. I not only wanted to see Superman return badly, but I could not wait to see how he came back to life after being devastated by Doomsday. There was a little more to the Doomsday and Superman dynamic, but we will save that...until next time.
Written by John Edward Betancourt
It was an event big enough, that I found out about it on the six o'clock news. One that as a young boy left me in complete and utter shock...The Death of Superman.
Yes, we see comic book characters die all the time anymore, but I remember the day DC Comics killed off one of the most recognizable characters in the history of pop culture as a whole and it is a story that is still big and sweeping enough for me to go back and revisit whenever I have the time.
For those unfamiliar with the story line, buried on earth was a massive and monstrous creature. Covered in thick skin and jutting bone, the creature known as Doomsday emerged from the depths of our world to go on a rampage. A monster of incredible power, Doomsday managed to beat down the ranks of the Justice League before finally meeting its match...Superman. But their battle leaves Metropolis in ruins and worst of all, leaves the world without its greatest hero.
When I first heard that the end was near for Superman, I made it a point to know the entire story, after all, this is the first superhero I had ever known thanks to my dad and it only seemed right to know exactly what force in his world could stop a man of steel.
Needless to say I made sure to do extra chores, to earn whatever allowance I could to have enough cash to grab as many issues of this story as I could. I took advantage of every opportunity to read a back issue of the Doomsday storyline when my family went to the grocery store since thankfully, there was a comic book store nearby.
But little could prepare my young mind for the utter devastation I would feel when I picked up issue 75 to read the horrors within as I lay witness to Superman's untimely death.
As a young boy, this is a story that I look back upon with great fondness simply because of the fact that it completely and utterly captivated me. Doomsday was chilling to see on the pages as the writers and artists slowly revealed the creature's hideous form and the fact that it was simply a force of nature in many ways made the story even more incredible. But of course the big stunner was that Superman was indeed dead. It really didn't seem possible but there he was, lying still atop the ruins of Metropolis as Lois wept.
It was a powerful image, a powerful comic series and in many ways it revitalized my love for comics with its incredible story arc, and the story arc that was to come. I know some are not a fan of this particular moment in DC Comics' history, but for me...it was a bold and powerful story that stunned me to no end and I wasn't kidding when I said that there are times I pull out the trade paperback of the entire saga and find myself in awe once again.