Young Justice

You're late. What happened?

There were difficulties.

-Mist, Livewire and-- -I know this part.

-Skip to the-- -You want to tell it?

Mist, Livewire and Shade

made their move tonight on STAR labs, Detroit.

What's he waiting for?

Oh, I'm finding the darkness within.

-(ELECTRICITY BUZZING) -(SCREAMING)

Two points.

Didn't think I'd actually score on this mission.

-This is it. The photo didn't indicate scale.

It's larger than I was led to believe.

I thought size doesn't matter.

-(ALARM BLARING) -We're out of time.

That's a lot to swallow.

You got to stop handing me these straight lines.

Just need a minute.

-We don't have a minute. Freeze!

Do not move!

You're here.

-You're my team, I watch your back-- -(GUNSHOT)

Maybe I made the wrong decision...

Quittin' when I did.

Right when the league was splittin' in half,

I left Kaldur understaffed and Virgil in the lurch.

Maybe I need to go back.

-Best pillow-talk ever. -(CHUCKLES)

Sorry, it's, um...

-It's been a while. -(CHUCKLES)

I'm teasing, Jeff.

The bottom line is you left for a reason.

Has anything really changed?

No.

The League used to be about helping people. Period.

Now it's all politics.

And Bats, he's still playing CEO of Batman Inc.

-I'm better off freelancing with-- -(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Ah, speak of the devil.

Recognized.

Pierce, Jefferson.

G 01.

Good. We're all here.

All? Where's Conner?

Mending fences with Megan.

Didn't know their fence was broken.

No, it's not so much broken as

left unattended for too long.

Ah, right.

Lynn and I had fence problems...

Before the divorce.

Must we maintain the "fence" metaphor

or can we find out why we've all been summoned?

Okay. I need you to maintain your cool.

We've located someone who might have some intel on the League of Shadows.

Meaning we'll finally find my sister?

That's wonderful.

Not so wonderful.

The intel would be from my sister.

Lian's mother? That's great.

Not so great.

She may not be very cooperative.

Not very cooperative? That's excellent.

Not so excellent?

No.

Forager is good at this game.

Our understanding is she's wounded,

a cornered animal.

That makes her dangerous.

Are we going or not?

(CHUCKLES) You know, Cheshire,

most of my patients prefer to be sedated

while under the knife to remove a bullet.

One would almost believe you don't trust your physician.

And one would be right.

But don't take it personally, Dr. Moon.

I don't even trust myself.

Cheshire, we have company.

Keep them busy. Time to go, Doctor.

She's not going anywhere.

So you're Black Lightning.

Heard you quit the Justice League.

Must've known you were obsolete.

Wearing yourself out?

It's a two-way street, kid.

I can't touch you, but you can't--

Sorry. Really don't want to do this.

Forager! (GROANS)

Halo!

Sorry. Really sorry.

Ow! That hurts.

Go head, zap me!

Absorbing lightning's totally my thing.

You've never had Black Lightning before.

Geo-Force, return him now.

Hmm, no.

I think we'll just keep him bottled for a while,

or forever.

Bring him back!

You have to bring him back!

-Are you all right? -I'm...

Fine.

What happened?

Halo happened.

Get out of here! You have no right--

-(DR. MOON GROANS) -Oh.

It seems the doctor is out.

I'm glad you're alive.

But I have two questions and one statement.

Who is running the League of Shadows now? And from where?

You know I have no loyalty to the Shadows.

But I honestly don't know who's running them.

I do know

they're being run out of Santa Prisca.

Happy?

Ecstatic.

How's...

How's Lian?

Oh. Well, that brings me to my statement.

Go see your kid!

Come on, sis.

We both know she's better off without me.

-(GROANS SLIGHTLY) -You're her mother.

But I'll always be...

Cheshire first.

See you later, sis.

Hug...

Hug Lian for me.

Nightwing, Cheshire and Shade escaped.

But, I have Dr. Moon,

and the League of Shadows' intel.

You're late. Report.

Right. So,

per your orders,

and since his release from Arkham six months ago

I've been keeping occasional tabs on Jervis Tetch,

aka The Mad Hatter.

Two weeks ago, I brought along my squad.

Spoiler, Arrowette and Orphan.

That's Tetch?

For a Mad Hatter, he's kind of, well, hatless.

No hats. It's a condition of his parole.

Hmm. Good thing he's not called The Mad Pantser.

He's heading for his night job, right on schedule.

-Although... -The water?

-Yeah. -Uh, water?

He's drinking a lot of it.

-And awfully fast. -(CHUGGING)

So, do we bust him for littering?

Hmm. Clay backwash.

Ugh. Gross.

-So, you're thinking-- -Yeah, it's possible anyway.

We need to find a way to check. Wait.

Where's Orphan?

Did you know Tetch was really Clayface, or just not care?

You're gonna regret that, kid.

Is Clayface an ally of Tetch's?

They're not buddies.

Which means Tetch is probably controlling him.

Doesn't matter. We know where Tetch is, so forget Clayface.

Let's go get Hatter!

We don't know where Tetch is.

But Clayface clearly does,

and I tossed a liquid tracker on him.

Nice.

Now, this won't hurt a bit,

or it may be agonizing.

Hard to say.

Now, let's test it, shall we?

Raise your right hand.

Very good. Very good.

But too easy.

Punch yourself.

Hard!

-(GROANS) -(LAUGHS WICKEDLY)

Oh, what are you doing here?

I had to protect you.

From what?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Yes! Yes! Clayface, protect me!