Superman Vol.2 #186
Somewhere in a darken place, a pair of wrapped hands holds a length of chain. At the command of an unseen man, spikes suddenly emerge from the chain links. Setting the chain down, the man leans forward over his work table and examines his tools of torture. As he raises one blade up, he thinks that he misses working at the brig. He needs prisoners to play with, and he needs someone to hurt.
Estimated Condition: VF/NM