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Big girls need a healthy breakfast before kindergarten.
So here's everybody's favorite...
A Man-in-the-Moon-Cake!
Down, Brucely.
Whoops.
- _ - Who said it?
Victor Hugo, Professor Crock!
- Oh, the bishop! - Myriel said it to Jean Valjean!
Ooh!
Dick? Kaldur?
What is it?
Who?
It's Conner...
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Whoops.
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There.
It's great.
Sorry. It is great.
But?
But I alternate between being numb
and barely managing to hold it together.
I miss Conner.
He was like a brother to me.
And M'gann...
I know exactly...
exactly what she's going through.
And there are some things you can just never prepare for
and some things you can never get over.
I better leave before I start sobbing.
Hey. Nothing wrong with sobbing.
Yeah.
Ah, well, it upsets Brucely.
Now that's how you do it, little girl.
Your opponent makes a mistake, you take full advantage.
No mercy.
But you,
In the field, a mistake like that'll get you killed.
Learn or die, baby girl.
It's hard to see out of this mask.
You need that mask, the way you fight.
It's too damn big for her, Crusher.
How's she supposed to succeed wearing your hand-me-downs?
You wouldn't go out in gear that didn't fit, so why force her to...
Worry about your own ass, Jade.
I know the formula, Mom.
I know what works for me,
what helps me through the grief.
Hitting criminals over the head with a bo staff?
Helping other people.
That's how I survived losing Wally,
and-and that's how I will survive this.
Okay, whatever gets you out of bed.
But helping strangers
also gave me the excuse to take a pass
on helping the one person I thought was beyond my help.
- Wally? - No! Jade!
Artemis.
Jade is beyond your help.
Beyond all our help.
She had everything here and threw it all away.
Maybe.
I don't care. All I know is I need to try.
There's only one problem.
Finding her.
That won't be your only problem.
Mom...
Do you know where Jade is?
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When Will gets home,
tell him I'll be at University Library.
Okay.
- Evening, Professor! - Hey Ms. Crock!
Mm, 'night.
Big mistake.
Well, someone made one.
Drop your weapons.
You're not taking me back.
Uh, not sure where "back" is,
but I'm not opposed to taking you there.
You're sure not wanted here.
No one asked you.
Watch it!
- We may need to take her more seriously. - Noted.
You followed me from my home. My home!
You broke the rules.
Makes me want to break some rules, too.
Cheshire...
What are you waiting for?
If you're going to finish it, finish it.
Spill.
I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to, um, frighten you?
- Oh, like you could ever... - Let her talk.
I-I wasn't following you to attack,
and I thought these two were working for the Shadows.
My name is Onyx. Onyx Adams.
And I need your help.
Plus, I have help to offer in exchange.
What kind of help?
I've defected from the League of Shadows.
Specifically to warn you.
- Look, can I stand up? - No.
But I'm listening.
Okay, fine.
Cassandra Savage is on her way here.
She'll claim she defected
and she'll pretend to need your help,
but her true intent is to become a mole on your team.
I think I've heard this one already.
About Red Arrow? Or Terra?
About Onyx, like two seconds ago.
So you want us to believe
that Vandal Savage's daughter would believe
that we would believe
that she'd ever in 50,000 years betray her father?
Hell would have to freeze over.
Well, as a matter of fact...
...you might want to break out your mittens.
I'll only need the one, thanks.
Why have you come, girl?
I know the Shadows have had a contract on me
ever since I betrayed them to save Red Arrow.
That is a truth, certainly,
but hardly one that answers my question.
I've come to end the conflict once and for all...
by ending you...
Please. You must be aware that we are no longer
in the business of Shadows here.
Or Light, for that matter.
The Master has declared
that the world is full of shades of grey.
Once a Shadow, always a Shadow.
You taught me that, Sensei.
I taught you many things, Jade Nguyen.
Foolishness is not one of them.
This isn't the act of a fool.
Something quite different is at play.
Cheshire may pretend
she is here to brave us in our home,
but truthfully, she came because she is afraid.
So this is true?
You've "defected"?
Yes. And I'm asking for your protection.
I told you that's what she'd say!
But I swear she's lying.
I overheard her plotting with Lady Shiva.
That is why I came!
That's the lie.
After I escaped, the Shadows must have sent Onyx
to sabotage my reception with you.
But if you turn me away, you're signing my death warrant.
Our intel is that you're loyal to your father, fiercely loyal.
I was.
Until my father killed my sister Olympia
right in front of my eyes.
It's been eating me up inside.
Eventually, I-I realized I couldn't stay.
Oh, tell me you're not buying this.
I tried to escape once before and failed.
I thought he'd kill me,
but Vandal Savage doesn't believe
in wasting a potential asset.
So instead, he did this to teach me a lesson.
He gave me a choice between the Shadows and death.
So I went back to Santa Prisca
where Deathstroke and Shiva watched my every move.
I had to bide my time before I could escape again.
There was no "first escape attempt"!
She lost that arm on a failed mission to recruit Killer Croc.
- You witnessed that? - No, but...
Once a Shadow, always a Shadow.
Or so I've heard.
Neither of your stories is particularly convincing.
But shouldn't we give them the benefit of the doubt?
I mean, how can we be sure?
I dunno.
We may some need help working this out.
I assume you have a good therapist
lined up for your son.
He will not need one.
Unlike your daughter,
he will have grown up with his mother.
I did what was best for my girl.
What is best for my boy is to be by my side.
I will never give Damian up.
Then you're a selfish fool.
And you are a coward.
Cheshire...
...you came here to die.
Come back when you are ready to live.
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Please, please don't go!
Sorry, sis,
mom's not getting out of prison any time soon,
and I refuse to live in this house with just Dad.
Dad and you and me!
We have to keep this family from falling apart.
Toothbrush, duh!
Knew I was forgetting something.
Dad'll come after you...
Let him. I'll disappear, like the Cheshire Cat.
You should get out, too.
I'd let ya come with me, but you'd slow me down.
Someone has to be here when Mom gets out.
Haven't you learned anything?
In this family, it's every girl for herself.
Is this really the best place to bring these two?
We don't have a lot of options.
Can't take 'em to the Watchtower
or the Premiere Building.
I checked with Ollie, and he gave his blessing.
If the Vault winds up compromised,
it's no huge loss.
He did say to keep you away from the rocket launchers.
Ha-friggin'-ha.
- He really said that. - Yeah, great.
- No, honest, he did. - Okay!
I know you're Sportsmaster's daughter.
You should understand my position.
Look out!
Arrowette!
I'm hit! Tranq dart...
This is helpful.
Stay put. You're safer here.
- The truck. - On it.
- With minimal property damage. - Spoilsport.
Let me out! I can help!
Property damage!
Shadow noodle trucks don't count.
- Sniper. - On it.
- No property damage. - Spoilsport.
That was my favorite clipboard!
Mother of Goat!
Keep the pen.
Compliments of Bowhunter Security.
Our number's right on there.
On second thought, I'm gonna need that back.
Thank you.
I go through more SUVs with you people...
Ignoring you now.
So, basically, both of you could have freed yourselves at any time.
- Basically. - Of course.
And escaped, too.
- Basically. - Of course.
Those Shadows were after me, not Onyx.
It should be obvious now she's lying.
They attacked Savage to make her story seem truthful.
But she's obviously lying.
Temporary Cells A and B secured.
Terra, you knew them both when you were a Shadow.
What do you think?
Onyx had talent.
But she wasn't bloodthirsty enough for Slade's tastes.
He never thought she'd make the cut.
Which would explain why she might run.
But Cassandra was always a true believer.
She worshipped her father.
Hard to believe she'd ever betray him,
the Light or the Shadows.
In that world, she'd be quite the scandal.
Um, yeah, no.
If I learned anything from Cluemaster,
it's that no matter how hard it is to admit
your dear-old-dad's one of the bad guys,
sooner or later, you have to walk away.
You know what I'm talking about.
Some walk away.
But some definitely follow in dear-old-dad's footsteps.
Icicle, Jr.
Cheshire.
Yes, what is that expression?
The falling apple does not bounce far from one's head.
I think you're conflating genetics with gravity.
But, yeah.
As the tree is bent, so grows the twig.
Sometimes the apple doesn't even fall.
It just sits on the branch and turns rotten.
Are we still talking about Cassandra and Onyx?
Cause all this apple stuff has made me very confused and kinda hungry.
Orphan, you were a Shadow, too.
Should we trust Cassandra?
Onyx?
They could both be moles.
And he's a former mole, so he'd know. Ow!
It's an old Cold War strategy:
the bad guys send us two options,
and don't really care which one we trust.
But wait, if they're both equally untrustworthy,
doesn't that make them both equally trustworthy?
True. Both could be legit,
but the Shadows got them to mistrust each other.
Geez, kick 'em both loose
and let the Shadows sort 'em out.
No. If there's even a chance
one of them or both is telling the truth,
we have to protect her or them.
You get the idea.
Everyone deserves a chance at redemption.
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Where's your sister?
Gone. For real.
You'll never find her.
Why would I look for her?
She'll be lucky if she survives a week.
But if she thinks she's ready to be out on her own, fine.
Now, let's get you ready.
Ditch the books, baby girl.
Time to train.
I suggest you find another seat, yeah?
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- What's wrong with Lian? - Jade?
You signaled me. What's wrong with Lian?
N-N-Nothing.
I mean, sh-she asks about you all the time,
but Lian's fine.
She's upstairs, asleep.
Then why did you call me?
I didn't.
I did.
"I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people
rising from this abyss,
and, in their struggles to be truly free,
in their triumphs and defeats,
through long years to come,
I see the evil of this time
and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth,
gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out.
I see the lives for which I lay down my life,
peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy.
I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts,
and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence.
I see her, an old woman,
weeping for me on the anniversary of this day.
It is a far, far better thing that I do,
than I have ever done,
it is a far, far better rest that I go to
than I have ever known."
Charles Dickens, "A Tale Of Two Cities".
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