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- Thanks, Bibbo.
- Mm-hm.

Superman, we need to talk.

I think you're
a little confused.

We're not confused,
but we do need your help.

Poseidonis needs us.

Annax Orin.

- Anything?
- No.

We have found neither foot
nor fin of Ocean-Master.

Apologies.

No apologies necessary.

Orm has always been
a slippery fish.

And I am aware
Black Lightning has
twice pulled you away

to lead missions
for the League.

Much of this
still makes little sense to me.

Ocean-Master,
both before and after

he was revealed as my brother,

always had a method
to his madness.

He was never about sowing chaos
for chaos' sake.

What did he truly hope to gain
from his attack?

He had to know that
even in success,

Atlantis would never have
accepted him as king.

Perhaps, after six years
in an Atlantean prison

he simply wanted vengeance.

But then, why wait so long
to take it?

And your report, La'gaan?

I wish I had
better news, Annax.

There's unrest
in nearly every city-state,
particularly in...

Xebel.

Yes, incited by
Xebel's own King Nereus,

mass demonstrations,
protest... well, this.

Poseidonis' needs
seem to supersede

those of
the other seven principalities.

Our resources may be
stretched thin,

but we could not
leave Poseidonis in ruins.

For the pride of Atlantis,

Orm cannot be seen to have won.

And the funds for these repairs

came from
Poseidonis' own General Fund,

not from
the Atlantean Treasury.

But with respect, My King,

this is not how the people
perceive the decision.

Ah, yes, perception.

When I was Aquaman,
everyone complained

my focus was not on Atlantis.

Now that it is my sole concern,

no one is ever satisfied with
my decisions.

Heavy the head that wears the crown.

I knew you would understand,
Kaldur'ahm.

Whoa!

Well, Ghosty, we've covered
a lot of ground,

and have gotten
exactly nowhere.

I'm still hoping
this heat trail
leads us to something.

Anyway, what choice do we have?

You know, besides admitting
we're actually dead.

Ma'al, ma'al, ma'al!

This is never gonna work.

Husband, rumors ride
the currents
of every city-state

concerning
the mysterious stranger

with the power to defeat
Neptune's Trident.

It all fits the Prophecy of
the One True King.

An enemy attacked
and was driven away.

How many times
has that happened before?

Even against Ocean-Master
and the Trident?

Yes, we had help,

but that hardly fulfills
any prophecies.

Whether it does or does not
will hardly stop the rumors.

Perception.

All right.
What are the exact words
of this Prophecy?

Show me the
Tablet of the Widowhood

and the Prophecy of
the One True King.

"Do seek Atlantis' Savior when,

The Labors Three are done,
and then,

We crown our King,
the One, the True,

And celebrate as all renew.

The Stranger come from
out our past

To quell the Trident's threat
at last...

Shall herald Seas
that bring Red Death,

But Three will rise,
restoring breath.

When best of these
gains Arion's Crown,

Our One True King
revives renown.

Anoint this King,
the One, the True,

And celebrate as all renew."

So the first condition
of the Prophecy
seems to have been met,

perhaps, too perfectly.

Is it possible
Orm threw the fight

to make a hero
out of his conqueror?

That kind of manipulation,
at least, is more his style.

Possibly, though the stranger
did have real magic,
real power.

Another reason why we must
find them both,
my brother and the stranger.

Until now, the priority
has been to repair the city

and capture Orm,
but gather the Widowhood,

make the search
for 'our savior'
their top priority.

I will see to it.

Delphis, I am certain

the families displaced by
Ocean-Master's attack
appreciate your help.

I am not certain you understand

how much I value
the opportunity

to be offering help to someone
other than myself.

That has not been my history.

Then you are
welcome to stay,

helping for
as long as you wish.

Oh, thank you, Kaldur.

Um, could you please call
your parents?

They do not want to
be a bother,

but they are very worried
about you.

Yes, of course.

We shall give you some privacy.

- Kaldur.
- Hello.

Calvin, it's Kaldur.

- I hope you are both well.
- We are.

And very glad you called.

For which, I assume,
we have Delphis to thank.

I would have called on my own.

Eventually,
but thank you.

The truth is, son,
we're worried about you.

Wyynde tell us you've been
hunting Ocean-Master

in between missions for
the Justice League.

While still trying to mourn
your friend Conner.

We have talked about this.

You take on too much.

Yes, we have talked about this.

I only do what must be done.

You do more than that.
You always have,

ever since you were a child.

As a child,
I learned to be responsible
from the both of you.

- Oh...
- You learned to be responsible because of us, certainly.

But we were anything
but good role models
of that virtue.

Stop, you were
wonderful parents.

We gave you love, always.

And maybe that was the best
and most important gift
we could have given you.

But you forget how it was.

I was never home.

I was always leaving you alone
with your mother.

And I was
suffering from depression.

There were days
I could not leave our home.

You were my little soldier,
parenting me.

You overstate things.

No, but it is
sweet you remember
hard times fondly.

You took odd jobs
when I could find no work
anywhere in Shayeris,

except with
Krush's criminal gang.

We eventually got
our acts together.

Your mother sought help,
I found my way.

But the pattern was set.

Military training,
sorcery school,

becoming protege to the King.

Kaldur, you have always been
the adult in the room.

You need to take time
to just be you.

No, not until Orm is captured.

He is too great a threat to Atlantis.

- Kaldur... You need to see this.
- Huh?

Mother, Father, I have to go.

- Of course.
- We will talk again soon.

My friend Clark said
you wanted to see me.

Um, okay.

Thank Clark for us?

Look, we have a lot
to explain.

It would help if you'd allow me
to telepathically link...

No. We talk with words.

I don't know you well enough to
give you access to my mind.

Fine, we are from the future.

We came back to your era
to prevent a disaster.

The death of Superboy.

We did
save his life outside the U.N.
a year ago,

and no one knew,

But on Mars... we failed.

We can't tell you
how sorry we are.

We really can't.

If what you say is true,

why not go back in time
and try again?

Our Time-Sphere
was destroyed.

We're stranded here now.

Just the two of you?

There were
three of us,

but we lost our friend
in the same explosion
that killed Superboy.

I saw no evidence
of a second fatality.

Neither did we.

But the last time we saw her,
she was flying to save Superboy.

And she never came back to us.

Eventually, we were
forced to conclude

she hadn't made it.

I'm so sorry.

But, if you lost
your Time-Sphere,

how did you get here
from Mars?

- We asked for help and she said yes.
- She?

Thank you
for the warning, Nimue.

We haven't much time.

Mother of Goat,
Conner, get it together.

You have to believe
to touch anything.
You know that!

No!

- Mera, what--
- Listen.

A new Chaos Lord was here.
Worse than Klarion.

She created
this pillar of fire,
the source of these red waters.

Anything the red touches, dies.

I have warned the sea life
to steer clear.

High King Orin,
to all city-states,

this is a priority alert.

Stay away from Poseidonis
and the red water.

If you are within
Poseidonis' dome, stay inside.

Do not open the portals,

or allow any Atlanteans
to exit.

That is an order.

- But...
- Understood.

No!

I can't maintain our protection
and my construct.

- Kaldur, take over the sphere.
- Yes, My Queen.

- What can I do?
- Exactly what you have been.

So, crowd control.

Blubber!

Help!

He's my best friend. I...

You cannot. The Red would
breach the dome,
dooming us all.

Help!

You must get me beyond the Red.

Clear.

- Huh? King Orin?
- Hold on.

You should have led
with Bio-Ship.

She's a darn good
character reference.

What do you need?

You have to understand,

Superboy was
a great inspiration to us.

With him dead, your future,

our present is
a galactic disaster.

So, we need you to
take his place

at a crucial moment in time.

We need you to be in
Happy Harbor, Rhode Island,

ten years from today,
at 12 noon exactly.

And do what?

As Legionnaires,
we have often asked ourselves
the question Superboy asked.

"What would Superman do?"

So, when the time comes,
ask yourself,

"What would Superboy do?"

That's all
we can ask, or reveal.

I can do that,
or try, at least.

But what about the two of you?

It's best we don't tell you.

The timestream's fragile.

We're taking
a huge risk saying this much.

And you can't tell anyone
about us,

or Bio-Ship or anything.

So, please, get on board,

so we can get out of the way.

Black Lightning
to Superman,

we're facing a global
mystic crisis.

I need you in Agra
at the Taj Mahal.

On my way. I have to go.
Good luck.

To us all.

Getting Superman to
take Superboy's place

should have fixed everything,

given us an instant reset.

So clearly Superman failed.

Didn't make it to Happy Harbor
or something.

You don't know that.

After multiple dousings
of Chronoton Radiation,

we may be so far outside
our original timeline,

we may never know
if we fixed things or not.

All we can do is keep trying.

Get Blubber inside
and seal the dome.

- As you command.
- Thank you, Your Majesty.

Careful, brother.

I cannot believe even you would
capitalize on this calamity

for your own ends.

Then, for once,
you are right, Orin.

I have, in fact, come to help.

After all, who wants to be
master of a dead ocean?

Now, hadn't you better retreat?

Re-entering Poseidonis
is impossible,

and I certainly have
no intention of saving
your worthless skin.

Together, then!

Agreed.

My Queen, what will
Ocean-Master do

should you both succeed?

Try to kill us, probably.

But one crisis at a time.

Still it resists.

Ghosty, you're all right.

Ugh, why am I the only thing
that's solid to this creature?

It's attracted to my rage?

[Wolf grunts and Sphere beeps

Phew! Well, we survived
the monster.

But obviously,
it's pointless following
that thing's heat trail,

so, now what?

What am I gonna do?

M'gann,
what am I gonna do?

Suppression beams!

With everything we have!

Do seek Atlantis' Savior when

The Labors Three are done,
and then,

We crown our King,
the One, the True,

And celebrate as all renew.

The Stranger come
from out our past

To quell the Trident's threat
at last.

Shall herald Seas
that bring Red Death,

But Three will rise,
restoring breath.

When best of these
gains Arion's Crown,

Our One True King
revives renown.

Anoint this King,
the One, the True,

And celebrate as all renew.

Neptune's Beard. The Prophecy.

Prophecy?

Prophecy.

The Prophecy.

Delphis, stay here.

Fool! You think to
thwart me again?

No!

Orm of Poseidonis,
you are under arrest!

No. Not again. Never again!

Gotcha.

Take him away.

Our pleasure, Annax.

You will regret this, brother.

Delphis, is he...

Kaldur'ahm will be all right.

- And the queen?
- I am fine, Husband.

Or will be.

- Here.
- Wait.

You have saved us twice.
Who are you?

Merely a wanderer.

Happy to have been of service
to the Crown.

But what is your name?

I doubt you would have
heard of me.

Nevertheless, we want to thank
and honor you.

Unnecessary. I neither need
nor want such things.

Please?

In days gone by,
I was called Arion.

Arion? Arion, Lord of Atlantis?

Arion, the Founder of Atlantis?

Arion, the Failure of Atlantis.

Did you hear that?
What did he say?

Arion, Arion, Arion.

Arion, Arion.

Um, who is this Arion?

The answer, perhaps,
to an ancient question.

Said answer thus raising
a thousand questions more.

Arion, Arion, Arion!

Kid Flash,
we need to talk.

No, I think not.

Though the crisis with Child
has passed,

I believe we should leave
our valued assets here,

where they may be kept safe
against the next crisis.

Inevitably, another one

always seems to be
coming down the pike.

Have Psimon confirm that
the Psy-Backs are all intact.

Update the inventory.

Then seal this chamber,

making certain I have
the only key.

And be quick about it.

Our focus must turn to
Project Thrinos.

As of now,
it is our sole priority.