INVINCIBLE

Multi-Paul?

You killed my sister!

I don't care if he's your brother.

My best assassin

rots in one of your disgusting American prisons

and you do nothing about it.

Even Machine Head

bent a knee to The Order.

I want to make dinner, Rex.

You two better really need me.

Yes, check it out.

This is way too soon,

but I love you.

I love you, too.

Sorry I ruined your execution, Nolan.

Get away from him.

Mark? Why is your door locked?

- We got to get our own place. - There are fewer

than 50 pure-blooded Viltrumites left in the universe.

You ready to go?

Uh-huh.

I was just taking my medicine.

I didn't even need to remind you.

Proud of you, baby girl.

Did you know that dinosaurs had feathers?

In movies, they look like lizards,

but they actually looked like birds.

Even the T. rex?

Even the T. rex.

They looked like giant chickens.

Giant chickens with teeth.

Principal Lang's starting a cookie fundraiser for library books.

And students that sell the most boxes can win prizes.

I want to sell more than anyone and win a computer.

Mm. Then you're gonna have to hustle.

Oh! She's growing taller every day.

You spoil her, Emir.

Just remember, a new computer doesn't mean more screen time.

I know, Dad.

It's Bella and Baileigh!

Love you, Dad. Bye!

Love you, too.

What'd I tell you about family time?

We got a problem, boss.

Aah!

That was stupid, Paul.

Even for you.

I was this close to convincing Cecil

to put you on a team to make up for all the shit you've done.

Now they're gonna add years to your sentence.

- Doesn't matter. - Of course it matters.

If you pull one more stunt like that, you'll never see daylight again.

People like us don't serve sentences.

Look around, Paul.

You're still in prison.

Even The Order already tried to break you out and failed.

They won't leave me here.

- I'm too useful. - Listen to yourself.

They're not your friends. They use you.

That's why you're in here and they're not.

You think Cecil and the GDA and the Guardians are any different?

They sent you to your death against the Lizard League.

Except I wasn't dead, you idiot.

And I saved the country from getting nuked.

You know, it's Dad's birthday this week.

I know.

I went to see him last month.

How is he?

Same.

Good.

It wasn't his fault, Paul.

He let them take us. Use us.

Turn us into their weapons.

You and I will never agree on that.

You shouldn't have left.

You should have come with me.

You really think the better decision was running away

and becoming an assassin for The Order?

Well, at least they're honest about who they are.

And they pay better.

You're a murderer.

So are you.

I was just trying to give you a way out.

You really think I could just leave The Order?

Even if I wanted to?

Yeah. I do.

Just like your GDA, they don't abandon tools they're not done with yet.

Mark, you're gonna miss breakfast.

- Oh, shit. - Ow, no-- Ow, ow, ow.

There's so many small things in your room.

Uh, come around and I'll knock on the front door, okay?

See you in a second.

Oh, buttermilk pancakes.

Whoa.

You're right. He's still growing.

That's weird, someone's at the door so early.

Hey, Eve. What a surprise.

Oh. Well, hello.

I was just in the neighborhood and figured I'd drop by and see you guys.

Why'd you fly out of Mark's window

if you were just gonna come back and...

Ow!

Eve!

Would you like to join us for breakfast?

Well, I would love to. Thank you for asking.

Not at all. Pull up a chair.

I had Oliver set an extra place, just in case.

Oh.

Uh, lucky for me, I guess.

So, Mark, did you get a good night's sleep?

I, uh...

Mark wasn't sleeping.

He and Eve had a sleepover.

- Oliver, what the hell? - Ow!

Stop kicking me.

They made too much noise playing and woke me up.

We were watching, um, a movie.

I didn't know it was gonna be that loud.

Ow! Oliver!

- Ow. - These pancakes are amazing, Mrs. Grayson.

Are they buttermilk? They're so soft and fluffy and light.

I tried making blueberry pancakes once, but I had way too many blueberries

and then the batter was really soggy,

and then the blueberries weren't even sweet.

Maybe it was the wrong time of year.

I-I definitely think it was the wrong time of year. Yeah.

Okay, um, moving on.

Mom, uh, how much does it cost to rent an apartment?

Since when did you become interested in real estate?

E-Eve and I-- um, we were talking.

After what happened with Angstrom,

maybe...

it's better if we shared a place of our own.

Oh.

And you're seeing Paul now.

You know, you'd probably like it better if I'm not walking in on you both

when I come home from a big fight.

You're both adults,

and free to make your own choices.

But I like having you two around.

I know, Mom. I like it, too, but...

can't live at home forever.

But then who's gonna hang out with me?

Hey, I'm not-I'm not leaving forever, Oliver.

I'll be, like, a five-second flight away.

When you brought up moving out, I thought it was just talk.

But you're actually serious, huh?

If we had a place of our own,

we could just be together, you know?

Like a grown-up couple who's in this thing for real.

That is, if you want to.

Nothing would make me happier than waking up in our own apartment

to your handsome, drooling face.

Wait, I don't drool. Do I?

But you're in?

I'm in.

Now we just have to figure out how to afford it.

Mm. You already made a treehouse.

You could just make us a cool place here in the city.

And put it where-- the middle of the park?

The city has zoning laws for those kinds of things.

Oh, right. Well,

maybe I can look for a part-time job or something.

I know the problems your prison faces.

In the past year, Payton's had five riots, three escapes

and too many attempted breakouts to count.

How can I help you, Ms. Wilkins?

I get it.

You're suffering from overcrowding,

a criminally slow response from the GDA during emergencies,

and a serious lack of funding.

None of that is your fault.

I'm here to offer you a solution.

Go on.

A superhero on retainer.

Available and ready to handle any and all supervillain-related problems.

He can fly, he's got super strength

and he's practically invulnerable.

In fact, he stopped a breakout here not too long ago

with minimal damage and zero casualties.

Imagine having someone of that caliber

just a text away, 24/7.

What company are you with again?

You look 19.

I'm the owner of a private security firm. We're called...

...Inc.

Uh, first call's free.

You failed!

You asked me to break Multi-Paul out of prison,

and out of respect, I hired a team to do it.

But the job went sideways.

Then try again.

No.

Or at least not now.

There's too much heat.

They've still got that anti-teleport field up

and my sources say the prison just hired a superhero

as their new guard dog.

Find a way to get my assassin back.

You have 24 hours.