Young Justice

Remote control link established.

I'll take her from here.

Approaching drop zone.

Remember, this a dark op. Keep radio chatter to a minimum.

That means you, Metamorpho.

-(BUZZING) Drop zone.

Deploy!

Good luck.

And welcome to the jungle.

-Stone. -Hey, Dad. It's Vic.

Hey is for horses, Son.

Human beings say hello.

-So why assume I'm human? -Funny.

-What do you need? -Oh, well,

you'd already left by the time my alarm went off,

so, I figured I'd remind you about the game tonight.

Coach said a lot of college scouts are coming out to see me crush it,

it'd really mean a lot if you could be there this time.

-I'll be there. -Okay. Well, it's just...

That's what you said last time, and...

I'll be there, Victor.

Right now I've got another call. I'll see you tonight.

Okay, Dad, yeah, see you--

Dr. Irons, is this about the Fatherbox?

Dr. Stone, it is.

You've been placed in charge with examining an Apokoliptic Fatherbox

for both S.T.A.R. Labs and the Justice League.

We don't know much about this thing.

Only that it's been observed repairing and/or healing.

Both Apokoliptian tech and Apokoliptian Parademons.

I look forward to putting it through its paces.

Tread lightly, Doctor.

From what we understand, Fatherboxes are pretty much pure evil.

Come now, John Henry, technology is neither good nor evil.

Technology is neutral.

It's simply a matter of how one puts it to use.

Just be careful, Silas.

I always am.

(SNIFFS) Oh, man. Warn me next time, all right?

What are you talking about?

Oh, no, not me. I swear.

Ugh. Talk about silent but deadly.

Not me.

(GROANS) I hate this jungle.

You really should pay more attention to your surroundings.

Conner, you up?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm up. You getting ready for work?

No appointments today. What about you?

Nothin'. Every bike in Rhode island is runnin' smooth.

How about I get dressed and we do somethin'?

I like the sound of that.

What are you gonna wear?

Uh, the usual. Why? What are you wearin'?

Right now, my engagement ring.

Don't you need to meet up with Dick?

Dick can handle things just fine on his own.

All right. Go!

Sorry, only the real Forager counts.

Nice try.

Geo-Force, did you see? I'm getting very good at not falling. (CHUCKLES)

It's most exceptional. You are most exceptional.

Violet!

Whoa! Timeout.

-Is Halo all right? (GROANING) Yes. I'm fine.

Except I believe I'm, uh... Embarrassed.

Yes, I'm definitely embarrassed.

So much for not falling.

I still think you are exceptional.

Speaking of falling...

Nightwing was lucky Halo fell, Forager had Nightwing.

Tag. Nightwing is Nightwing.

-You're hot. -I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean...

It's all right, Brion.

Forager smells barbecue.

See? Good as new.

As I said, exceptional.

Well, the kids certainly seem to be getting along.

Don't you mean your kids seem to be getting along?

Excuse me?

That's what you said when Lobo attacked.

"Protect my kids."

Did I?

Well, I can't deny I feel responsible for Brion and Violet.

They've become very dear to me. I only want what's best for them.

We all do.

All right. Let's run it again.

Be mindful of your strikes.

It is a fool who thinks anger will help in battle.

There's power to be drawn from grace, from serenity.

Be at peace with your weapon, feel it extend your reach.

Let it become an extension of your arm,

an extension of yourself.

Lady Shiva, said to be the most dangerous woman alive.

Probably best to steer clear.

Stop!

That's enough for today. Return to your quarters.

Except you.

Follow.

Okay. Forget steering clear.

Stay on Shiva, but be careful.

Whoa. That's new.

Wait. Katana, Metamorpho, stay put. Batman's already in.

All right. That's enough for today.

Little more practice and you might even be able to tag me. (CHUCKLES)

Mother of God.

But overall, great work, everyone.

Hive five.

I believe two hands make for hive ten.

Except you only have four fingers on each hand, so, perhaps it's a hive eight.

It's a high... Not hive.

Either way, Forager believes Geo-Force has left Forager hanging.

Enough!

You have us playing games of tag

when we should be in Santa Prisca saving my sister!

Brion, we talked about this.

We don't know if she's in Santa Prisca.

And even if she is,

you're not ready to go up against the League of Shadows.

-Just be patient. -(GROANS)

Will we follow up on the Santa Prisca lead or not?

What makes you think that lead isn't being followed up on as we speak?

Are you keeping me in the dark about what's being done to save my own sister?

I'm doing what's best for you and your sister.

Now, either you trust me or you don't.

-Welcome back. -Good to be back.

I trust all's run smoothly in my absence.

Training is well underway,

a few recruits show great promise.

Others will be disciplined.

And have you been settling back in, my dear?

Yes, sir, I'm glad to again be amongst Shadows.

Although I couldn't help noticing the empty bunk in my dormitory.

If I might ask, what happened to Markov?

Markov?

She washed out, but perhaps Granny can find some use for her.

Pity. I rather liked her.

In this life, Cassandra,

it pays not to get too attached to anyone.

Yes, sir, I have observed that.

Good. Now you're dismissed.

So, how is our young Miss Savage doing?

The girl shows a natural aptitude.

Hardly unexpected given her heritage.

I imagine it can't be easy training the boss' daughter.

Savage made it very clear not to give Cassandra any special treatment.

What a surprise. And how have you been holding up?

Juggling two jobs is no easy feat.

Don't insult me.

If you can lead the Shadows and be the newest member of the light,

surely I can be sensei to the Shadows