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GBS has confirmed reports

that a contingent
of the Justice League

has broken up
a meta-trafficking ring
in outer space

and has brought home
316 abducted teenagers,

most of them now
meta-activated.

The Meta-Human Youth Center
in Taos, New Mexico,

is reportedly overwhelmed
by the sudden influx.

But is making arrangements
to expand its services

or open other branches.

I believe it's now time

to put our plan in motion.

I knew we'd find you.

Auntie Mouse will be
so happy, Kid Flash!

Thanks, Wonder Woman!

But now we have to find
Cheshire for Daddy.

In related news,

yet another meta-human
has joined

Beast Boy's rebel squad
of young heroes.

Known as Cyborg,

the newest Outsider has
already made a splash

by releasing footage
that places the blame

for this deep space
meta-trafficking

squarely on the back of
media magnate, Gretchen Goode,

claiming that the much-beloved
Granny Goodness

is actually an alien entity.

Goode's company,
Goode World Studios,

has issued a flat denial
of these claims,

stating in no uncertain terms,

that Cyborg's footage
has been faked with
special effects.

The kind their studio
uses every day.

- -Unfortunately,
Gretchen Goode herself

continues to be
unavailable for comment.

Wow, um,
what's this?

I arranged for Violet

to baby-sit Lian at
the Premiere Building.

We'll have a few hours alone
to enjoy dinner.

I... I know we didn't talk
about, well, any of this.

But it's Valentine's Day.

So, I thought I'd take
the chance that

maybe you've been feeling

the way I've been feeling,
and--

Shh.

I have.

Wait.

I... I can't.
I can't. I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I need to see you.

Well,
the decision is difficult.

Miss Martian believes
Forager can safely return
to New Genesis.

--But Forager has made

many good friends
here on Earth.

Forager believes
Forager would like to stay,

but Forager cannot be
Forager here on Earth.

Only Fred Bugg.

And Fred Bugg's Glamour Charm
has become...

an albatross around
Forager's neck.

Fred Bugg
has been reading

The Rime of
the Ancient Mariner

in Happy Harbor High School
English class.

Right.

So Conner Kent sees
Forager's dilemma?

Conner Kent does.

That's why we're here.

Hello, Conner.

- Hello, Mr. Mayor.

I'd like you to meet
my friend, Fred Bugg.

Fred, this is His Honor,
Dabney Donovan,

- Mayor of Geranium City.

- Fred Bugg is honored
to meet His Honor...

-The Mayor Dabney Donovan.
-Feeling's quite mutual.

Any friend of Conner's is
most welcome in Geranium City.

- I think it's safe now.

--Indeed,

there are no other strangers
in town at this time.

I will drop
the psychic illusion.

Allow me to
reintroduce myself.

I am Dubbilex.

--And this is the true
Geranium City,

or as I like to think of it,
Genomorph City Two.

Hello, Brother.

Hey, Jim.

Doctor Spence.
Erin. Benny. Beth.

Hey, Fred, this is Karen.

And this is
my oldest friend, Kraig.

The Outsiders view

our primary role
as inspirational.

We want young people,

human and meta-human,

- to see the value of
heroism and service.

We want them to take
ownership of the Outsiders.

Because, in the end,

- aren't we all Outsiders?

And what about
Infinity Incorporated?

Some think this new
group of young heroes

is stealing
the Outsiders' thunder?

The Outsiders have no issue
with the Infinitors.

As long as the message
gets out.

Excellent.

Just excellent.

I can use this good press

to bring you both
back to Markovia.

I thought meta-humans
weren't permitted
in Markovia.

-They're not.
-No.

But I'm trying to change that.

You both just
need to be patient.

I believe patience
is a virtue I have
finally acquired.

Then miracles can happen!

Something I certainly
should have known by now.

For it is a true miracle

that the three of us
are together again

for the first time in years.

That's why I had to come.

In secret.

Yes. I'm sorry
that's necessary.

I'd like nothing more
than to proclaim
your rescue to the Heavens.

But that's not politically
expedient now.

I'm afraid not. But soon.

- We simply must be patient.
- Patient.

Excuse me for a moment.

Thanks for coming,
but, um,

I only asked to see Zatanna.

Don't either of you have
Valentine's plans?

Sure.

But you know we'd do
anything to help you.

You two can't help me.

Only she can.

Why did you
bring them?

They're not part of this.

They're not here
for this part.

They're here
for the aftermath.

Assuming we do this at all.

Assuming?

I've told you there are
limits to my magic.

I can't raise the dead.

- Raise the dead?
- If we do this,

it'll leave you devastated
all over again.

I am asking... I am
begging you to reconsider.

You say you can't
raise the dead.

But we both saw Secret
rise from her grave.

We know the soul exists.

And you know I never had
the chance to say goodbye.

I never had closure.

Artemis, I love you,

but that's something
you need to work through,

like anyone who's
suffered a loss.

No, I need your magic!

I will do anything!

If you won't help me,
I will make a deal with

Wotan or somebody,
I swear it!

I can't bring
a dead soul to Earth.

The best I can do is
help you meet him halfway.

Thank you!

D... Don't thank me.

Just try to not hate me
when this is over.

I'll be sending
your soul to Limbo.

Nothing there is real.

Your imagination creates
everything you see.

It'll be very seductive.

Easy to get lost,
to want to stay.

And if you don't emerge
by sunrise,

your soul will be
trapped there.

Forever.

I understand.

Do you? 'Cause I sure don't--

I do. And I take
full responsibility.

Now, let's get to it.

Please, step back.

Hey, babe.

Missed ya.

Wally.

Again!

Again!

Again!

Again!

Stay back!

I think not.

Yes.

The child is perfectly safe
here, granddaughter.

Indeed, you are
my granddaughter.

And you are my grandson.

For you are both
the children of the children
of my intellect.

Having reevaluated,

I am impressed with how
you both have survived

and evolved my technology.

As Halo and Cyborg,

you have become
extremely important players

in the coming
galactic conflict.

No need to be modest.

I will enjoy watching
your continued evolution.

Assuming Darkseid
does not kill you.

Since you both present
great obstacles to his plans.

--Whoa!

Again!

Happy
Valentine's Day, Artemis!

Aw, you remembered.

Aw, come on.
What kind of a jerk would I be

if I forgot Valentine's Day
for the third year in a row?

So, you're really dead,
aren't you?

Hey, let's not think
about that now, okay?

We only have till sunrise.

How do you wanna
spend the time?

Okay, okay, boy.

--Wow.

Things progress fast
around here.

Oh. Very fast.

Whoa!

Now, that's an important
development.

And I do believe the target
is important enough to risk

compromising
Ms. Markov's cover.

Send word, Slade.

The Op is a go.

- Let's be on our way.

You have met
all of our "monsters."

Perhaps, Fred,

you are now comfortable
enough to reveal your truth.

Oh, uh, yes.

Fred Bugg is
quite comfortable.

And Forager is most happy
to reveal his truth.

But Forager would also be
most happy to hear the truth

behind the creation
of Geranium City.

I'd be honored to tell you.

But it is more efficient
for Kraig to telepathically
show you.

Six years ago,

the original Genomorph City
was under the Cadmus Building

and under the thumb of
Cadmus' founder, Lex Luthor.

But our brother, Conner,
gathered allies

who liberated us from that
place and that servitude.

They brought us
to this place,

so that we could build
a life of our own.

Which is exactly what
we have set out to do.

Using the power of illusion

to hide our true forms
from passing outsiders.

Forager does not believe
Genomorphs need to hide
from the Outsiders.

The Outsiders
are very accepting.

Different Outsiders.

But the point is that
the Genomorphs

have found a place for
themselves in our world.

Yes and no, Brother.

Yes and no.

Yes or no?
And be honest.

You really don't miss
the Life at all?

I mean, sure,
we both have these cushy gigs
at the University.

I love teaching Physics.

And I love teaching Comp Lit.

Right, exactly.

But, enough to never
put on a mask again?

I think I...

We, have everything
we need right here.

And for my final trick,

I'm going to make
the sun appear.

Let's see
what else is on, okay?

Coming up next,

another whacky episode
of Hello, Megan!

Or maybe that's
enough TV for now.

It's time for the baby's
late night feeding, anyway.

Yeah, it's very late, babe.

Sun'll rise soon.

Let it. I never want to leave.

We are comfortable here,

but the dream
is not yet achieved.

Though safe in Geranium City,

we are segregated.

And when not segregated,
we hide,

even in plain sight,

never permitted
to be ourselves.

Forager understands.

This problem is common.

Forager could return to
his hive on New Genesis

and safely blend in
among the other drones.

But at least, on Earth,

the prejudices
are being faced.

What are you...

Forager will remain here,
on the front lines.

Forager will join
the Outsiders

and fight the good fight

where the entire Earth Hive

may see that
Forager is Forager.

And perhaps Forager's openness
will help the Geraniums.

That is admirable,
my new friend.

Will you do as much?

-Excuse me?
-You, brother,

were freed from Cadmus to
lead us to the promised land.

But still you hide,

which keeps us in hiding,

at a time when
all meta-humans,

including Genomorphs,
struggle for acceptance.

You know you can do
more to help.

Conner Kent
has helped Forager.

And Brion,
and Violet,

and Victor and Tara.

Yes,

our brother has always been
good at collecting strays.

At helping individuals,

because he sees himself
as an individual.

Alone. Apart.

But when will you acknowledge
your own place?

Your own role in
the connected world?

When will you take
the final step

to help your own people?

Ask yourself, brother.

What would Superman do?

Apologies.

Um, but Forager will need
Fred Bugg one more time.

Hi. We just
wanted to stop by--

To see the baby.
I understand.

But I hope you understand
why I need to be selfish
right now

and not share
our little family.

Well, uh,
that's the problem, babe.

What do you see?

It's getting lighter.

The sun's about to rise.

I think it's going to be
a beautiful morning.

Sure. But what else
do you see?

I...

I see everything
I need right here.

I get it.

That's one beautiful baby.

Is it a boy or a girl?

What?

What's the baby's name?

I... We...

-We haven't named it yet.
-It?

No. We talked a little about
having an "it" one day,

but we could never agree
on a name for a boy or a girl.

I still like Wolf,
by the way.

Wolf West, just so you know.

For the last time,

we are not naming our child
after Conner's dog.

What child?

Where...

No. No.
No, no, no, no, no!

--Brucely!

Open the door,
Artemis.

Let people in again.

Or better yet,
walk through it yourself.

You've made a good start
by helping Violet,
Tara and the rest.

But, you haven't let
anyone help you.

Please.

Please. Please.
Please, hold on. Hold on.

I can't, babe.
Believe me, I want to.

But I love you too much.

I won't let you
throw your life away

on a memory of what was

or even on a dream of
what might have been.

There's a real life for you
beyond this door.

A chance at real love.

No,
I had my chance.

You'll get another.

So, this very morning,
I want you to stop mourning.

I want you to live
your life and find love.

I'm not sure who could
possibly deserve you.

But I trust you to make
the right choice.

After all, babe,
you must have good taste.

- You picked me.

I'm...

I'm not sorry
that I came here.

Hey, me neither.

We needed this night
to finally say goodbye.

But the night's ending,

and it's time for
my Spitfire to go home

and live.

The Spirits have
done it all in one night.

Artemis!

It's all right.
It's all right. I'm good.

And I'm very grateful, Z.

I got what I needed.

Thank you.

Wow.

I still can't believe
you summoned

Wally's ghost for her.

I did no such thing.

I told Artemis I didn't have
that power, and I meant it.

Then M'gann!

M'gann
created a playground,

an open space
in Artemis' mind.

But Artemis created
or imagined

everything she saw
and experienced.

My legerdemain
and M'gann's telepathy

gave her the chance to
work things out for herself.

We'll tell her someday.

Or, maybe we won't.

- How'd it go?

- It...

Was a pretty average night.

I'll put her to bed now.

Thanks.

Artemis, I'm so sorry.

- I... I didn't mean--

No, Will, please.

You didn't do anything wrong.

In fact,

I'm grateful to you.

You've helped me open up,

take the next step.

And I want you to know,

I will always be there
for you and Lian.

But...

But, I'm sorry.

We are not right
for each other.

Phew...

What a relief.

I... I felt it, too,
as soon as we kissed.

I... I mean,
it's just too weird, right?

--You're my sister-in-law!

I know!

Friends?

Friends. And family.

Always.

I'll, um, see you
in the morning?

I'll have the coffee brewing.

Come on, Brucely.

It's being called
an international crisis.

This is cellphone footage
from earlier this evening.

Frederick DeLamb,
also known as Baron Bedlam,

escaped from
a Markovian prison

and staged a coup

with the help of meta-humans

and members of
the military loyal to him.

No word yet on the status
or location

of King Gregor Markov.

Excuse me.
This just in.

Baron DeLamb has released
a video statement.

Good morning.

I have a short statement.

I, Baron Frederick DeLamb,

have taken
the Markovian Crown

for the good of my nation

in order to save it
from the weak rule

of my misguided nephew,
Prince Gregor.

United Nations
Secretary General

Lex Luthor had this to say.

No, we will not lift
U.N. restrictions

that prevent the Justice League
from entering Markovia.

This is an internal matter.

And there are good people
on both sides.

Both sides.

The solution involves
peaceful negotiation,

not super-heroics.

They must have known
I was out of the country!

-But how?
-Does that matter now?

No, no, of course not.

What matters is that I
return home immediately.

Brion, you can't let him.

They'll kill him the moment
he sets foot in Markovia.

There is
no other option.

You're wrong.

Though the Justice League
may not intervene,

my squad doesn't face
those restrictions.

This is what I've been
preparing for.

I cannot hide in
a Beverly Hills hotel room.

Be patient, brother.

We tried things your way.

Now we try them mine.

Geo-Force will lead
the Outsiders

to save our homeland.

Markovia, here we come.