Oh summer Saturday. The perfect day to dip into the Silver Age and pull out another gem.
Right. So it's unanimous. Batman gets Superman's heart. And no one cares that:
a) Batman does not want a new heart, or the complicated and dangerous transplant surgery required, or
b) Batman does not need a new heart.
But who cares what Batman thinks? It's unnecessary surgery time!
Before Batman can make his escape, Supergirl shows up with some special surgical instruments that Superman had built himself (?!). This next panel is fantastic:
He hastily makes his self-deprecating (and sensible) excuses and leaves the operating room in tact. Not even the surgeon's persuasive "But Batman!..." argument can change his mind.
So guess who steals them: Lex frigging Luthor. And he sells them to the highest bidders (I really can't believe he didn't just get them all transplanted to his own body).
The super-powered body parts get sold to four assholes:
Y'know, this comic is really gross.