“Metallo?” Otis asked. “What’s he doing at the bottom of the harbor?”
“Rusting, I’m guessing,” Luthor said sourly.
“I thought he was made out of a special metal that never rusts.”
“He is. I’m joking!”
“Oh, right,” Otis said. He forced out a laugh. “Ha, ha, ha! Rusting! Good one, boss!”

Chapter 10