Panel 1
El Dorado
mid-disappearing, in the office of the president at Los Pinos.
Panel 2
El Dorado
mid-appearing, his arms around Bloodwynd and Doomsday, in the wreckage of
Washington.
Panel 3
Close-up of
Bloodwynd and El Dorado sharing a look.
Panel 4
El Dorado
mid-disappearing with the two combatants.
Panel 5
El Dorado
mid-appearing with the two combatants in space.
Panel 6
El Dorado
letting go and mid-disappearing as the combatants grapple each other in space.
Panel 7
Close-up of
Bloodwynd, his face stoic.
Panel 8
A giant
explosion, nothing else visible, including bodies.
Panel 9
El Dorado
mid-appearing, looking up at the sky at the explosion in space.
PAGE TWO
Panel 1
Rachel
Rogerson standing in front of Wesley Dodds High School.
CAPTION: I
was there. I was there when it happened.
Panel 2
Rachel
reluctantly entering the building. Other
students around her don’t seem to notice Rachel. It seems to be just another ordinary day.
CAPTION: But
I’ll never really be able to talk about it.
Panel 3
Rachel is
passing Guy Gardner, now a clean-shaven security officer at the school. He nods his head at her.
CAPTION: It
sucks, having something like that as a part of you.
Panel 4
In the
foreground, Rachel continues walking. In
the background Guy is exchanging words with a black youth, Joe Gary.
GUY GARDNER:
Good morning. New to the school?
JOE GARY:
Yeah. Just transferred.
JOE GARY:
Gary. Joe Gary.
Panel 5
In the
foreground, Rachel continues walking.
Farther in the background now are Guy and Joe Gary.
GUY GARDNER:
Hey, you know what? You look strangely
familiar.
JOE GARY: I’m
just a kid.
GUY GARDNER:
Maybe I know your old man?
JOE GARY:
Then you’d be better off in that regard than me. Gotta get to class, sir.
Panel 6
Rachel
continues walking in the foreground, while in the far background are Guy and
Joe Gary.
GUY GARDNER:
Hey, call me Guy.
GUY GARDNER:
Look, I don’t mean to bug you, but it’s gonna nag me all day.
JOE GARY: I
don’t know what to say.
JOE GARY:
Maybe you saw him on TV? Whatever,
man. Gotta go.
Panel 7
Rachel is
running into Marty Kirby in the foreground, completely startled. Guy is alone in the background, but we’re
still listening in on him.
GUY GARDNER:
Sonovabitch!
GUY GARDNER:
He had a son! He had a son!
GUY GARDNER:
Rest in peace, my friend…
PAGE THREE
Panel 1
Now Rachel
and Marty are squarely our focus.
RACHEL
ROGERSON: Marty! Didn’t expect to see
you again!
MARTY KIRBY:
Yeah. Almost didn’t come back.
MARTY KIRBY:
Really surprised to see you here, too.
Panel 2
Rachel and
Marty continue walking the halls.
RACHEL
ROGERSON: My other plans didn’t really work out. I didn’t know where else to go.
MARTY KIRBY:
I know what you mean.
MARTY KIRBY:
I made a real mess of things. But I
think I ended on a good note. I’d like
to think so, anyway.
Panel 3
Rachel and
Marty are standing in front of the door to a classroom. We can see Ray Palmer inside, writing something
on the chalkboard.
RACHEL
ROGERSON: Don’t really want to go in there.
MARTY KIRBY:
They managed to make it look like nothing ever happened, didn’t they?
Panel 4
Marty has
walked in, while Rachel continues to hesitate.
CAPTION: As
much as I didn’t want to go inside that classroom, I desperately needed to get
out of my own head. I needed a
distraction, and somehow, even there seemed like a viable option.
PAGE FOUR
Panel 1
Rachel,
seated at a desk in the back of the classroom.
CAPTION:
Listening to Mister Palmer talking about science for a change wasn’t such a bad thing. The
man clearly had a passion for it, undiminished.
Used to use it to create gadgets as a superhero. Now taught robotics. Maybe the clockwork functions of a robot
explained how he could be standing there as if nothing had happened.
Panel 2
Ray Palmer is
standing in front of Rachel now, addressing her to see if she was paying
attention.
RAY PALMER: Earth to Rachel. Anyone home?
RACHEL: Uh,
yeah. Yes, Mister Palmer.
Panel 3
Rachel is
staring ahead with a little more attentiveness, but she’s once again alone.
CAPTION: “Earth
to Rachel.” Interesting choice of words. “Anyone home?” Hard to say.
Panel 4
Rachel has
leaned down toward her desk. She has
begun writing in a notebook.
CAPTION: Let’s
try to understand all this. Let’s try to
make sense of it.
PAGE FIVE
Panel 1
Now Rachel
is in the cafeteria, sitting alone, with a tray of food, untouched, in front of
her, and she’s still bent down scribbling in a notebook.
CAPTION: I
found out something about myself, something important.
Panel 2
Rachel is
now sitting outside, leaning against a tree.
We can see Wesley Dodds High School in the background.
CAPTION: The
invulnerability turned out to be the less interesting discovery. I found out how I got it.
Panel 3
A car has
pulled up near Rachel. The driver is
Ezrah. Rachel doesn’t look up. She continues to write in her notebook.
CAPTION:
Turns out it wasn’t just a random thing.
I didn’t get it from some freak accident. I was born with it.
Panel 4
Rachel is
now inside Ezrah’s car. Ezrah is looking
at her, worried, as he continues to drive.
Rachel is still writing in her notebook.
CAPTION:
Turns out I’m a White Martian.
PAGE SIX
Panel 1
Ezrah and
Rachel are on the hood on his car, in a field.
Ezrah is sprawled out, looking at Rachel, who is of course sitting
writing in her notebook. It’s nighttime.
CAPTION:
There was a call, a telepathic one, sent out by the Martian Manhunter, to all
White Martians. President Reilly held a
press conference announcing it. They
wanted their cooperation, for them to join the fight.
Panel 2
Ezrah and Rachel
are back in his car. This time Ezrah is
looking straight ahead, a sad expression on his face.
CAPTION: The
moment I heard the Manhunter’s voice in my head, I knew. And suddenly it all made sense.
Panel 3
Ezrah and
Rachel are standing in front of her doorstep.
EZRAH:
Listen, I get it. I’ll give you
space.
Panel 4
Rachel is in
her bedroom. In stark contrast to how we
saw it way back in Crisis Weekly #3, the walls are now bare. She doesn’t have the energy to follow boy
bands anymore. We can see her
Bulletproof costume crumpled on the floor.
Rachel is sitting on her bed writing in that notebook.
CAPTION: So,
yeah.
PAGE SEVEN
Panel 1
Rachel is
reacting to a sound she hears at her window.
Panel 2
Rachel has
opened the window and is looking out.
Panel 3
Rachel is
looking at the Russian Centaur, who has a bare, ripped chest.
Panel 4
The Russian
Centaur, Yuri, is motioning for Rachel to come out and join him.
PAGE EIGHT
Panel 1
Rachel is
climbing out her window as Yuri watches.
Panel 2
Rachel is
now standing in front of Yuri. They’re
staring at each other.
Panel 3
Rachel is
now staring at her feet, embarrassed.
Yuri is looking warmly at her.
YURI: I
suspect we have much in common, Rachel Rogerson.
YURI: My
name is Yuri.
Panel 4
Rachel is
riding Yuri’s back, clutching her arms around him, leaning her head. They head off down the street, away from us.
YURI: We
have much to talk about.
YURI:
Fortunately we have all night.
TITLE: “My
Own Worst Enemy”
WRITER: Tony
Laplume
FIN
