"Oh well," he thought to himself, "must not have checked the pull date on that powder." The yellow powder had had no effect on Superman this time like it had on Superboy a few years ago. He'd made the powder back in Smallville. A little bit of this, a little bit of that, an incantation or two. Too many things for him to remember now. He hadn't written down the formula - "Yes Mother," he thought. She'd told him as a kid to write notes to himself as his memory was terrible. Did he listen? Of course not.
Toyman was angry. Not that his attack against Superman failed. No, it was something deeper. Superman was not Superboy. He was a man now like all the rest. That playful attitude Superboy had was gone. Superman was all business. Just like everyone he had played with eventually became. The Superman incident only reinforced Toyman's sense of isolation. Toyman still wanted to have fun with Superman, but there was a darker element to that now. For the first time he wanted to hurt Superman, to cause him pain as part of the game. Toyman was not Luthor and had no desire to bring Superman down and put him six feet under. But he would now be more aggressive in his games with Superman. Given that Toyman's "toys" actually caused Superboy twinges of pain, what could an angry Toyman come up with to "play" with Superman? That thought thrilled him.
For now - no yellow powder, no daxamite, no kryptonite and the latter he'd had only a tiny piece of. Barley enough to even weaken Superboy, but enough to allow Toyman to capture, strap and restrain Superboy in a chair with bands of daxamite. Eventually Superboy would have broken free but, in the meantime, Toyman had taken lots of photos of the stud of steel's struggles, photos he'd sold on the internet. Women were the target audience but men clamored for them as well. In the end the rumor got out that the photos were fake. How could they not be? Superboy was invincible. It was all just a prank by a guy dressed up in a Superboy suit and Toyman. Though the photos were real, the world didn't believe anymore and the nice flow of cash he'd gotten from very brisk sales dried up. Though not before he'd amassed a chunk of change to last him several years. Enough money to allow him to follow Superman to Metropolis and rent a place without having to have a day job - or a night job. Toyman spent his days and nights with his toys.
For now he would start over and focus totally on Superman. A new set of toys ready for a Christmas holiday release. That was exciting. "New and improved anti-Superman weapons," he thought to himself. For the first time ever Toyman found himself thinking of his toys as weapons. And specifically, anti-Superman weapons. That thought made him shudder …..