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SARA: My name is Sara Lance.

Last year, a former Time Master
named Rip Hunter

recruited a team of heroes and villains
to save the world.

And we did. But in the process
we destroyed the Time Masters.

Now we've taken up their mantle

of protecting the timeline
from time criminals.

We are no longer saving the world,
we are saving history.

But don't call us heroes,

we are Legends.

RORY: Previously, on
Legends of Tomorrow...

Heywood. Dr. Nate Heywood.

I need to talk to you about Sara Lance,
Ray Palmer, and the rest of the Legends.

I think they're all in trouble.

I am piloting us on a collision course
with the torpedo.

- Gideon?
- GIDEON: I'm here, Captain.

Where is Captain Hunter?

I would be happy to play
his final message for you all.

Together you are the best crew,

the best team a captain
could ever hope for.

Good luck.

What do you guys say we get out of 1942?

Not until you answer a few questions.

We're the Justice Society of America.

And you're coming with us.

Oh my, God. You're Commander Steel.

Who the hell are you?

Woah! Just relax. We're all friends here.

Rex Tyler told us about the JSA.
You guys are awesome.

Hey. My name is Jax.

Rex never mentioned any of you.

Mind telling us what you were doing
impersonating OSS agents?

It's quite simple, actually.

We were protecting Albert Einstein
from Nazi agents

who were attempting to kidnap him
and force him to build an atomic bomb.

In the future.

Time travel. It's hard to explain.

- You can take all the time you need.
- In custody.

Woah! Take it easy.
Let's talk for a minute.

I mean, after all, your my...

Obsidian! Shut off the lights!

That's pretty neat.

PROFESSOR STEIN: She's trying to kill us.
JAX: No, she's just flirting.

We don't wanna fight!

You win!

You just had to mention time travel,
didn't you?

Yeah, well, at least
he didn't throw the first punch.

I'm perfectly capable
of defending myself, Raymond.

I'm pretty sure that you got knocked out
by a teenager in a star-spangled leotard.

Her name's Stargirl.

Did anybody catch her regular-person name?

I'm surprised
you didn't ask for her number.

So, it's my fault
that we got our asses handed to us?

Look, they're just better coordinated
than us.

- Hey, guys, just listen to me...
- RORY: Pretty, shut up!

If I recall, you were late
coming to the party.

Is that right? How did you see that?

Never laid eyes on them before in my life.

They seemed quite adamant
that they knew you.

Believe me, if I'd met this bunch,

I'm pretty sure I'd remember.

- What do you propose we do with them?
- If I may be so bold, sir,

I say we find the darkest hole
in Leavenworth

and throw away the key.

I say we ship them to the boys
in Bellevue Mental Hospital.

I suppose, before we do anything,
we ought to question them.

RORY: so far up Mr. Goggles' ass?

If we can even manage to get a word in.

I don't understand why
they were tracking us in the first place.

Because they're
the Justice Society of America,

the single greatest secret force
this country has ever known.

If it's so secret,
how do you know about them?

Because his Nazi handlers
have briefed him, no doubt.

Look, I'm not a Nazi. I'm a historian.

Here we go with
the time travel nonsense again.

0-7-0-2-3-3.

- What?
- Those are the numbers on your dog tags.

They're not disclosed on any documents,
military or otherwise.

How do you know that?

You gave these to your wife
after the birth of your son in 1955.

The dent on the front
was from an assassin's bullet

when you saved
President Roosevelt in 1939.

Your son passed them down to his son...

Me.

You're late, Herr Thawne.

You'll find that I have an entirely
different concept of time than most.

Did you locate the item?

It's in Berlin.
The Führer refuses to part with it.

I have something much more valuable
to offer him.

The JSA are basically
a group of super-soldiers.

To win, the Reich will need their own.

This is just a taste.

Enough to dose one person.
Proof of concept.

Give me what I want,

and your Führer will be planting his flag

on the White House lawn
within a matter of months.

Do we have an accord?

PROFESSOR STEIN: Mr. Tyler.

See? Rex Tyler. Told you we knew the guy.

I don't know you. Any of you.

Tell me what the heck is going on here.

- Well, we tried explaining...
- I'm sorry, ma'am.

I was addressing the team leader.

Uh... Oh...

Well, simply put,
we've come here as time travelers

to identify aberrations in history
and correct them.

We're superheroes like you guys.

You think you're just like us?

What are your qualifications?

Well, I used my personal fortune
to create an advanced exo-skeleton

which is powered by a dwarf star alloy.

And I'm nothing like you. I'm a criminal.

Are there any other felons on your team?

- No. No...
- Yes, she's an assassin.

But never convicted, right?

RAY: We're protecting history.
It's pretty important.

In the future, you risk your own life
to save us, Mr. Tyler.

How do you know my name?

Because you told us your name in 2016.

REX: My name is Rex Tyler.

And I'm a member
of the Justice Society of America.

Never heard of 'em, pal.

That's because I'm from 1942.

- The same year in which all of you will...
- Bite the bullet?

So if we don't go back to 1942,
we're safe, right?

Not to be rude, but how do we know
you are who you say you are?

You all have no idea
what you're up against.

If you return to 1942,
the consequences will be catastrophic!

That was weird.

So I crashed your ship,

told you some bunk
about not staying in 1942,

and then I just disappeared?

It was more like... Fritzing out.

You might've been on to something
with that Bellevue idea.

Yes, Mr. President, sir?

FDR? Oh!
Tell him I'm a big fan of the New Deal.

Hey, I'm sorry about earlier. I just...

I never imagined meeting you like this.

I actually never imagined meeting you
at all because you're dead.

I mean, where I come from you're dead.

My dad used to tell me bedtime stories
about you.

All the battles you fought.

You're a hero to me.

I'm a hero to a lot of people.
That's the job.

REX: Of course. All right.
You can count on us, sir.

All right, we have to move out.
Baron Krieger's been spotted in Paris.

If it's permissible, sir,

I'll fly ahead
and record Krieger's movements.

Sensible, as always.

RAY: We could help you out with that.

Fighting Nazis is kind of our thing.

Yeah. Last time we tried,

we ended up at the bottom
of the Atlantic Ocean.

We can handle Adolf's buddies.

I think it's best
for the 20th century if...

For us to leave it?

And that's why you're team leader.

Well, I guess we'll be on our way, then.

Can you believe what we just saw
with our own eyes?

The actual JSA.

And Hourman, that guy is amazing.

Aw... Haircut's in love.

Come on.

Those guys were precise, professional,
in constant agreement.

We can't even agree
on whose turn it is to make dinner.

- Not it!
- JAX: I can't argue with you, man.

- They've got some serious skills.
- Big deal.

Apart from
the fancy headquarters, discipline,

and calls from the White House,

- what do they have that we don't?
- An actual leader.

Rip's gone.

And who knows when
or if we'll ever find him?

In the meantime, we need someone
who can make the tough calls.

Let me guess, you're volunteering?

PROFESSOR STEIN:
With all due respect, Raymond,

I think there's a reason Mr. Tyler
just naturally assumed I was in charge.

Yeah, because Mr. Tyler is from 1942
and you're some old white dude.

"Old" meaning "experienced."

- What about...
- Martin's right.

With Rip gone,
we could use some adult supervision.

Congratulations, Captain.

Well, then.
Thank you all for your support.

Now, I believe our first order of business
concerns Dr. Heywood.

- Is that Grandpa?
- Yeah.

Pictures of him are hard to find.
You just got to know where to look.

Well, that must've been something,
getting the chance to meet him.

You would think so, right? But...

I don't know. It felt empty somehow.

Well, meeting your idols usually does.

Think of it this way,

you are gonna have one hell of a story to
tell your friends when you get back home.

Back home? 2016 back home?

- You can't cut me from the team.
- You're right.

Because you're not a member of it.

And even if you were,
history can be dangerous,

- and it's no place for...
- A historian?

I'm more...

- That's weird.
- It's really not so weird.

You don't have any superpowers.
You don't even have training...

Not that. My grandfather's dog tags,

- they aren't around my neck.
- So?

So, I haven't taken them off
since I was a kid.

They were just here a minute ago,
and now they've...

Vanished.

What does that mean?

That history has changed.

What're you doing?

DR. HEYWOOD:
Reviewing my notes on the JSA.

We have to go back to 1942.

Nate, the JSA was pretty explicit
on us not going back to 1942.

That mission the JSA went on
to track down Baron Krieger in Paris...

They're all going to die there tomorrow.

My grandfather, too.

JAX: This is where the JSA's gonna die?

Not unless we save them.
Including my grandfather.

Well, first we got to find them.

Fortunately, we know they're looking for
a Nazi named Krieger.

A Nazi named Krieger...

Can someone please help me
operate this thing?

- Oh, God.
- Thank you.

Krieger and his men
frequent Folies Bergére.

We find Krieger, we find the JSA.

So how do we sneak into a Nazi nightclub?

I have a plan.

Are any of you familiar with
Max Sulzenfuss,

better known by his stage name,
Max Lorenz?

He was Hitler's favorite singer
and, fortunately,

bears a passing resemblance to moi.

- That was French.
- Hmm.

Grey. You sure about this?

'Cause bluffing at a card game
isn't exactly the same as bluffing Nazis.

You disapprove of my plan?

I'm just saying, we're dropping
into the middle of World War II here,

and you're not exactly
a wartime consigliere.

Let me guess, you are?

Or perhaps you would prefer
the arsonist, the assassin,

or the incredible shrinking man?

I'm just saying, you're smart

and analytical and stuff,
and real deliberate.

But when bullets start flying,
"analytical" is not gonna cut it.

Well, thank you for pointing out
my inadequacies.

- Come on, Grey...
- It's "Captain Grey" now.

Well, I'm glad
it hasn't gone to your head.

SARA: Ouch.

Where'd you get that?

It must've happened when I fell
after my grandfather decked me.

Hey, that fabrication room's pretty cool.

Can it really make clothes from any era?

Yeah, you know, we may not have trophies
or framed letters from former presidents,

but we've got a few cool toys.

Including ingestible translator.

You swallow this, you'll be able to speak
and understand any language spoken to you.

That's cool. But I already speak German,
French, Japanese, Italian and Latin.

What?

You speak six different languages,

you have a tendency to run towards danger,

and you're related to a member of the JSA.

Why did you become a historian?

It's a long story.

Hey, where do I go to get a gun?

You ever shoot someone before?

I mean, I may not be trained
by the League of Assassins,

but I can take care of myself.

Not out here you can't.

Out here, even the strongest
and the bravest of us die.

Like Captain Hunter?

I'm just trying to make sure
you get home safe and sound.

So the lady does have a heart.

SARA: Don't tell anyone.

Excuse me...

The club is closed tonight
for a private function.

Do you have any idea who I am?

I am Max Lorenz.

- Did you say Max Lorenz?
- PROFESSOR STEIN: Yes.

And I have never been treated
with such rudeness.

Of course not.
You're more than welcome here, Herr Max.

Thank you.

Humph.

SARA: No sign of Krieger or the JSA.

Canvas the area and stay on the comms.

I think I've got something.
The lady with the animal powers.

But she looks different.

You mean "hot."

May I?

What are you doing?
I'm on a covert mission.

Not for long.

You and your team are all
24 hours away from being killed.

What are you talking about?

I'm a time traveler, remember?

Something changed in the future
and you all die.

And if we do, how do you know
it's not because of your team?

Hadn't thought of that.

Look who I found.
And she's thrilled we've offered our help.

Herr Lorenz!

I must introduce you
to General Gerd von Rundstedt.

He's a huge fan.

Oh, lovely to meet you, General.

You are Max Lorenz?

Lorenz is well over six feet tall.

My towering voice often causes people
to overestimate my height.

Perhaps you would treat us to a song,
Mr. Lorenz?

Maxie has a concert tomorrow night
and needs to rest his pipes.

I insist, Fraulein.

Und please,

no negro music.

I swear...

- Not worth it.
- It'd be a little worth it.

Heads up. Baron Krieger just arrived.

Is this on?

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

My name is Max Lorenz

and this little waltz
I am about to sing for you

is an original song.

Very popular in Austria.

Where the hills are alive
with the sound of music.

Watch me for the changes
and try to keep up.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

♪ Edelweiss ♪

♪ Edelweiss ♪

♪ Every morning you greet me ♪

♪ Small and white ♪

♪ Clean and bright ♪

♪ You look happy to meet me ♪

No, no, Herr Krieger. Please.

The Askaran Amulet
is not degenerate artwork.

It is a masterpiece.

Which you will help my men transport
to the exchange tomorrow at 10:00.

Refusing would meet
with the Führer's disapproval.

- I know the Baron's plan.
- Let's get out of here.

Hey.

♪ Bless my homeland ♪

♪ Forever ♪

Heil Hitler!

ALL: Heil Hitler!

You did not salute the Führer.

Yeah. Sure, I did.
I'm all about saluting the Führer.

You're lying.

I was watching you the entire time.

You know, I have a little crick in my neck

and it's really hard for me
to straighten my arm.

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

He...

Oh, hell.

Why do you get to punch him?

MAN: Protect Max Lorenz!

What the hell are you doing here?

We came back to...

To rescue you.

If we're meant to be impressed
by all this technology,

it has the opposite effect.

It only makes you
that much more dangerous.

And there is evidence to support that.

But I think what's important now
is for all of us to stop arguing.

- Does your team ever stop arguing?
- Fair point.

SARA: I think what Martin is trying to say

is we're going to help you
whether you like it or not.

You're going after Krieger?
We know where he's going next.

And given the laws of temporal mechanics,

if you die, your grandson ceases to exist.

I don't pretend to understand
any of this "time travel" bunk.

But these fellas do have a Timeship.
Might come in handy.

And having them as our backup might be
the only way to keep them out of trouble.

Let's put it to a vote, then.

The "ayes" have it.

Did your reconnaissance at the club
yield any usable intel?

- I'll need a map of the area.
- GIDEON: Bringing one online now.

- What was that?
- AI.

Talking computer.

- What's a computer?
- There.

The Fontainebleau Forest.

Now, I saw a few of Krieger's men
studying a map of it.

That must be where Krieger's planning
on making the exchange.

Nate overheard Krieger talking about

making a trade for something
called an "Askaran Amulet."

GIDEON: Hitler has long-amassed
ancient artifacts such as this one.

He may want the Amulet because
it conveys some sort of occult power.

Our objective should be
to take out the Baron

and stop this exchange at all costs.

I propose we survey
all military activity in the area

to learn what we're up against.

- We don't have time for that.
- I concur.

We should have both teams gear up

while Dr. Stein and I
finalize the details.

Be ready to go at first light.

How are things with your grandfather?

You know, I think he's avoiding me
for some reason.

It's hard for people
to look at their future.

Maybe.

One of the Nazis at the club had a knife.

Well, that should have
stopped bleeding by now.

I'm just gonna get a new bandage.

To go with your bruise?

Well, you know how fragile
we historians can be.

This isn't fragility.
I know my cuts and bruises.

You're a hemophiliac.

Your blood doesn't clot.
Wounds can't heal.

And if it's bad, you can bleed to death.

Yeah, well,
you don't have to worry about that.

Too late. You could've died tonight.

But I didn't.
In fact, it was the opposite.

I never felt more alive.

Look, when I was five years old,
I cut my knee

and my mother wouldn't let me
out of the house till I was 16.

I'm a grown man.
I can make my own decisions.

- Not on this ship, you can't.
- Sara...

Look, I cannot let you
go out there tomorrow,

knowing that you could get killed.

I have enough deaths
on my conscience as it is.

Look, I know you don't think
I can add anything to this team.

But out there, out there is history,

and nobody knows more about it than me.

But we've been managing
just fine without you.

Mostly fine.

Your suit looks a bit cumbersome.

Oh. Actually, I made it
to fit me perfectly.

It's constructed out of
a proprietary alloy,

and it's been battle-tested quite a bit.

I even wore it in space once.
Personal highlight.

So your superpower is wearing the suit?

Yeah. I guess so.
It's a little more complicated than that.

But, yeah.

You're still mad at me for punching out
that Nazi in the club, huh?

I'm mad because you blew my cover.

I'll never be able to go undercover
in Paris ever again.

Yeah. Sorry. I didn't think about that.

I imagine that's a pattern with you
and your group.

But I can't dwell on it.

Getting stuck on past mistakes only
takes focus off the primary goal at hand.

Well, I got to admit.

Watching your team work
like a well-oiled machine

kind of makes me feel like
I'm doing this whole hero thing all wrong.

If it's any consolation, Dr. Palmer,
you're not really a hero.

We better get ready.

We've spotted the Baron's caravan.
ETA five minutes.

I've got eyes on the Baron.

What the hell is going on down there?

Animal Girl and I are going after Krieger.

In the field, I'm called "Vixen."

Negative, Raymond.
Our target is the convoy.

COMMANDER STEEL: We've got
the convoy covered. Pursue the Baron.

- The mission is the Amulet.
- COMMANDER STEEL: Our mission is Krieger.

We don't have time for this.

Give me a moment.
I need to assess the situation.

Krieger's getting away, man.

What the hell was that?

We're under attack.

RAY: It's Krieger, he's turned into a...
VIXEN: We need backup.

Dr. Palmer? Vixen? Do you read?

Their comms are down.

Oh, my God.

- COMMANDER STEEL: I've got the Amulet.
- Good work.

Dr. Mid-Nite, Stargirl.

Vixen and Dr. Palmer need assistance.

Copy that.
But I think we have a new problem.

Grey, you've got to get them out of there.

I just need a minute.

Come on, Grey! Do something!

Fall back. Get Obsidian.

Mick, lay down fire to cover our retreat.

Now you're talking.

SARA: Mick, come on!

Commander Steel,
do you still have the Amulet?

COMMANDER STEEL:
Yes, sir. En route to your position.

- What about Ray and Amaya?
- You just can't leave them there.

Nor can we engage this super-Nazi.

Not without compiling
more information first.

This is not a science debate, Grey.

Damn it, Jefferson. I know that.

But for now, they're on their own.

I must admit, it's a feat of engineering.

Far beyond anything I have ever seen

or expected from you Americans.

Well, maybe you Germans
should just stick to your luxury cars.

Why should I fear a robot-suit
when I have become the Ubermensch?

You really think a single case
of 'roid rage is gonna win you the war?

Yeah.

Once I have replicated the super-serum
for the entire Wehrmacht.

But you haven't replicated the...

What did you call it? "Super-serum"?

Kind of on the nose.

If all this is just a preamble
to you killing us,

get it over with.

I was hoping to torture you
a little bit first.

But since you're in such a rush,

I will be glad to accommodate you
with your schedule.

Wait, wait. I'm a scientist.

That exo-suit? I invented it.

I can help you with your little
supply and demand problem.

I'll even improve it.

Just don't shoot her.

I hope you are as smart
as you say you are.

For her sake.

You know he's going to kill us both
even if you help him.

I have a plan.

That's what I'm afraid of.

DR. MID-NITE:
We have the Amulet. Now what?

First priority is making sure
Ray and Amaya are alive,

and then getting them out of the bunker
where the Nazis are holding them.

Actually, our first priority
is destroying the Baron

and whatever serum
is making him indestructible.

Perhaps we could propose a trade?
Their lives for the Amulet.

Unfortunately, the Amulet's
not ours to barter with.

We need an extraction plan.

No. We need to eliminate the threat.

Now, Professor Stein, please
tell us what is your plan of action?

How am I supposed to come up with a plan
when I can't even hear myself think?

Would you please all just leave?

I need a moment to collect my thoughts.

What the hell, Grey?

I can practically feel you going crazy
inside my head.

I'm fine, Jefferson.

I'm trying to determine
the best course of action.

I wouldn't believe that even
if we didn't have a psychic connection.

Which, hold on, we do.

I just don't know how
Rip was able to do all this.

So many decisions to make,

consequences to manage,
opinions to consider.

Trying to reach a consensus with
this team is...

Is like something akin to Chaos theory!

JAX: That's the thing, Grey.

We don't need someone to
reach a consensus,

we just need someone
who can call the shots.

Then you should have put a tactician,

not a theoretician, in charge.

You were right, Jefferson.

I'm not a wartime consigliere.

Are they gonna be okay?

They'll live to fight another day.
It's what we do.

I used to fantasize about meeting you.

Trading stories or having a beer.

Or just making eye contact.

I'm sorry. I...

I guess, back at headquarters,

- I was afraid to get too close to you.
- Why?

You're my grandfather.
You're more than that.

You're a hero to me.

I don't want to be anyone's hero.

That look you gave me when we first met,

I've seen it before.

When people look up to me,

decide that they have to
act a certain way,

a way that's likely to get them killed...

I do what I do
so that others don't have to.

So you wouldn't have to.

My whole life, people have been trying to
shield me from the world.

Your son included.

Meanwhile, all I ever wanted to be
was a soldier like you.

It's a parent's job
to protect their child.

But it's a child's obligation to
themselves to live their own life.

You can and should do
whatever you set your mind to.

But you should know,

you don't have to be a soldier
to be a hero.

REX: And we approach from the southwest,

destroy the weapons lab
and the Baron in one move.

Except that the last time we faced him,
he took out both of our teams.

The last time we weren't being
backed by a squadron of B-17s.

Then how do we get Ray and Amaya out
before the bombs start falling?

We don't.

This conflict is bigger
than any one of us.

If it means ending the war one day sooner,

Amaya would happily make that sacrifice.

But she doesn't have to.

Look, I know you and your team think
we're a group of irresponsible losers,

but I know Ray Palmer.

And he has a plan to
get out of that bunker.

- We just need to give him time...
- Which means giving the Nazis time.

I'm calling in the strike.

I can't let you do that.

- You don't have the authority.
- Yes, she does.

Miss Lance speaks for all of us.

I've watched her become the beating heart
and steady hand of this team.

She is the proper person to lead us.

And if she says that
we are going to rescue our people,

that is what we are going to do.

This would go a lot faster
if I wasn't handcuffed.

I mean, what do you think?
I'm gonna escape using a microscope?

Are you going to make more serum,

or is your friend going to die?

First off, it's not a serum.

It's a bio-molecular enhancer.

By the way, who gave you this?

Because, from an engineering standpoint,
it's really rather...

Yes, I can make more.

Ray, don't do it.

Don't help him.

Back to work.

Watch them.

How can you do this?

No member of the JSA
would ever help the Nazis.

Neither would a Legend.

Damn, I really wanted to do it
with just the microscope.

Get the handcuff keys.

Half the stabilizer's damaged.

Suit's not gonna work.

They took my Amulet.

And without it, I'm guessing you're just...

A fifth-degree black belt with
training in edged weapons combat.

Nice, but I think we'll need more
than that to get past super-Krieger.

What are you doing?

Told you I had a plan.

Just to get my hands on this
and enhance it.

But not for them.

I'm not "only a man in a metal suit."

At least, not after this.

Stay back!

We are under attack.

Baron Krieger has ordered us to
transport you to a more secure location.

Who's attacking you?

Sir. The sentries are reporting a man
made of fire flying through the forest.

Lock down the base. Now.

REX: Firestorm is drawing the troops away
from the bunker.

Copy that.
We still need to find Ray and Amaya.

Mick, look out!

RORY: Thanks, Haircut.

I believe this belongs to you.

Steel, Mid-Nite,
we've recovered the rest of the team.

I suggest you save the teary reunion
for later.

Hourman ordered the bombers to strike.

They're five minutes out.

But Herr Krieger is here right now!

Come on, you Nazi bastard.

- Get on!
- What are you doing here?

Saving you! Get on!

REX: Bombing run about to commence.
All points, get clear.

Working on it!

What was that?

He's dead.

You did it. You saved us.

GIDEON: I'm afraid Mr. Heywood's vitals
are dropping.

There's got to be something
on board this tub

to get him back on his feet.

You people are from the future,
for God's sake.

The bomb blast caused massive
internal bleeding.

And because his body
lacks the normal clotting factor,

there's only so much Gideon can do.

Were you two close?

No, not really.

But if it wasn't for Nate,

I'd still be trapped
in the Cretaceous Period,

being chased by a T. Rex.

I'm sorry.

This is our fight, not yours.

- The Nazis are not...
- "Nazis."

Nazis.

You kept the serum?

There may be enough.

I think I can save him. With this.

Is that the Nazi serum that created
that hideous berserker?

- Are you mad?
- I did a little tinkering

- to the formula, so...
- So what will it do now?

With any luck, save his life.

How do we know if it's working?

He's not dead yet, so that's a good sign.

And he's not turning into
a Nazi berserker.

His vitals are improving.

He's stabilizing.

RORY: What'd the Nazis want with
a piece of jewelry, anyway?

No idea.

Hitler is known to be obsessed
with the strange.

We'll keep it safe, in any case.

I guess that's your way of
saying "thanks."

Right. Well, I think it's time
we got out of 1942.

This was fun.

It was unusual.

Hey, I wanted to apologize for
what I said.

About me not being a hero?

You're not a superhero.

But what you did for Nate,

giving him the serum,
giving up your chance at real powers,

that was heroic.

It's about time, Sleeping Beauty.

I was afraid you wouldn't wake up in time
for me to say goodbye.

Here I was afraid
I wasn't going to wake up at all.

I was afraid of that, too.

I'm sorry if I didn't live up

to the version of Commander Steel
you dreamt of meeting.

Nah. I like the real version better.

Well, I'll be damned.

I guess this means
we're both gonna make it.

Not bad for a historian.

Not bad for a hero.

Hello, Rex.

- Who are you?
- We've met before.

Quite a number of times, actually.

In fact, after our last go,
you discovered my plan.

And then traveled through time yourself
to stop the Legends from coming here.

They said I disappeared.

Not "disappeared." No.

Erased from the timeline.

- Like this.
- No!

AMAYA: Rex?

Rex?

Rex. Rex.

Time...

Time traveler.

Rex!