All language subtitles for Young Justice 3x22 - Antisocial Pathologies.DCU WEB-DL NTb.en-en

It was a motley assortment

who came to rescue Grayson,
Pierce, and Motherbox.

Clearly, Earth's various teams
of heroes are cooperating

more than they have revealed
to the public.

So it has always been.

And I had them all at my mercy.

But they escaped.

Thanks to a Boomtube-Boy
and that Halo-Girl.

You need not concern yourself with Halo.

I already have plans
for her capture and beyond.

Ultra-Humanite is not the only one

to express interest in the girl.

Securing her is my operation.

And per the Light's traditions,

that gives me first rights to her.

I see.

And what of the Markovs?

Slade?

Easy, Princess.

What are you doing?

I could ask you the same thing.

See, I know you haven't
reported all you know

about either Halo or Victor Stone.

Explain yourself, girl. Now!

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Nothing to say?

You've gone soft on those people.

You're soft, Princess!

That's why those meta-traffickers

were able to grab you so easily.

But I promise I can toughen you up.

I am not soft.

I didn't report on Violet or Victor

because they're both
developing situations.

I'm still gathering Intel.

I can't tell if you're trying
to fool me or yourself.

And I can't decide which is worse.

You think those heroes are harmless.

Goody-two-shoes types
who care about you.

You've clearly forgotten
how much Brion cared

when he invited you to London,

then went clubbing while
you were being abducted.

How much your parents cared

when they did next to nothing
to track you down afterwards.

How much Jace cared when she
dunked you into Bedlam's Tar.

You think your new friends
are any better?

The moment they decide
you're out of line,

the moment they fear
they can't control you,

they'll slap an inhibitor collar

or a control chip on your neck.

Look, kid,

have I ever been anything
but straight with you?

Tough, sure. For your own good.

But straight.

So take this.

Just in case.

His temperature's spiking.

Help me strap him down
so he doesn't hurt himself.

I don't understand.

I mean, yeah, Granny's X-Pit
was pure torture,

but I recovered.
Why is Dick in such a bad way?

I wish I knew.

His brain is swelling.

Doctor Jace says we need ice
to bring down his temperature.

We're on it.

Ice is on the way.

And then what?

It's a fair question, Courtney.

But the three of us hope
we're making a difference

by inspiring young metas everywhere.

Showing them that
the possibilities are...

Well, infinite.

Mother of Goat!

This Infinity Incorporated

is poaching on the Outsiders' turf.

Mmm. Oh, take it as a compliment.

We inspired them.

They wanna inspire others. Mmm.

And that's a good thing, right?

Always looking on the bright side.

I need that.

Frankly, I'd be lost without it.

Without you.

Not in a pancake mood?

It is difficult to enjoy pancakes

when my powers can do nothing to
pull Dick back from death's door.

Didn't you just say she always
looked on the bright side?

I think we all feel a bit guilty

we're here enjoying a meal
while Dick is so ill.

What else can we do?

Doctor Jace asked us to give some space

to his oldest friends and family.

That reminds me.

Who is his family?

Is Grayson's father Bruce Wayne...

Look, can we talk about Gretchen?

She's the reason Dick's...
Well, you know.

She almost killed Jeff
and Motherbox too,

using some serious Apokoliptan tech.

You know she's got
something else cooking.

And I'm not talking about pancakes.

We need to take her down!

His temperature's down.
He's stable for the moment.

Take a break, Doctor.

We'll call you if anything changes.

Coffee?

You're a lifesaver.

I think that's your job.

I'm in way over my head, Jeff.

I'm here for you.

Anything you need.

- Is everything...
- There's no change.

Alfred's with him.

Kaldur, M'gann. A word.

It's a shame
it takes something like this

to bring everyone together.

Yeah.

A shame.

I'm sorry, but I hereby

tender my resignation
to the Justice League.

Since when are we
working for the League?

We're not.

I want nothing to do
with Batman Incorporated.

The truth is, I don't trust you.

Son of a...

You were all working together!

Mr. "I Don't Join Teams" Grayson
takes me on a rogue mission

to Granny's house,

where we're rescued by the co-chair

of the Justice League
and a Bat-Family drone!

- That's on me.
- I can explain.

Oh, I'm sure it is.

And I'm sure you can.

But it doesn't stop there.

Or start there, for that matter.

That joint op busting
meta-traffickers around the world?

Dick explained it all so logically.

It was Intel M'gann provided to us,

to the Team, and to the League.

But, of course, it was really
the six of you coordinating.

Just how long
have you been coordinating?

When I quit the Justice League
and wouldn't join Batman Inc.?

Did Dick recruit me for Markovia
just to keep me in the fold?

Holy... When the League split,

Batman didn't blindside Aquaman!

You both planned it in advance!

Created that dog and pony show

to lie to every one
of your fellow Leaguers!

And why?

So you could break the law with impunity

while dragging me into it?

It is not as bad as...
As you make it sound.

Oh, no, I'm guessing it's worse.

Everything's a lie!

Badass Kaldur getting his bad
ass kicked in Brooklin, Maine?

That was just to make the
Outsiders look good, wasn't it?

- No!
- That's not what happened!

Not bad enough you manipulate me...

...you had to manipulate
these idealistic kids!

Be silent, my child, and follow me.

I don't understand.

Should we really be leaving
now, with Dick in such...

I'll explain in the car.

Brion? Tara?

What's going on?

I have good news, Violet.

My mentor has found
a cure for your condition.

My condition? But they don't...

It's all right.

I know you were having trouble

deciding how to break the news,

so I told them.

And they're here to support you.

Right, kids?

Yes, Doctor Jace.

I'm so glad you finally know.

Now there are no more
secrets between us.

No secrets.

That's my boy. Seat belts, everyone.

No wonder you were kidnapped.

Even with your powers,

you can't seem to take care of yourself.

Look, kid, I got you away
from your abductors,

which is something your family
and country couldn't do.

But we both need to make sure

no one can ever
hurt you like that again.

So try harder!

We were using Bo staffs!

But in this world
it doesn't pay to fight fair.

I'm glad you've learned that.

I'm so proud of you, Tara.

Didn't we feel enough of this mode

when Artemis faked her death?

Is this how Batman teaches you to
treat your friends and teammates?

'Cause I bet Superman or Wonder Woman

sure wouldn't approve.

Uh... Diana's part of this.

And Cassie doesn't know?

You never told her?

Dude, this is gonna
end you two for good.

You know that, right?

So your little secret society
of superheroes

orchestrated events in Brooklin, Maine?

No, the Brooklin Warbugs

and the Reach ship were real threats.

We just kinda teed it up for you guys.

We didn't need that!

Look what we accomplished in Dublin!

What? You're saying
Dublin was teed up, too?

But the girl and her dad?

The girl was M'gann.

Her dad was Bruce.

M'gann! You did that to me?

I cannot believe this!

The whole point of the Outsiders

is to be in the open!

Give kids something that's theirs.

You guys corrupted that!

Look, you may not like our methods,

and maybe we did go too far.

But you've secretly and knowingly
coordinated the Outsiders

with the Team and the League.

- That's different.
- Not very.

You wanted to go head-to-head
with Lex and Granny in public.

We were going head-to-head

with the Light behind the scenes.

And we did it in a way

that allowed you
to preserve your integrity.

So now you're mad at us for it?

Condiment King?

All yours.

You're not even sorry!

We are sorry we have
made you feel this way.

That's not an apology!

I am not going to apologize
for putting the mission first.

What good is the mission

if we lose ourselves
trying to fulfill it?

Jeff.

I think the person
you're really angry with...

is me.

My mentor should be here any minute.

In the meantime, lie down,

and I will prep you for the procedure.

Wait. I remember...

Overlord,

cerebral-leash, please.

No!

Don't want...

I didn't know
you were bringing a friend.

Friend?

Let's call ourselves associates.

I told you

trying to sedate her wouldn't work.

It was worth a try.

After all, a control chip

might or might not
have worked on this one,

and we couldn't risk
tipping her off beforehand.

I've fulfilled my part of the bargain.

I'm ready to depart with Brion
and Tara, as promised.

Ultra-Humanite:
You'll get what you're owed

when we are good and ready.

Oh, stop pouting.

So you're not getting the Halo-Girl.

When the time comes, you can have
the Boomtube-Boy to play with.

I don't understand.

We had an arrangement.

There's been a change in plans, my dear.

But don't let it worry you.

I feel a great sympathy
between us, Helga.

You're a mother who knows how
to keep her children in line.

I admire that.

Would you care to see

what we have planned
for this Motherbox-Girl?

I admit, I'm curious.

Excellent. Motherbox, rise.

Overlord.

What... What is this?

This is an X-Pit.

We're safe within the Cube,

which protects us

from the effects
of the Pit's Ghost Dimension.

Said effects are somewhat deleterious

to mind, spirit, and body.

In my proper role as matron
of my master's Orphanage,

I hone his young warriors,
and often use X-Pits

for discipline, correction,

and to prepare a subject's
brain for reprogramming.

It's quite effective...

in the short term.

But only because my children

fear the consequences
of returning to the Pit.

My, uh, dirty little secret

is that the process is flawed
and impermanent.

Free will has not been truly eliminated.

But after seeing a Motherbox

trapped inside this organic form,

I formulated a theory...

There. Do you see?

It's a reflex. She can't help herself.

She's activated her healing aura,

but it doesn't seem to help.

Overlord, do your readings
confirm my suspicions?

Yes.

The Ghost Dimension
has repolarized the power

emanating from
the Motherbox's human flesh.

Meaning what?

Meaning she's the key

to solving the Anti-Life Equation.

I wish Jeff understood.

We were trying to protect him.

We were trying to protect them all.

I know. But...
But what if we were wrong?

Would you want to be protected that way?

I wouldn't need to be.

- Well, maybe they don't either.
- Maybe.

But even the debate

brings the mission to a grinding halt.

So you just decide for everyone?

Wow, that's not patronizing at all.

Barbara, you know
I didn't decide this alone.

The seven of us agreed.

We had to fight fire with fire.

It's true. And I'm not absolving myself.

But have you noticed
your little Illuminati society

is made up entirely of former proteges?

Proteges accustomed to following
your orders without question.

- Diana...
- Is out in space

where she only learns of our activities

as a fait accompli.

- The mission...
- Whose mission, Bruce?

The mission or your mission?

What is this "Anti-Life Equation"?

I'd have thought that obvious.

Life minus free will equals Anti-Life,

but the formula must be tested.

Ultra-Humanite in English:
What just happened?

Another proof.

Clearly, Motherbox is still connected

to the Source of all Life,

but without the unfortunate
technological safeguards Metron

built into all non-organic
Mother and Fatherboxes.

So Halo's organics make her the key

to this "Anti-Life Equation"?

With her connection to the
Source of Life repolarized?

I believe it does.

The Ghost Dimension plus Halo
equals Anti-Life.

But one final test remains.

Do you have truths

you wish to share
with your children, Doctor?

No. I...

Don't be modest, dear.
Spill your secrets.

I... I only wanted to
protect meine Kinder.

For Tara and Brion are mine.

My creations.

After Bedlam abducted the princess

and brought her to my lab,

- No!
- ...I destroyed the old Tara, drowned her.

What emerged was not
the Markovs' human daughter.

No. Tara was reborn as a meta-human.

A meta-human
I had brought into this world.

She was now my daughter.

- Tara!
- No!

But when Baron Bedlam

stole my girl away from me,

I swore revenge upon him,

but need to forge
a new weapon to get it.

Brion is such a sweet boy at heart,

that manipulating him was child's play.

I planted seeds,

subtly leading him to beg
to become a meta.

When he had second thoughts...

No!

...I took the difficult
decision out of his hands...

...and brought my son into this world.

But the Markovs were
hardly my only subjects.

There was also Gabrielle.

After the King
and Queen's assassination,

DeLamb wanted any potential
witness removed.

Gabrielle was sent to me,

but she tested negative
for the meta-gene.

She was useless.

Bedlam's thug wanted to shoot
her, right there in my lab.

But that would've made a mess.

So I put her to sleep
with an overdose of morphine.

It was a lovely surprise

to learn you had survived
to become a meta-human.

I reasoned your genetic test
had produced a false negative

and that the morphine
activated your meta-gene.

I believed with all my heart
that Gabrielle had been reborn

as my daughter, Violet.

Just as Brion had been reborn as my son.

But how was I to stay near you both,

let alone find Tara?

So I seduced Jeff,

used him to reunite with my children.

But, after learning the truth

about Gabrielle and the spirit
of the Motherbox within her,

I began to suspect
Violet might not be my child,

my creation at all.

To be certain, I tested
Violet's hair follicles

and discovered my initial
diagnosis was correct.

Gabrielle never had the meta-gene.

The girl was some kind of sick joke,

a corpse revivified by an alien machine.

And worse, this thing was dating my son.

I had to separate them.

So I lied, telling her she was dying.

Even convincing her not to burden
her friends with her illness.

Anything to keep her dependent on me

and drive a wedge between
this pretender and my boy.

But I knew this subterfuge
couldn't last.

And now that I was
reunited with my children,

I was impatient to create more.

I contacted Ultra-Humanite,

and in exchange for delivering
this Motherbox-Girl up to him,

he agreed to arrange our exit

and set us up somewhere
I could continue my work,

increasing the size of our family.

I'm sorry about the control chips.

But I couldn't take the chance
of losing you again.

In time, I'm sure they'll
no longer be necessary.

Of that, I am now certain.

Overlord, take us back.

Ah, secrets can be such a burden, Helga.

You had to know your words

would make your children
despise you forever,

but you kept right on talking.

I suppose you hate me for that.

Answer truthfully, now.

Yes.

But would you do
absolutely anything for me?

Yes.

Such is the power of the Equation.

The Light may keep its
Starro-tech and control chips.

My Master will have Halo,
and through her, Anti-Life.

Ultra-Humanite:
You have overplayed your hand.

Mmm. I think not.

I think perhaps you have.

We will no longer be controlled.

Take this. Just in case.

Motherbox, protect.

Violet! No!

Tara! Brion! No!

Jeff...

- Please...
- Stop.

You're not sorry either. I'm so gone.

Where's Helga?

Uh, she left a while ago
with Violet and the Markovs.

Yeah, I don't blame her.

Probably didn't want
them to see all this.

Where's Violet? Where's Helga?

We went to a lot

of trouble to place
Tara Markov with the heroes.

There was no way

we would honor Jace's terms,

even in trade for Halo.

But Jace didn't,
and still doesn't, know that.

I gave Tara an antidote chip
before Jace could take her,

so that the Markovs'

could believably break free
on their own,

keeping both exactly where we want them.

Ultra-Humanite:
That may soon be immaterial.

It's no wonder Darkseid
insisted you give him Halo.

The galactic balance of power
will shift irrevocably

once Granny hands over

this living key
to the Anti-Life Equation.

We have to rescue Violet!

But we don't know where she is.

This can't be true.

I am sorry, but it is.

If my control chip hadn't malfunctioned,

Brion and I would never have escaped.

- Helga...
- Jace betrayed you.

Betrayed us all.

I gotta get outta here.

- Jefferson...
- Don't follow me!

Here she is, as promised.

The missing variable
in the Anti-Life Equation.

You'll find her
a very well-behaved child.

Just as I prefer.

You were right about the heroes.

They betray each other at every turn.

They cannot be trusted.

So, what do you need me to do?

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