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The Joker's fear gas slowly ebbed out of Superbimbo's kryptonian physiology. The induced hallucinations of a rampaging Doomsday faded, revealing the broken body of Lex Luthor at her feet.

Clara Kent gasped as the truth was revealed to her. “Like, oh my gawd!”

She’d, like, totally loved Lexxy with all her heart or whatever. They were even going to have a cutesy wutesy widdle baby together. And now he was dead by, like, her own hand. And she’d broken a nail doing it. Total bummer!

What almost amounted to rage filled Clara’s sweet bimbo heart. Why was the world so cruel? Why couldn’t it be cute and bubbly like her?

She flew to Lexxy’s laboratory, finding her lover’s last invention and gift to the world, a nuclear bomb. She worked on the device long into the night, her plucked eyebrows scrunched, her tongue between her teeth as she her normally vacant-behind-the-eyes expression became one of focus. She only stamped her foot in frustration twice!

At long last she lowered the glowing core of uranium and pink kryptonite into the device. She'd done it! She'd made a bimbo bomb.

Now she would fix the world. Starting with the Joker.