Yep, at one point, dwarf tossing was among Superman's official talents. In this classic story from 1958, Superman runs into a space ship that explodes in his face when he touches it, granting him the ability to project miniature Super-replicas to do his bidding. Superman's mini-mes have the same powers as he does, but unfortunately they can't use said powers at the same time, leaving him helpless and resentful of his own finger-children. It doesn't help that all of Metropolis goes completely apeshit with super-dwarf fever:
You heard it: Superman doesn't think little people are human.
As it turns out, that explosion gave Superman another new superpower: the ability to be a cold-blooded m***********g killer, because he actually tries to murder the little shits with kryptonite ...
"I burned my mouth on soup while you guys used my powers to save those orphans. f**k you."