I think I can take Superman.
So I would buy a dozen 2 Oz lead sinkers. I’d saw one in half on a bandsaw. I’d hollow it out with a dremel and fill the hollow space with ground Green Kryptonite. I’d glue the two halves together with a little crazy glue and put them all in the pockets of my overcoat.
I’d hang out at the cocktail bar closest to the Daily Planet every afternoon for as long as it took until Clark Kent came in looking exasperated. He’d order a drink. It’s busy and he looks unimportant and not very interesting. He’d be waiting for bar service.
I’m a regular at this point and the bartender knows me. I’d approach Clark and put a friendly arm around him. I wave the bartender over and order myself a gin martini and whatever Clark wants. (What does Superman drink?).
I’d get all chummy. I’d tell him I was on vacation and fishing for giant grouper around the ports and bridges around metropolis and striking out. (That would explain the lead sinkers. So I could alleviate any suspicions about the lead sinkers in my pockets as he uses his X-ray vision)
Clark might be reserved at first. But after I opened up to him about my fishing he might start getting friendly after a few super cocktails. He’d tell me how Lois is the love of his life but she’s such a nag sometimes. She just can’t handle being home alone while he’s out on business. (Hero business). If she’d just stop being so selfish and support him…
The drinks keep flowing. Clark lets his guard down. Eventually he goes to the head to drill a hole in the urinel. I pry open the special sinker and pour the ground kryptonite in his drink. He comes out of the restroom. Tipsy. He’s feeling relieved. And glad to have a friend to talk to. He grabs his drink and downs it. I smile. I order another round and say goodnight.
He just ingested 3/4 oz of Green Kryptonite. This game is over. RIP
Let’s hypothetically tear down the greatest heroes who ever lived… Just for fun!