Young Justice

-Good morning. -Eh. First, coffee.

Then talk.

You still have the thing today?

I can't cancel.

Besides, I think it might be helpful for, um...

Halo.

Speaking of our house guest, and who should be responsible for her...

I know.

This was his mission.

I know.

So, where is he? Where is Dick?

(TELEPATHICALLY) Didn't know you'd be bringing back a souvenir.

Sorry.

(CHUCKLES) It's okay.

He kinda reminds me of you back in the day.

Yeah, he kinda reminds me of me back in the day, too.

Do we know how long he's staying?

Not exactly.

Right.

So where is Dick?

(ON VOICEMAIL) Hey, this is Dick. You know what to do.

It's Jeff. Again.

I put Dr. Jace up at the Luthor Grande.

And now, I'm taking her to brunch because...

Because I actually don't know what else to do with her.

Dick, where are you?

Absolutely.

We'll be there. We'll be ready.

That's right, ma'am.

At Bowhunter Security, we're always on point.

It's my pleasure.

We'll see you soon.

Let me guess.

You are fellas are in need of some top-of-the-line security. Am I right?

Not exactly.

I know Artemis probably brought you up-to-speed on Markovia.

We lost a shipment of trafficked meta-teens down a boom tube.

They're probably being deployed in deep space by now.

Oh, of course.

Look, the League's been informed.

I'm not happy about all this, but I need to move on.

Yeah, you moved on so much,

You completely neglected to mention Brion Markov,

Dr. Jace and that Halo girl.

This is higher priority.

I have solid intel on a meta-human trafficking ring

right here in Star City.

Look, Roy and Jim are on board.

But, you know, I thought we'd make it an all-Harper mission.

All Harper and one Grayson.

Are you in or not?

Hmm.

Huh.

I know you're doing that on purpose.

Hmm, I guess I could make the time.

Great. So here's the plan--

But only if you guys help me out with something first.

-I'm game. -Whatever, bro.

What are we talking about here?

Seat belts, everyone.

You enjoying yourself?

In this get-up, no.

Yeah, I think he was talking to Will.

Come on, Grayson.

Let's not pretend you were planning

to hit your traffickers before nightfall.

-Well, I-- -That is the Dark Knight way, right?

Yeah, I hear all those bad boys turn into pumpkins in daylight.

Whose idea was it to put all three of you together on one mission?

Yours.

Don't you have any actual employees?

Of course, but most of my guys were celebrating

a company softball victory last night.

Ate some bad Chicken Whizees.

Food poisoning.

Explosive diarrhea.

Dude, tee 'em off.

You guys wanted to know why I need the manpower.

So, you help me today, I help you tonight.

Fine. Let's just go.

-(VIDEO GAME MUSIC PLAYING) -(LAUGHTER)

Whoa. (GRUNTS)

Oh, um, I got a little carried away there.

But thanks. Or, uh... Sorry.

-(CHUCKLING) -(VIDEO GAME MUSIC CONTINUES)

Thanks for me staying in your home.

Or, uh, sorry.

Well, we had to do something with you.

Nightwing, what do we do now?

We... We go home. We're done here.

What about them?

Look, we saved their lives.

We never promised to adopt them.

They can manage just fine without--

Uh, try not to fly unless you're doing it on purpose.

Unless I'm doing it on purpose.

Yeah.

Hey, your English is getting better.

I remember more words now.

How about your name?

Halo?

Anything about your life?

Sorry.

So, um, if you can't remember anything,

why the hijab?

It... It feels right.

Okay?

Of course.

Of course.

Look, don't worry.

Nightwing's running a background check.

And once he figures out who you are,

we can get you back home to your family.

Now? We go there now?

Oh, no, I had a previous appointment I need to keep,

but it might help you out, too.

Where is she?

I'm sure she'll be here any second.

But since we're waiting, this is Halo.

She's lost her memory.

I thought maybe you could give her a mystic once-over or something.

I sense an old soul in this very young body.

But who is Fate to judge such things.

Wait, what?

Uh, hi.

Zatanna.

Oh, I was just...

Child of magic,

do you understand the terms of our agreement?

Yes, one hour.

Just like last year and the year before that, and the year before that.

Be grateful Nabu grant you this boon at all.

Daddy.

Zatanna.

Goode VR goggles?

Goode pays good money for Bowhunter Security to secure 'em.

For video game accessories.

Jim, you need to spend less time with your geraniums.

These are top-of-the-line virtual and augmented reality goggles.

Advanced graphics, totally immersive.

Everybody's into these.

And they go for boo koo bucks on the black market.

-(GASPS) -(CHUCKLES)

Don't know if you've heard,

but I have a girl sleeping over.

Over at your place, I know.

Over my couch, Dick. Two feet over my couch.

So you're saying she's a conversation piece.

I'm saying someone needs to have a serious conversation

about what to do with her long term.

Seriously, why are we even here?

No one's taking this stuff in broad daylight.

We're taking this stuff in broad daylight.

-(VIDEO GAME MUSIC PLAYING) -It's like I'm on the bridge of the Starship Engager.

Bro, walk your geek self five feet behind me.

No, no, no. You don't understand.

Try to understand, Brion.

I had to activate your meta-gene.

You need your family's hereditary Geo-Force

to fight Baron Bedlam.

It's not safe for you in Markovia.

But where are we to go?

Not exactly gourmet.

Hmm.

American genetically-modified beef. It's a nice change.

Markovian meat is so gamey.

Jefferson, thank you.

After what I did, it's more than I deserve.

We've been through this already.

Bedlam coerced you.

I thought I could help by being there to watch out for the children.

I was a fool.

We all make mistakes we can't take back.

But you can make a new start here in Metropolis.

This is the City of Tomorrow.

I'm more concerned about Brion and Halo's tomorrows.

I feel responsible for them,

as if they were my own children.

I don't know if that makes any sense, but...

Hey, I'm a dad with my own two bundles of responsibility.

Then you do understand.

You're good to go.

Wait a sec.

These aren't the right drivers.

Their credentials check out.

The clipboard doesn't lie.

The clipboard doesn't talk.

I know that guy.

He's one of Brick's thugs. To the SUV!

So, no one's taking this stuff in broad daylight, huh?