"You were Ultraman's son. I was Owlman's test subject. I survived him implanting a computer in my brain by a combination of luck and the deaths of every test subject before me. I wasn't meant to live this long."
Ah, he's in full 'Red Hood'-stage anti-hero mode now.
"I've been looking for a way to 'problem solve' the Syndicate since before we broke you out of Cadmus. The only reason that mission even happened was because I was hoping to find one of Luthor's weapon caches."
Well, they kind of did. It was just a cache of
living weapons.
"Jonathan Kent, aka 'Ultraboy'. Ultraman's adopted son, created in a laboratory by Lex Luthor and freed during the Young Offenders' first mission. You don't have a Superboy, do you? Your Luthor just made Bizarro."
Fascinating variation, really. If I remember right, there was a problem with license rights involved...
"I didn't think President Wilson would kill him out of hand."
You never do think things through, do you, guys?
"What, you think Wilson never killed nobody? You actually know what he did in the army?" Jonathan snorts. "Blue looked it up one time. Guess he thought it'd make us see power his way. Just showed me that Wilson's full of shit."
So, same special ops history as his Deathstroke counterpart, minus the super-soldier program, eh?
Superman shakes his head. "Batman said we didn't know enough about how things worked here."
Maybe you should have
listened...
"What does it take to get it through you thick skull...
"What does it take to get it through
your thick skull...
that constantly killing people doesn't get you what you want? I don't want money, I don't want any power the Syndicate could give me, I just don't want a ringside seat at a massacre."
"Going home would be a bonus at this point!
"
I mean, for goodness-. No. No. Sonic baffle, telepathic scrambler… And a dust sheet. I put the sheet over his bubble and the baffle and scrambler down nearby.
Got sick of debating with him, eh?
"Okay!" Back to the Justice League. "Some things are sent to try us, and I really hope Eris is getting a laugh out of this."
Do be sure to tell her about all this when you get home.
"Then would depend. What is Plan Q?"
"
That would depend. What is Plan Q?"
"And neither will the Senators and Congressional Representatives who survived his purge. Or the army officers, or the Justice Underground. Even if you could get Luthor to agree to it. Or just.. people in general. And if I had an orange laser I wouldn't bother explaining this to you."
Welp... looks like the Syndicate pissed off a lot of people...
"We'll need to avoid
Brainstorm…
" I clap Talon in irons, then shock crown Duela and remove her brand.
"I realise that I can't stop the rest of you escaping, but…
Please, unless you have a better idea, let me handle this, at least until Mister J'onzz can report back.
"
Somehow, I don't think this'll work out well...
And then I hear an explosion.
Dammit, Eris, can't you wait
five minutes?!
