Young Justice

Recognized: Batman. Zero Two.

How are they?

I am still shaken by what you and I wrought.

One can only imagine how these youths fare.

I know our virtual reality training simulation went badly,

but I'd hoped the team would have rallied by now.

Trauma tends to linger, as I know you know, my friend.

Black Canary?

She has her work cut out for her.

I can only imagine how devastating it was.

Losing your friends, in essence your family, convinced all the time it was completely real.

I'm sure it must have been horrible for you.

I understand. You're Superboy.

You're not supposed to have feelings of sadness or vulnerability.

You don't know what I feel!

Conner!

Just leave me alone!

When can we see some cowboys?

Your obsession with the barbarians must wait, Serifan.

Mother Box, please camouflage all extraterrestrial energy signatures and scan the planet, and advise.

What we seek is on world. Let us...

The new Genisphere is on Earth!

Then we shall take her back!

The Forever People will not be denied!

And woe to any who stand in our way.

Red Tornado, hangar door.

Sphere, out of the way!

Whoa!

Superboy, return to cave.

rboy, return to cave.

Look, me dying during the exercise might have started things going south.

But I was coma girl. Missed out on all the fun.

Forgetting it wasn't real, so, no trauma.

No need for the shrink wrap.

You're too tough to need help.

Whatever. Maybe.

Or maybe too tough to admit you need help.

Artemis, it's not a sign of weakness to open up to your friends.

I know that.

But you still keep secrets from them.

And you won't tell them. You can't!

I won't. But you should.

You could start by admitting you're not really Green Arrow's niece.

Great. Can you imagine what Wally would do with that?

Interesting.

So, the person you're most worried about is Wally.

Let's see what our boy can do.

Oh, yeah!

Whoa!

Return the new Genisphere, and the rest of the technology you have stolen from New Genesis, human.

Who are you?! What do you...

Let's keep this simple.

That belongs to us. Give. It. Back.

Forever People, stand down.

This one did not steal the new Genisphere. He saved it from the real thieves.

Apologies! The Forever People embrace you as a friend, ally, and worthy warrior.

You're kidding, right?

I was the general, but behaved like a soldier and sacrificed myself.

I am not fit for command and must resign as team leader.

Who do you recommend to take your place?

Artemis is too raw and untrusting.

Kid Flash too rash and impulsive.

Miss Martian remains too eager to please.

Superboy carries too much anger.

Making Robin the logical choice.

But he is so young.

Kaldur, you're all young.

I cannot shift this burden to him.

Not yet.

Heh. It appears I must withdraw my resignation.

Forever People?

We're young gods.

New gods.

Right.

They call me Serifan.

I'm Dreamer. This is Moonrider.

And our leader Vykin.

Hmm. And I am named for an animal that does not exist on this world.

But you may call me... Wolf.

This is Wolf.

Ah. Bear, then. Yeah, Bear is even better.

I'm Con-... Superboy.

This is Mother Box, the living computer.

She has tracked technology stolen from our home world, New Genesis.

And she has found our rescue drill... there.

It is beneath us... 18 meters underground.

That's a construction site. Perfect cover for drilling.

Especially with the Federal Reserve conveniently located across the street.

The government keeps money there?

It's a heist.

Come on, pardners, let's ride in there guns a-blazin' and round up them outlaws.

He's watched a lot of Earth Westerns.

Yeah, well, there's a time to go in strong and a time to go in smart.

It is your world, Superboy. We shall follow your lead.

Norman! I brought you a jacket.

Mom?! What are you doing here?

Mom, get down! It's not... safe.

A billion in bullion, Ugly.

The old creep's gear performed as advertised.

Yeah, Whisper, gave me a score tops any my old man ever delivered to Intergang.

Wait!

Guess we decided on the direct approach after all.

That drill and these carts are the property of New Genesis. You will return them now.

Gold goes back too.

Interfere, and things get ugly.

I'm Ugly.

These weapons aren't from New Genesis.

They are of... the enemy.

What enemy? They are of... the enemy.

What enemy?

The enemy.

The gods of anti-life.

These weapons are of Apokolips.

So, you want me to believe that after everything you went through,

including your own death from fiery explosion, you're peachy?

I'm, uh, fairly certain I never used the word peachy.

But, I think you got the gist.

So you really have no interest in confronting your extreme reaction to Artemis' death?

I'd rather talk about you, babe.

Wally, you're in denial.

I'm comfortable with that.

The confines of this tunnel favor their weapons.

Let's bring this battle into the open.

More room at the top!

They're getting away!

Move!

I have no wish to prolong this battle.

Finish him.

Fear not. She will protect us.