Young Justice

-You two look adorable. -(CAMERA CLICKS)

I thought we were trying to be scary?

We're scary enough.

On the inside.

Ah, yes. We're freaks.

Can we get a picture with all the freaks?

Of course. Gather around everyone.

Fred Bugg is ready for the Happy Harbor High School Halloween dance.

No costume, Fred?

Fred Bugg's thought long and hard about Fred Bugg's Halloween costume,

and Fred Bugg believes...

Forager is the perfect Halloween costume for Fred Bugg.

-Very crash. -(CAMERA CLICKS)

And your shell's healing nicely.

No costume, Victor?

I don't even know how you guys talked me into going to this thing.

Forager understands Victor Stone won't know any of the other teens.

-But... -That's the saving grace.

I can be a stranger crushing a costume but not an alien metal freak.

-Uh... -I know, I know.

Being a freak's a good thing.

And the Halloween dance will be good fun.

Halloween's canceled.

Sorry guys, but we're going to Greater Bialya and we're going now.

We have a solid lead on Tara Markov.

I'm ready.

So am I.

Although I would prefer to change into my Halo clothes first.

Sorry Violet, I need you to stay here in case Vic needs another Halo cleanse.

See? Maybe being a potentially murderous freak

is not such a good thing after all.

But, but Brion...

He'll be all right.

I'll watch over these two. Go. Save Tara.

Bio Ship time!

Good girl.

Violet, I want you to know...

No speeches, Prince, we're going. Now!

Using the rotation of the Earth,

the Bio Ship should reach Greater Bialya within the hour.

May Forager drive?

Forager lives inside Bio Ship.

Forager and Bio Ship have a...

...good relationship.

Well, that's great, but...

Okay, sure, you drive,

Good girl.

What do we know and how do we know it?

What we know begins with these VR goggles,

manufactured by Gretchen Goode's Goode World Studios.

A friend of ours, Garfield Logan, learned the hard way,

that the goggles were designed to test for the meta-gene.

If the subject tests positive,

subliminal messages begin to brainwash the potential meta-human,

sending the subject to a specific location in the vicinity.

These locations seem to be depots,

trading posts for meta-teens.

As we speak, the Justice League and the team

are sending squads to take down all these depots simultaneously,

so one location can't tip off another.

We're hitting the depot in Greater Bialya.

Since when are we working for the League?

We're not, but Garfield gave the goggle intel to M'gann,

who took it to the League first.

Fortunately, she made sure we got the Bialyan gig because of the Tara connection.

What is the Tara connection?

Intel from another source.

A tip that the Shadows handed Tara over to someone named Granny.

Unfortunately,Granny was too generic a term.

Could've meant anyone or anything.

But since Gar made the Goode goggles connection,

we now believe that Granny refers to Gretchen Goode's nickname

in the popular press, "Granny Goodness".

And remember Jakar Marlowe?

We thought he might have been killed by a Shadow wielding Geo-Force powers

It turns out Marlowe worked for Goode R&D on the goggles.

Moreover, he was the buyer off record for a Goode shell company,

which purchased an abandoned mall in Greater Bialya,

one of the meta-depot locations the League hacked off the goggles.

We even found a list on the dark web

of merchandise available for purchase at this depot.

female, aged 15, Earth powers.

Tara.

You sure you two don't want to go to the dance?

Without Brion? No. No!

I'm so sorry, Victor.

Hey, it's cool. I never wanted to go in the first place.

Brion went on a mission without me.

What if he's hurt?

What if I never see him again? (GASPING)

Violet, you're hyperventilating.

You must try to stay calm.

(GASPING) How? How?

I once had a little girl.

Brushing her hair always seemed to relax her.

You had a little girl?

What happened to her?

It's a very sad story.

She was taken from me.

But let's focus on you now.

You be my little girl, just for tonight, all right?

Victor?

If you wouldn't mind?

Sure, pretend I'm not here.

That does feel nice.

But I don't understand what's happening to me.

I don't understand

any of this.

You are emotional. It is to be expected.

After all, you are a teenager,

full of teenage hormones.

These new feelings you have for Brion will affect your natural body chemistry,

-will make you want to... -(VICTOR GULPS)

I know I said, "Pretend, I'm not here," but I am here. So...

So you can behave like a mature adult, Victor.

Violet is troubled.

-Vulnerable. -(WHIRRING)

I doubt the Mother Box that helped create her

was designed to cope with such feelings.

Entering Greater Bialyan air space.

Bio Ship is already in camouflage mode.

That's why I traded Sphere to M'gann.

Her squad is raiding a meta-depot in Utah,

where being spotted is less likely to create an international incident.

We're here.

Now lets get a closer look.

-Huh! -You in a sharing mood?

What? Oh yeah, sorry.

That's a crowd, but they don't look too tough.

You're focused on the spectators, I'm more concerned about the security.

Queen Bee's meta-human enforcers.

Code named Onslaught

Willkommen, bienvenu, welcome.

I am your host, Mister Bliss.

And these are our first items up for bid.

In this corner...

Holocaust!

And in that corner...

Tara!

Tara!

Brion Markov finds Brion Markov's sister.

This is a good day.

Just one problem.

This isn't just a depot. It's a fight club for meta-teen gladiators.

And sensors show they're all enslaved by control chips.

Not for long!

Look, I wasn't expecting this either, but you have to be...

Be patient? You cannot seriously expect me to walk away now.

No, but Psimon is down there.

He's a powerful psychic, and if you project strong emotions, he'll notice.

So can you stay whelmed or not?

I will follow your lead.

Good. Here's what we're gonna do.

Wolf? What's going on?

-(GROWLS) -(VIOLET SCREAMS)

Go!

I'll help you, Victor.

I'll cleanse you.

Or not.

Jace was correct.

Mother Box cannot handle human emotions.

-My powers... -Have abandoned you.

Abomination!

Let the games begin!

-(SCREAMS) -Baby!

Ha ha! Tell them, Bliss, the girl is toast.

Or should I toast her to prove it?

No, thank you, Holocaust.

A living loser still knits a pretty penny.

Tara is down for the count.

The winner is Holocaust!

-(PSIMON GROANS) -Devastation to Onslaught.

Psimon's down. High alert!

Bidding is open on these items.

Starting bid for Tara is 500,000 US.

Huh? I see we have our first bid!

Good girl. (CLICKING)

Come out, come out, wherever you are.