Young Justice

How did it all go so wrong so fast?

I'd say I have no one to blame but myself,

except it's getting a little hard to remember exactly who "myself" is.

Thanks to this glamour charm, the whole world thinks I'm Tigress,

professional assassin and trusted member of Black Manta's organization.

But I'm one of the few people the charm doesn't affect.

And when I look in the mirror, it's the only reminder I have left

that I'm still Artemis. What was I thinking?

Wally and I really had something special together.

Leaving the whole hero thing behind so we could just be... normal.

But when Nightwing called, I couldn't say "yes" fast enough.

Tigress, report to Kaldur'ahm's quarters at once.

- Yes, Boss? - This is Psimon.

He is here to psychically repair the shattered mind of my son.

- He can do that? - Indeed, my dear.

I'll dig right in and root about, piecing his entire mental life together.

By the time I'm done, I'll know Kaldur'ahm better than he knows himself.

Perfect. Yeah, perfect.

If you don't mind Psimon learning all Kaldur's secrets,

including the one about Aqualad and I

being double agents for the Team and the Justice League.

How did it all go so wrong so fast?

Season 2: Invasion Episode 13: "The Fix"

When can you begin?

I need to focus, set my own mental house in order before I enter his ruins.

Stay with them until the process is complete.

My son never spoke of his feelings,

but his words could not hide how much he cared for you, Tigress.

I don't speak about my feelings either. Not with words.

Your actions define you. I respect that.

So you'll be glad to know I will take action against the Martian witch

that did this to our beloved Kaldur'ahm.

Great. Now I have to rescue Miss Martian, too. Long distance, no less.

I'm not very comfortable with this.

Delving into your mind, it... it is an intrusion.

You have my permission.

We must be able to trust each other.

Does my smile displease?

Is this not how humans convey friendship and put each other at ease?

There has to be another way.

Look, I'm not sure what the Martian etiquette is here,

but Green Beetle is right: we need to trust each other,

Which means we need to confirm he is who he says he is.

Miss M. is our only real option.

Go for it, Angelfish. Reading this guy will be a piece of crab cake.

Please, proceed with the mind link.

Link established.

Ah... So you are a White Martian.

You came to Earth in order to pass as Green.

That must have been difficult.

I'm supposed to be reading you.

But your reluctance to probe deeply is clear.

You hide the specifics, but I sense you have recently had

a most negative experience during a hostile mind link.

So allow me to volunteer my thoughts.

In this way, you can be sure nothing so unfortunate will occur.

Green Beetle is on our side.

All right, I'm ready. Let's see what the weather's like in there.

Hmm. The Martian really did a number on you, Kaldur.

Believe me, I know how it feels. But fear not.

We'll have you up and running in...

No time.

Something's... wrong.

My mind... Clouding over.

Ohh!

- You! - Ohh! Uhh!

Uhh! Aah!

You've drugged me! But why?

Uhh!

Psimon says: reveal your secrets!

Uhh! Uhhh!

Artemis! You're Artemis, and the drug...

An invention of your father, Sportsmaster.

A single dose simulates catatonia, for weeks.

But you... heh... miscalculated...

How quickly it takes effect...

Ohh...

- What happened? - I'm not sure.

He just went berserk.

Is it possible Miss Martian left

some kind of telepathic virus in Kaldur's mind?

If she did, then any telepath we might employ would only suffer the same fate.

There's still one telepath who can help us...

Miss Martian herself.

It's our only recourse. Send me to the mainland.

I'll bring back the Martian, and we'll force her to cure Kaldur.

Yes. Yes, of course. But she is dangerous.

Kaldur would never forgive me if I sent you to face her alone.

- I'll take a squad of troopers. - No. You'll take Deathstroke.

Perfect. Perfect...

From Lex Corp and The Reach.

This consumable contains the Reach's additive,

which combines microscopic quantities of two chemicals.

One is a dopamine polymerase, the other an adrenaline inhibitor.

Taken over generations, they will slowly addict the entire population to Reach

and make the people of Earth placid, literally incapable of revolt.

That matches up exactly with Flash and Atom's analyses

of the additive sample acquired from Lex Corp.

Ah, I see. Still I am... Tested.

- Look, we're sorry, but... - No, it is wise.

As they say on your world, "all cards must be off the table".

"On the table". Uh... I mean... never mind. Ignore me.

On the table. Yes. That does make more sense.

So here is my final card on the table.

My scarab informs me that the additive also contains a mitochondrial marker

which works as a meta-gene tracer, allowing The Reach

to identify and isolate potential superpowered individuals.

Making it easier to harvest and weaponize the meta-gene!

Our analysis didn't reveal that. Thank you.

- Can't we go public with this? - I'll pass it on to Captain Atom,

but the League's credibility is at a record low right now.

We'll probably have to bide our time.

Good work, everyone. Meeting adjourned.

Do you need a place to stay on Earth?

I will find a place near Taos and attempt to blend in.

So, Angelfish, could we go somewhere private to talk?

Um... Sure, La'gaan. We can talk at my uncle J'onn's apartment in Chicago.

- Hermano , the night is young. - The night is over, ese .

And all I want to do is head home and catch some Z s.

How about we meet up first thing in the morning? You know, like, noonish?

Sounds crash. See you then.

Recognized: Miss Martian, B-0-5.

Lagoon Boy, B-1-8.

I can't wait any longer. I have too many questions.

Why have you been avoiding me? Why haven't you returned my calls?

What's going on between you and Conner?

Nothing. I mean, not what you're thinking.

Then what? Angelfish, please.

Well... This is awkward.

We hate to interrupt such poignant interspecies romance,

but we have pressing business with the Martian.

Artemis? That's you, right?

It's me, M'gann, and I'm here to kidnap you.

What?!

I need your help to save Kaldur.

But Deathstroke can't suspect I'm on your side.

Neither can La'gaan. I need you to make this abduction good.

Well, you don't have to make it look that good.

Lagoon Boy to Team. We're under attack at the Chicago Zeta tube. Requesting backup.

Acknowledged. We're 3 minutes from the nearest tube, but we're on our way.

Uhh!

See, calling for help like that just pushes up the timetable.

- Now I can't savor the battle. - You want something to savor?!

- Aah! - La'gaan!

Uhh!

Now, that leg doesn't look good.

You know, I hate to see any poor animal suffer.

You aren't on the Light's hit list.

So how about a little anesthetic for the pain?

Aah!

Aah!

Recognized: Superboy, B-0-4.

Nightwing, B-0-1.

So, my cards on the table... Scarab's controllable now, more or less.

And it seems to have no interest in The Reach.