Young Justice

Your first mistake was killing my friend.

That was no mistake, human.

And there's your second mistake, Klamulon.

I suppose other species all look alike to you.

But I'm no human.

I am Lieutenant Tork of the planet Mars.

And you've never encountered anything like me before.

-(TRUMPETING) -(EXCLAIMING)

Edson Valiant.

He's dead, Tom.

Stuff looks really good, Gar.

That single tear thing. Genius.

Eh, I've had practice.

Garfield, Paul, the dailies are spectacular.

I'm so pleased.

-Thanks, Gretchen. -Yeah, thanks.

Everyone said I was a sentimental fool,

but I knew pairing you two was the smart move.

-You handled casting? -At Goodeworld Studios,

Gretchen Goode handles everything.

I wanted ST 3016 to recapture that Hello, Megan! magic.

And that's exactly what you two have done.

Hello Megan had magic?

It only lasted one season.

Your mother's show was underappreciated, Garfield.

The chemistry, Paul, between you as Conner Manley

and Marie Logan as Megan Wheeler was truly special.

Well, it may have been a silly '70s sitcom,

but no one can deny we had a fantastic cast.

Lord and Stanyon, Rita Farr, me, and Marie.

There was a lot of talent there.

-And a lot of love. -(CHUCKLING) And a lot of both here as well.

It's like watching father and son trekking through space.

Well, I am the kid's godfather,

I remember your christening like it was yesterday.

Rita and I stood up for you

just before Marie moved you both to Greater Bialya.

-Qurac. -Qurac, of course.

And now you're following in Marie's footsteps.

Your mother-- Well, your mother

and your godmother, Rita, would be very proud.

Yeah... I guess. Thanks, Ms. Goode.

Garfield, please.

If you don't start calling me Gretchen, you'll make me cry.

- Noted, Gretchen. Thank you. - Gretchen, a word?

Oh, for the producer, manager, and step-father of my favorite Martian?

As many words as you like, Steven. Just give me a moment.

Oh. Now, Paul. As we were talking about that,

I just want to go over that one more time...

I don't think she's coming back, Mento.

Don't...call me...Mento.

Will you be at the house, tonight?

No, Mento. I have a date.

-Thank God. -Oh, thank God.

-Later, Harvey, great work today. -Really?

Wow! Thanks, Mr. Logan.

Okay, M'gann, we're all here. What happened?

I take it your first day at school was a bit "atypical."

-How would I know? Maybe every day-- I know.

-It was very atypical. -And who is this?

Victor Stone is Victor Stone.

You guys really aren't freaked out by how I look?

-You picked the right crowd. Perhaps.

But is Victor Stone freaked out by how Forager looks?

Hmm, apparently Victor Stone is.

No, no, I'm sorry. You've been great,

you just... caught me off-guard.

-Way off-guard? -Way off-guard.

Ahem. Uh, still haven't heard what happened.

At school today, Violet Harper opened a boom tube

as if Violet Harper was a Mother Box.

What? Mmm-hmm, it's true.

I didn't know I could do it, until I did it.

Then it seemed, well, natural.

But even for a meta-human of your abilities,

-how is that possible? -Maybe I know.

When we were at Bedlam Central,

I spotted a dissected Mother Box.

Of course! That must be the device Baron Bedlam gave to Doctor X.

Simon tried to learn its secrets

but only succeed in destroying it.

There was a burst of energy, then the machine went dead.

Not just dead. Murdered.

Mother Boxes are living computers.

That burst of energy?

It was probably Mother Box's soul escaping.

Ugh, hello, Megan?

Doctor Fate sensed an old soul in Halo's very young body.

And the first time I saw Halo, Vertigo's crew was burying her.

Bedlam wasn't in the business of ditching powerful meta-humans

so they must have legit thought she was dead.

Maybe Gabrielle Daou did die.

But the Mother Box's soul energy or whatever you want to call it,

merged with Gabrielle's body and resurrected it as--

As me! I told you I wasn't Gabrielle.

You did. Over and over.

I'm sorry I didn't understand.

The trauma must have wiped their combined minds clean.

She'd get flashes of Gabrielle's residual memories,

flashes of the Mother Box's knowledge.

Everything else she'd have to learn anew.

It doesn't upset you that Gabrielle is dead?

Strangely, no.

I suppose it's because you are the only you I've ever known.

Besides,

I have grown accustomed to such strangeness.

Yeah, well, newbie to strangeness here.

What does all of this have to do with me?

Uh, hey, so sorry I'm running late, Gar,

The trade conference was endless.

No worries, Perdita. The club will still be there.

Oh, you're a doll. I'll be right out.

Looking like a princess, I'll bet.

Or a queen.

Hey, goode goggles. They as cool as everyone says?

I only just received them as a gift. I haven't even tried them yet.

Mind if I check 'em out, Your Majesty?

You are not allowed to call me that,

-or it's off with your head. (CHUCKLES) -Oh, big talk.

-The goggles? Be my guest.

Cool, thanks.

Space Trek. Hey, maybe I can play myself.

More Klamulons! Fire at will, Lieutenant.

Ha! I am playing myself.

Yeah, got 'em. That's right, Tork rocks.

This is actually pretty crash.

I'm already on level two.

But, Violet, you've never been able to heal anyone but yourself.

Well, she healed me. That's why I--

Actually, I don't believe I did heal you, Victor.

I think I only made adjustments to your internal technology.

More proof she's a living Mother Box.

Whatever. Look, I just want to get back to my actual life.

I'm this close to a college scholarship,

and maybe even a career in pro football.

So, I need one of you freaks to get this tech off me.

We're trying to figure this out.

And now he'll tell you to be patient.

Yeah, patient is not going to cut it.

You can talk about all these Mother and Father Boxes later--

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who said anything about a Father Box?

-Whoa, what's this now? -Sphere?

What's going on?

Super-Cycle, what are you doing?

You dare threaten me?

Both of you. Stop!

Fool! You seek to intervene? Then suffer for it.

No!

-(TECH POWERING DOWN) -(GASPS)

Sorry. Sorry.

Conner! -I'm fine.

-Super-Cycle, stand down. -(SUPER-CYCLE REVS, BEEPING)

Shh, shh. It's all right now.

I swear, that wasn't me attacking.

No, it was the tech within you, taking control.

But I have cleansed you again.

Yeah, well, clearly a Halo cleanse is only a temporary solution.

For the time being, you two had better stick close to each other.

-Understood, I will stick close. -What about his father?

-Shouldn't we bring Vic back-- -My father did this to me!

-All the more reason. -Look, I'm 18.

You can kick me out, but you can't make me go back.

-No one's kicking anyone out. -(SIGHS)

(TELEPATHICALLY) Guess we're adopting another stray.

-I'm ready. -Just a sec. I'm at the final level.

-(DINGS) -(STATIC)

I need to go to Encino now.

I thought you said the club's in Hollywood--

I need to go to Encino, now!

-(SHORT CIRCUITS) -(GASPS)

He's dead, Tom.

Hmm?

Crash.

Those words you spoke when you were cleansing Vic,

-what do they mean? -I don't understand. What words?

(TELEPATHICALLY) I'm not kicking anyone out.

I know these are extraordinary circumstances

and I know, with Superman in space,

you've been wanting to step up and do more.

But you're frustrated. I get it.

My one mission with Dick turned into this never-ending thing.

A very needy and complicated never-ending thing.

Conner, since we've been engaged

we've hardly spent any time together.

-Let alone, alone time. You're right.

We had a system. The Watchtower was for missions,

and Happy Harbor was our own Fortress of Solitude.

Where we could just be us. But it's okay.

-I know what we need. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

-Date night! -A secret base!