Superman Defeated (latest model)

                                                A Short Day a Long Return

Superman started in horror as the man who identified himself as Lex Luthor walked up to Nikita and tore off her oxygen mask. This time, when submerged inside the phosphorus liquid she would suffocate on what for her might as well be boiling tar.

“No, no please!” Superman cried out suddenly. “Whatever I have done – Whatever I could have done to make an enemy of your person – punish me NOT her. I swear to you, I do not remember you, or what happened between us. But whatever I've done whatever has driven you to do this, I implore you, do not make her suffer for it. She doesn't deserve this. There is nothing she could have done to deserve this. On that I would stake my life.”

“And how can you be so completely certain of that?”

“Because in the 11 weeks since whatever it was happened, she's barely left my side. She has been tireless and endlessly patient with me as I essentially relearned my own life. And she was the first person I saw when I opened my eyes in the jungle. Jeremiah did mention you however. He said you and I have been nemesis since I first came...since I first revealed myself to your world as Superman.” Superman looked down briefly, relieved that he had kept another secret from spilling out of his mouth. “Look, whatever you want from me, you have it. Whatever I have to do, I will DO just stop hurting her.” Superman put his hand to his mouth and bit into his own palm. “You say I'm a monster. Well you haven't said that but you treat me like one. I accept it. I'm not one to lie. Whoever I am, I'm still me and I am not a liar. Whatever you want form me, whatever I did to you or even if I did nothing, don't make her suffer for MY sins. You have no reason to hurt her. And you know that, don't you? She's only here because you knew I cared for her. You dont' have anything against her. Sir, I am actually asking if this is so.” Lex Luthor didn't respond verbally, but casually nodded his head.

“Since I woke up I have learned enough to come to two conclusions. One: I'm alone in the universe. Two: Because of Nikita, I don't feel so alone. I will fight to my last breath for he. If it...” He paused and considered the man in front of him. “Sir, however I have wronged you, do not make her suffer for it. She does not deserve this. You want my surrender, you have it. I will do whatever you ask, I swear it. All I ask is that you let her go free. Luthor, I will BEG for it if needs be.” Catching a look in the man's eyes, Superman actually smiled. That's what you want from me isn't it? To hear me beg you if not for my own life, then for the life of a friend? That's what you wanted from all of this?”

“You really don't remember me do you? And the answer to your question is yes.”

Superman flew over the rampart directly to Lex, his demeanor anything but threatening. “Mr Luthor, I appeal to the humanity I am certain you must have, whatever I did to you, or even if I did nothing, don't make her suffer for it. Take your revenge upon me alone. There must be something that can penetrate my flesh.”

“Short of using Kryptonite on you nothing will. __I take it you don't remember but if I get you around that stuff, a normal medical needle would penetrate your skin. It's also about 30 different kinds of painful for you.”
“Then why do you not...” Superman said, sincerely confused.

“It's not the most accessible substance in the world. Being from 7 galaxies away.

“Find some. I'll happily submit.” Superman pulled himself to his knees but looked steadily at Lex.

“My name is Kal-El of Krypton. I know that much. I speak the truth when I say I do not know anything about you beyond your name. But I swear to you on anything that would matter – I AM Defeated. There is only one thing that can make this bearable. And that is if I could by this act save the life of a friend.”

“It will, if you tell me why you speak of her with such passionate conviction.”

“There is nothing she could have done to deserve this. On that I would stake my life. Whatever I have to do, I will do. Just PLEASE stop hurting her.” Superman bit into his own palm. “You're saying I'm a monster. Well you haven't said that but you treat me like one. So be it. Whatever I did to you, or even if I did nothing and you just hate me, take your revenge on me alone. You don't have anything against HER do you? She is just a means by which to get what you want from me. The most efficient way you knew to bend me to your will.” Lex Luthor gave a look. “What I mean is, you have no reason to wish her harm?”

Lex did not verbally respond at first. “No.” He said finally.

“Then you can let her go. You have me.” Superman fell to his knees, bracing himself on his left wrist as he did so. With his eyes firmly to the ground, he changed the world. “Nikita...” He turned his head away, as if trying to avoid some terrible sight. “...is precious to me. She's more dear to me than I would have thought possible. Spare her life. Let her go free. I beg of you.”

 Lex Luthor gazed down at him, unable to keep the look of delighted shock from his face. 

The Truest Sacrifice

Opening with  a question for my readers. Please put these five tidbits in the order you read them as happening.

“Sir, for reasons I can't quite explain, she is precious to me. And if there is ONE truth of which I need no convincing, it's that she is innocent. I swear on my life if you hurt her my restraint will go out the window. But if you spare her, then you can do whatever you want with me__in payment of that debt.”

“You say it's been 11 weeks. You must have known her from before.”

“I did. I remember that she is tireless and endlessly patient. Something she's shown relentlessly these past 11 weeks. I could say I love her but it's a different kind of love.”

“Like you said, she is precious to you. She means the world to you. The most important person in your life doesn't have to be a romantic partner. If you know where 'home' is for her, take her there. And then report back here to me.”

“My first command to you my prize is to break the claw holding your friend over the vat of poison and fly her to safety.”

Superman slowly stood and wordlessly flew over to Nikita. Wrapping his arm around her waist to support her, he broke the metal arm that held her. He carried her gently to the farthest corner of the room. “Thank you.” He said looking to Luthor with sincere respect. “I guess from here on I call you master.”

Superman, there are a few thing I want to be absolutely clear on. I will humiliate you almost every chance I get. I will talk down to you as a matter of course. But I am not interested in hurting you. Anyone else either for that matter. I will always be willing to hurt people to attain what I want. But the people of this city need protecting. And when it comes down to it, this city needs Superman. So help them. Give them hope. Stop bank robbers, fix flat tires. Be the hero this city needs you to be. The hero the people KNOW you to be. But when I call you back to the mansion, you will drop everything else and fly back here. As far as you are concerned, you are my respectable slave. And believe me when I tell you, I will never let you forget that you chose to be my slave.”

“Yes Master.” Superman replied.

...Superman is with Lex here. It has been several days at least since he had made his pledge, arrived at the mansion and Nikita was returned home. So I guess this bit would go last.

Where is home for Nikita anyway?” Lex asked casually.

“She works at a place called the D.E.O. She has living quarters there as well.”

“And you dropped her off to stay with her friends?”

“Yes. Hank will take care of her. He has for more than 8 years now.” Lex gave a look. “A lot of my memory has returned Master. A man named Hank Henshaw has cared for Nikita -- Taken responsibility for her -- for years. She could not be in better hands.”

 “You are...an extra-ordinary individual.”

“Yes I am. Although I never expected to hear that from you.”

“Most people wear a mask of some sort and suffer behind it. They either delude themselves into thinking they are other than what they are or simply don't understand themselves at all. Looking everywhere else to find out who they are. It's one of the few impressions I have from before. You know and embrace exactly who and what you are. Which from my understanding is a rare thing for, I forgive this...your people. Seriously the only other person I know who is so completely self-aware and so completely accepting of who they are...is right here. Although she's a little quieter about it.”

“Heh, I can see why you think so highly of her.”

“Lex, Mr. Luthor, I am sorry but I have to ask...” Superman didn't finish his sentence.

“When she wakes up you can fly her out of here. In fact I'm not sure why she isn't waking up.”

“36 hours.”

“I'm sorry what?”

“36 hours is important to her." Superman said more slowly. "And 5 out of every 36 hours. It's unique to her people. I'm not sure what...or why.” Lex put his hand over his mouth. “Why is that funny?!”

Lex waved his hand dismissively. "It isn't funny Superman, it's AM-azing. 36 hours must be in reference to her Xavallen physiology. Her circadian rhythms are based on a 36 hour cycle not a 24 hour cycle and she falls asleep for 5 hours out of every 36 hour cycle. Apparently far deeper than human REM sleep. Superman, you don't have to worry about her. If I'm right about this, and I have to believe that I am, she's not passed out from the pain, she's literally asleep!”

“Then she'll wake up the instant her 5 hour hibernation is over.”

Lex Luthor actually checked his watch. “Which should be in a little more than an hour. So get her out of here. Fly her to wherever she feels at home. But Superman. I have one question before you fly away.”

“Then ask it. I owe you at least that much.”

Lex Luthor opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and closed it again. “Never-mind. It's not important.”

So far this is literally just 5 different ways to say the exact same thing. A bit of a testing poll for my audience and a way for me to connect to my readers.  The second poll is to put the five small paragraphs in the order that makes sense to you and message me your answer.

“No, no please. Whatever I have done, whatever I could have done to make you my enemy, punish me, not her! You treat me as your enemy and that's okay, that's fine. But whatever I am, whatever I have done to make you my enemy do not make her suffer for it. She doesn't deserve this. There is nothing she could have done to deserve this. On that I would stake my life if I could. Whatever I have to do, I will do it. Just stop hurting her!” Superman bit into his own palm. “You say I'm a monster. Well you haven't said that but you treat me like one. And I accept it. Whatever you want from me, whatever I did to you or even if I did nothing, don't make her suffer for MY sins. Take your revenge on me alone. There must be something that can penetrate my iron flesh. I'll happily submit.” Lex Luthor raised an eyebrow. “You don't have anything against her do you? She is just a means to get what you want from me, to bend me to your will. I mean, you have no reason to wish her harm, do you?” Lex Luthor did not verbally respond, but casually nodded his head. “Then you can let her go. You have me.” He fell to his knees, bracing himself on his left wrist as he did so. Keeping his eyes to the ground, he changed the world. “You wanted my surrender, you have it. I will do whatever you you ask, I swear it. All I ask is that you let her go free. I will beg for it if needs be.” Catching a look in the man's eyes, Superman actually smiled. “That's what you want from all of this, isn't it? To hear me beg you...if not for my own life then for the life of a friend.” Superman let himself fall even further to his knees and put his head to the floor in front of a rather pleasant looking Lex Luthor. “My name is Kal-El of Krypton. I swear to you, on anything that would matter, I Am Defeated. There is only one thing I ask. There is only one...mercy I can think of that would make this bearable. And that I if I could save the life of a friend. He turned his head to the side as if to avoid a terrible sight. “Nikita is precious to me. And she is innocent. Spare her life. Let her go free. I beg of you.” He looked at Nikita with something between love and resolve. And to Lex's lasting astonishment Superman bowed his head to the ground, his forehead resting on his wrists. “Mr. Luthor I...I am Defeated before you. But Nikita has done nothing to deserve your wrath. Spare her life. Let her go free. I BEG of you.”

No, no please. Whatever I have done, whatever I could have done to make you my enemy, punish me not her! You treat me as your enemy. And that's okay, that's fine. But whatever I am, whatever I could have done to make you my enemy, do not make her Suffer for it. She doesn't deserve this. There is nothing she could have done to deserve this! On that I would stake my life if I could. Whatever I have to do to make this right, I will do it. Just stop hurting her!” Superman put his hand to his mouth and bit into his own palm. “You say I'm a monster. Well you haven't said that but you treat me like one. And I accept it. I'm not lying to you! I don't know why you hate me. Min Gud I barely know who I am. Whatever you want from me, whatever I did to you or even if I did nothing, don't make her suffer for my sins. Take your revenge on me alone. There must be something that can penetrate my iron flesh. I'll happily submit.” Lex Luthor raised an eyebrow. “You don't have anything against her, do you? I mean, she is just a means to get what you want from me. You have no reason to hurt her?” Lex didn't verbally respond but casually nodded his head. “Then let her go. You have me.” He let himself fall to his knees, bracing himself on his left wrist as he did so. Keeping his head down and his eyes to the ground. He changed the world. ”You wanted my surrender; you have it. I'll do whatever you ask, I swear it. Mr. Luthor, I implore you, take your revenge upon me alone. Don't punish anyone else. I'll do whatever you ask I swear it. Just stop hurting her!”

____ “There must be something that can penetrate my iron skin. I'll happily submit.” Lex Luthor raised an eyebrow. Superman steadily returned his gaze. “That's what you're after isn't it? You want my surrender, my...Submission. You have it.” Superman flew up to Lex Luthor and placed himself firmly on the ground at his feet. “Whatever you want from me, whatever I did to you, or even if I did nothing and you just hate me, take your revenge upon me alone.”

“That is...a most interesting proposition. However short of using Kryptonite on you__nothing will. I get you around that stuff and a normal medical needle would penetrate your skin. It's also about 30 different kinds of painful for you.”

“Then why do you not...”

“It is not the most accessible substance Superman. Being from seven galaxies away.”

“Krypton-ite. That makes sense I suppose.”

“Say it again Superman. What you said before. Say it again.”

“Mr. Luthor, I'll do whatever you want; I SWEAR it. Whatever you want from me take it from me. All I ask is that you let her go.” Superman reached up and clutched Lex's hand, almost desperately. “Please Mr. Luthor, spare her. I BEG of you.”

Typical DEO Day

 Latest story idea: two friends who are a couple visit Nikita on what turns out to be the third anniversary of her adopted father's death. She doesn't want a big gathering like a funeral, but a wake was described to her as 'a big party, designed to give the departed a jolly send off. Which didn't sound right to her either. They decide to have an Irish wake. Which Lena describes as away to memorialize the dead and celebrate life at the same time. 3 glasses of Irish Whiskey are raised in a toast and Nikita says in her native tongue: A Chairde, a Theaghlaigh, a Dhia, cibé duine é sin. To Friends, to Family, to God, whoever that may be.

Nikita, an officer at the department of extra-normal operations detects a ship making a flyby and searches her own book-marked memories to identify the design. Winn Schott is looking at her mesmerized.

Nikita: We are about to have a flyby from some friendly visitors. Still not sure if they have any particular interest in us.

J'onn Jo'nzz: Who exactly are they?
Nikita: Phorians. (she smiles faintly.) I'm sorry the similarity between 'Phorian' and 'Euphorian' always makes me laugh.
Winn Schott: And why is that exactly? (He thinks she's referring to the feeling of euphoria being somehow connected to the Phorian race)

Nikita: The Euphorians are cousins to my own race.
Winn Schott: (considers) Good reason.

אישה, תעלה

Isha- ta ale

'ayatuha almar'atu, qum

woman, rise

איזה בית נהדר

Asa bite meh-he dal

quelle belle maison

What great house

My Most Helpful Reviews

Some of my most helpful reviews. These are the ones where my unique approach and history gives insight, raises and hopefully answers questions most people wouldn't consider. There is a side benefit of helping people better understand my favorite shows and all of that, as well as me being able to geek out on my favorite shows. But it is a side benefit.

The Pretender: Parole (1998) season 3 episode 6

Jarrod learns something worth knowing

Jarrod's chosen disguise clashes with his actual innocence. Even people who have never been to a strip joint before still know what one is. And Jarrod's 'pretend' here is as an ex-convict. The kind of guy who would love a place like that. It's the best dialogue relating to his guilelessness and inexperience ever. But what he learns is about Sydney. For the past 2 years Sidney has been forced to be repressive fo his parental feelings concerning Jarrod. His work requires an objectivity of course but the more he let himself feel responsible for Jarrod's upbringing the more guilt he would feel about letting Jarrod go through what he did all those years. To the point of actually lying to Jarrod a year earlier and denying he ever even entertained the thought of being like a father to him. Sydney meets the boy who actually is his son. But grew up with another father. The kid finds out it completely the wrong way. And Sidney's speech to the son to the effect of " the man who raised you was always being there for you, loves you as much as if he'd given you life" is heart-warming and amazing. Nicholas asks him if he ever felt that way about anyone and after a brief pause Sidney admits that he did once. A child, long ago. And Jarrod hears him! The way Jarrod feels about Sidney has always been clear as day. And now Jarrod is finally in on the fact that Sidney does in fact have the same familial feelings. Even if he is forced to be repressive of them. It was pretty glorious.

The Pretender: Road Trip (1999) season 4 episode 5

Incredible camaraderie exceptional acting

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Speaking of the Wizard of Oz plot line it was a beautiful romp with all three of the main characters from the center perfectly happy to be following Jarrod's clues and jumping through his hoops. Despite her complaining Ms Parker seems to trust that whatever they will find at the end of this yellow brick road will be worth the mystery. And Sidney seems more than a little amused as he goes running around like rats in a maze. Like literally he calls it that and it doesn't bother him at all. Maybe he feels that he owes Jarrod this after keeping so many things secret for so many years. They are the 3 musketeers and it's beautiful. I didn't know the actress to play Zoe from anything. She was probably a major name as a female actress at the time as well as a bombshell. Also the one time Jarrod assumes something other than the best about someone he is 100% wrong and you can see real regret in his eyes. He's always really good at reading emotional cues and micro-expressions but the one time he makes a conclusion based solely on the facts and the evidence- rather than the person - right in front of his face he is seriously almost disastrously wrong. But Zoe and Jarrod are each-other first honest and deeply committed relationship. Again: Stellar!

The Flash:Armageddon, Part 1 (2021) season 8 episode 1

It's not an 'Error' It's a hint

I'm starting to think people are idiots. The history of the Royal Flush gang doesn't line up with season one, because it's not supposed to. It's a hint or a fore-shadowing that the timeline is different. And it is a hint that things are screwed up more than would seem at first blush. But also a hint about more than the fact that Joe is dead and the Reverse-Flashpoint is going on. In the first episode after the Armageddon arc Bart and XS go back in time and change the history of the Royal Flush gang so that they showed up when Barry was still in his coma. In this episode people are already living in that altered timeline. Also ever since Crisis on Infinite Earths they are living in a different timeline than the first 5 seasons anyway. Earth Prime is a post Crisis timeline with old world and new world differences. Season by season continuity is 'insufferably inconsistent'...because the timeline has undergone two major overhauls and been mildly changed twice. Ray Palmer shows up mostly to show that Brandon Routh didn't completely fall off the Arrow-verse map when he left the Legends. Which is nice to know.
When Sarah and Ray left Arrow during season 4, it was easy to think they were no longer part of the show. Then in season 5 we learn "oh they've been having thier own adventures." Ray was here to prove that didn't happen. The inter-connectivity of these episodes, that is the connection and tying things together in a way that makes sense is actually pretty strong. Despite the Arrow verse being mostly shut down. It's nice to know leaving the show isn't leaving the franchise. And for never having been a member of Team Flash, Ray has always been one of Barry's closest friends and allies. Ultimately this entire arc proves one thing: that the Arrow-verse shrank...but is not gone. And some people display their ignorance when shredding the Flash for it's 'simplicity'.

Superman & Lois: Fail Safe (2021)

Knowing Supergirl season 1 makes this even Better

There is something in this episode that I didn't see for YEARS. And now that I do of course it drowns everything else out for me. Knowledge of the first 2 seasons of Supergirl usually helps deepen the appreciation for this show. And having something so closely-related to compare it to helps you notice things you otherwise would miss or dis-miss. This episode most especially. I have seen this episode over a dozen times and always a little annoyed that Clark didn't notice something was going on with Tal when he was in the cell. Tal started rubbing his head, looking increasingly tired, as a result of having 'voices in his head', but Clark didn't' seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. Surely Clark wasn't so preoccupied to miss what was right in front of his face. Mentally and out of pure boredom I started comparing Tal Rho's cell to General Astra's in season one of Supergirl, under Glenn Moshower's General Lane and a cathedral size bell went off in my head: Clark noticed his distress it but attributed it to the Green Kryptonite. I always assumed it was the rather intense 'training' he'd learned from Zeta that let Tal sit there without caring much for getting sick. I mean that stuff would make either of them sick and no matter how much of a disaffected soldier Zeta had trained Tal-Rho to be, he couldn't cure him of his bodies reaction to radioactive pieces of their home-world. So when Clark sees Tal shaking and his nerves getting frayed, he's not surprised at all. But neither has he any reason to think anything is going on that wouldn't be explained by sitting in a cell surrounded by a Kryptonians only poison. Rather is a lot of build-up not none of it is rushed, forced or tedious. Nothing feels boring and no time feels wasted. It really is a well- paced episode with a slow build up to whatever is coming next. All told this is a strong 'pause before the final bout' kind of episode. As much so if not more so than “A Brief Reminisce before Cataclysmic Events' a couple episodes ago. An episode whose actual title references how much of a calm before the storm it is.

The Flash: Success Is Assured (2020)

Why are people hung up on Nash?

Nash Wells is not wearing anything to hide his face in a police station full of cops. But the original Harrison Wells was a confessed murderer for killing Barry's mother. Barry himself is standing next to Nash perfectly at ease. If this was the man who killed his mother, he'd have his hand around the guy's throat. Also, he has a Wells face. But everything else about him screams Indiana Jones, not an academic in the first place. And certainly not a guy in a wheelchair who accidentally blew a hole in Central City years ago. Another cool thing in the episode is Nash doing his second best if not his absolute best channeling of Harry Wells. Getting a rise out of Barry to get him to stop feeling sorry for himself a couple of episodes ago/trying to get him forgive himself. And Nash is a channel for Harry in a way because he has Harry and Sherloque in his head literally telling him they are shocked Allen is even considering the deal fake-Singh offered. Nash is then able to give Barry some much needed perspective on what the result would be if he DID take the deal. Even if it was for absolutely PERFECT reasons, it wouldn't have worked out like he planned. "I understand where you're coming from. But if you go *this* far to bring her back, Iris won't forgive you. And you will have gained nothing." Only Harry Wells and Oliver were this much of a mentor to him, on equal footing. And now with Harry in his ear, Nash can be that.

Smallville: Finale (2011)

Beautiful and not as confusing as people think

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One of the most talked about and obvious errors in the episode is how Johnathan can be there, able to make physical contact with Martha who doesn't think anything of it. This is never addressed in the episode. But there is an explanation: Brainiac-5. Back in season 5 the evil Brainiac tried to convince Clark to kill Lionel by pretending to be Johnathan Kent. He could physically interact with everyone. Earlier in this season we saw Brainiac, the Brain Interactive Construct as he was intended to be: a much kinder, update of himself called Brainiac-5. In the episode Homecoming he taught Clark to stop being afraid, stop punishing himself and everyone around him for past mistakes and to embrace his future. And Martha doesn't say anything about it because she's used to the craziness by now. Everyone seems fixated on how Johnathan could be back from the dead and Clark's wedding and a room full of people not notice, but that's just it: there's nothing to say anyone except Clark and Martha can even see him. Martha is there and when 'Johnathan' interacts with them, you can kind of see that he's just being there for his friends and recognizing the importance of this moment...but not sharing it.

Anything I know about Brainiac-5 outside of Smallville is Querl Dox/Brainy/Brainiac-5 from Supergirl. This version of 'Johnathan' actually reminds me a little bit of him. The hesitation in putting his hand on Martha's shoulder in the barn. Knowing it would be comforting but worried about over-stepping. I mean obviously Supergirl hadn't been written yet, but it makes a certain sense after season 5. The evil Brainiac once impersonated Johnathan to convince Clark to kill Lionel. So why wouldn't the more benign, supportive Brainiac 5 we saw earlier in this season take Johnathan's form trying to give Clark a gift? To Have Johnathan there in some form for a moment as important as the wedding? Johnathan does seem to be talking about himself a step-removed here, like he hesitates to refer to himself as Clark's father. Also, over the course of 5 years Johnathan never had so little reluctance in referring to Jor'el as Clark's father. It really sounded like this was coming from someone who knew and understood Jor'el, like J'onn Jo'nzz or someone from Krypton.
Lex and Tess acting the way they do, Tess being all alone and never sharing screen time with anyone but Lex was inconvenient and trying, but unavoidable. Cassidy Freeman wasn't on set with anyone else. Everything felt if not particularly rushed, more grand, fantastical and sweeping than anything that had come before it. And everything did happen pretty much at once. Which jarred me a little but it was a pretty adrenaline-filled explosive season finale and that fast pace and 'no time' feeling probably was what they were actually going for. Annoying as it was, I think it kind of fit. Also I saw Crisis on Infinite Earths of the CW Arrow-verse, in which Tom Welling reprises this role before I actually saw this final season. I wondered why Clark seemed perfectly cool with Lex being president, given how much of a monster Lex has been since season 6. Clark was so cool with it because Lex didn't remember any of this. He was no longer the monster we've come to know over the past few seasons and might have been just a normal politician. He had truly been freed from the shackles of being first raised, then confused and angered by Lionel as well as his feelings of betrayal with Clark's secrets and presumption. In season 5 as he explains in season six's Nemesis he got sick of Clark always having judgment on speed-dial, assuming the worst of him. And now he doesn't have to deal with what he perceived as a knife in his back and the loss of his best friend. Which gives more weight and certainty to Tess' final act. Tess didn't exactly redeem him. But she gave Lex a second chance and the rest of the world (unknown to the world) a brighter future. Which apparently held 20 years later when Supergirl's Lex showed up. And Tom Welling's Clark mentioned Lex was president. And seemed 1,000% cool about it.

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine: Hippocratic Oath season 4 episode 3

Makes more sense when you ask different questions

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Among Star Trek fans this episode serves to empathize the difference between Doctor Bashir and O'Brien's approaches. Frequently the only question stemming from it is whether O'Brien was justified in doing what he did at the end.

Having learned a thing or two about TNG O'Brien since first watching the episode I know his straight-forward 'he's the enemy' perspective actually is true to the character. And personally I love every moment Julian learns another way in which the Jem'Hadar leader is different and this is something he wholeheartedly believes in and could follow. What makes everything work in the end, even after O'Brien destroys his research forcing his escape is the moment he tells Bashir why he did it. It wasn't because he wanted the Jem'Hadar to die or because he was a solider. It was because it was the only way he knew to save Julian's life. He flat out says that "Whatever else you may think of me or what I did; I hope you understand that." Which clears the air and makes forgetting this 'overstep' not only possible but the most natural thing in the world.

I was always with Bashir and O'Brien's stance always seemed unnatural to me. If his attitude here throws you for as much fo a loop, watch the season 4 TNG episode 'The Wounded'. O'Brien is a solider who has seen war and sees things with the simplicity of a solider. Adding all this together and the entire episode is superbly crafted and deeply awesome.

Smallville:Cure (2007) season 7 episode 4.

Vandal Savage aka Jeremiah Danvers

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After watching Legends of Tomorrow I learned that Curtis Knox was a name assumed by immortal madman Vandal Savage, and is one of his more popular aliases. I assume that's who Dean Cain is here: the Smallville version of that minor DC villain. But what's kind of cool is the connection to a future series. In Supergirl Dean Cain stars as Kara Danvers/Kara Zor-el's adopted father Jeremiah, a recurring character. As well as far more obviously starring in Lois and Clark new adventures of Superman in the 90's. And apparently it's a continuing trend. Teri Hatcher also stars in a few episodes of Supergirl and one episode of Smallville. But while Dean Cain's character is far less likable here, compared to the others he plays in Superman productions, he shines MORE as an actor. Bringing a humanity and an emotionalism to someone who until the very end is a single-minded mad scientist type of character. That it's hard to imagine he feels anything except the need to never be alone again.

Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016)

I don't understand how blind people are

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The only convoluted parts of this movie are Lex Luthor's plan and why the world suddenly hates Superman. As far as Why Bruce is so relentlessly pursuing Superman and why 'Save Martha' actually pulls him back, they could not have set it up more clearly. And I realize a lot of Batman fans were disgusted/surprised at this version of Batman but they do explain his character perfectly: this is world weary, Robinless Joker beaten Batman who has almost given up on hope for the world. He spells out his motivations to Alfred "He has the power to make anything happen and if we believe there is even a 1% chance that he is our enemy He sees this alien as another freak in a costume. He even tells Superman while he's punching his face repeatedly "You were never a God, you were never even a man." Batman does not spare Superman because thier mother's share the same name. Batman didn't even know 'Martha' was Supes mother's name at first. But Superman asking Batman to save someone else was enough to make him pause and consider that this evil alien cares about people, cares about someone more than his own life. And then Lois comes in and tells him "It's his mother's name." Bruce realizes Superman has a human family, has a life, IS a good man he almost murdered. He finally realizes that "How many good guys are left, how many stayed that way" is a question he should have been asking about himself all along. It's a line straight out of Aaron Eckhart's Harvey Dent :You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. Setting up both his mission and his attitude for the next movie.
This is not "Batman" anymore. This is not Superman *yet*. I'm wondering why it's so hard for people to stop, look at the film and realize this. Superman is a new born superhero. People call it unrealistic or something that neither hero reacts how they would in thier prime. Neither hero IS in thier prime. “Batman hates Superman for clear obvious reasons but Superman has no reason to hate Batman” ?? Clark Kent has a pretty clear reason for hating or at least mistrusting a vigilante who tramples on the law and civil liberties. People see this movie fail thier own expectations and in so doing, completely fail to see this movie in the context of this universe. Where honestly their expectations do not and should not apply.

My personal reflections on part 2, on the Arrow portion of the Elseworlds crossover.

Not a review on the episode. I took the time to think long and hard on one single aspect of this episode to the exclusion of literally everything else contained within part 2 of a 3 part crossover called Elseworlds.

In part one Oliver wakes up with his own face but living Barry's life and with the Flash's speed. Barry wakes up in the bunker sparring with John Diggle who calls him 'Oliver'. They have a town mouse country-mouse thing going on and when they are unable to convince Barry's friends that they are not crazy that they actually have switched places, they breach over to Earth-38 to talk to Supergirl. Their reality and their timeline has been altered. But Earth-38 is a different timeline, so maybe she'll recognize them as who they truly are. She does, we see Clark and Lois for the first time. Barry, Clark, Oliver and Supergirl go back over to Earth1 to stop a giant robot who can mimic any and all meta-human abilities. Then they learn that whoever shifted reality like this is on their way to Gotham. Open part 2.

Arrow: Elseworlds, Part 2 (2018)

Fun call backs with exceptional grounding

Okay so when I saw this I hadn't gotten far into season 6 of Arrow yet. I was just watching it as part of the Elseworlds crossover. And I have to say this episode was far more than a harbinger for Crisis. There has always been a draw back or an impediment to Barry and Oliver's relationship, rather something Oliver just never quite seemed to grasp before: Barry's attitude is a rejection of his circumstances, a refusal to live in darkness, not an absence of difficult circumstances or things to take seriously. Going all the way back to when Barry first showed up in Starling City, Oliver always dismissed Barry as someone who could afford to be all happy and gay because he never had anything that could bring him down. And while Oliver had walked in Barry's physical shoes in the Flash portion of the crossover, that probably only reinforced his belief that Barry's life is a sappy, emotional and smooth ride compared to his own. Now, walking a bit in Barry's Mental shoes, seeing Reverse Flash shred Flash for 'being so weak you couldn't stop me from killing your mom' Oliver FINALLY gets that Barry could have been dragged down, easily and simply didn't let himself be dragged down into this darkness. He'd met Thawne briefly, fought against him at the end of Flash season 1 but never really understood who Thawne was to Barry. He'd heard, once that Barry was stuck in some personal issues, but naturally he'd had his own. And to hear Oliver actually validate him, rather than simply support him was probably the height of glory for Barry. The big surprise occurred when Oliver, Kara and our Barry face Mar Novu. The Green Arrow (actually Barry) yells at the Monitor “by giving a nutbar an all-powerful, reality rewriting book!' and I could SWEAR that was Roy Harper speaking. Someone we hadn't seen since near the end of season 3 of Arrow. Someone who was at Oliver's side for 2 years and had donned the hood himself. Plus there was a second moment of Barry being the all-knowing mentor in the relationship. Which is always completely awesome to see.

A Special Honor

Jeremiah smiled as he watched realization spread over the director's face. The quarry they'd been hunting came out of the brush and tackled the man named Hank Henshaw. The director lay stunned on the ground. The alien was only slightly taller than Jeremiah himself with lime-green skin and black body armor.

Jeremiah watched the stranger, keeping his hands visible and still. The alien walked up to Jeremiah, silently and steadily. “Please wait.” Nikita whispered urgently. “I know you have no reason to trust me, but please hear me out. My name is Nikita, my people are low-level empaths; a skill director Henshaw used to his advantage. I tracked you here. I didn't have a choice and I will do what I can to keep you safe, and undo whatever damage I have caused. Jeremiah is no threat to you and, despite the uniform, is no more a willing part of this than I am. Tie his hands if it makes sense, if you need to be certain he cannot fight you but Please don't hurt him.”

“Is this true?” The alien spoke, in a gravelly voice, his eyes focused on the man in front of him.

Jeremiah's voice was soft but steady. “I work for an agency called the DEO. Our job is to protect Earth from alien threats. Hank Henshaw was my immediate superior...and a blind fool. I swear I would not hurt anyone who wasn't trying to hurt others. And the DEO honestly believed you were a threat.”

“Get out of here.” The alien said, to Nikita. “I want nothing from you. You have no reason to listen to them anymore. So, don't.”

“If you take Jeremiah with you,I'm coming too.” Nikita said firmly. “He and I have each-other's backs. Henshaw brought the two of us with him because he saw how unswervingly, almost recklessly we defend each-other. To be clear, I was not assigned to protect him, I do so freely. I made my choice almost seven months ago now: I will not leave his side.”

“Nikita I...” Jeremiah began shakily.

“You have great regard for your...caretakers, here.”

“I have great regard for all sentient life and so does he.” Nikita slowed her speech down and looked sidelong at her friend. “My being an empath is what makes me a good field asset; not that I now general patterns of individual races but that I can sense their intent and what comes naturally, instinctively to them. Whatever he,” she gestured to the alien “thinks of us is, well, not something I could find out if I wanted to. But regardless, he is closer to being a protector than an assassin. We are safe with him.”

“You sound as if this surprises you?” The man said coolly.

“Henshaw said you were a martian. The only martian I ever met, the only kind I ever heard of did not look or act very much like you...AT ALL.”

“He must have been a white.” The alien said, with only the slightest hint of sorrow in his voice.

“And your people—We should get out of here.” Jeremiah looked up sharply. “There was a second Thera...support team. More for protecting us than anything to do with our...Target. We should find some deeper cover. After this creep, this, I'm actually going to use the word Kreec-ta gives up the chase, we can each leave all of this behind.”

“Do I want to know what that means?” Jeremiah inquired.

“I basically just called our boss an ignorant, arrogant asshole.”

“You'll get no argument from me.” Jeremiah said flatly. He walked up to the martian and said his peace. “Nikita trusts you. If for no other reason than that, so do I. I'm Jeremiah Danvers, you can consider me a friend.” He extended his right hand. “It's a greeting, and a sign of trust.” He explained simply.

“I am...J'onn J'onzz.” The warrior replied as he accepted the handshake.

Twenty minutes later Nikita woke up in a strange house with a stranger host. Jeremiah Danvers was no where to be found. And Hank Henshaw, as she knew him, was on his way to retrieve her.

Around 3 in the afternoon Jeremiah Danvers rested comfortably in the arms of Superman. Clark was holding him loosely but firmly as they moved through the air toward the DEO.

“Are you alright?” Clark asked as he slowed himself down.

“I never thought I'd be back here again. I'm not sure what to expect.”

“There's nothing I could say that could sufficiently prepare you for this place, so I won't even try.” Kal replied. “If I'm going to help at all I should say that J'onn will probably be the first person you see and you will be welcomed here by him; he's director now.”

“Okay an alien in charge of the DEO when did that happen. More accurately: how?”

“Martians are shape-shifters...he looks human now.”

“That would explain it.”

They touched down on the balcony on the next to highest floor. They clearly were not expected. A young agent, the equivalent in experience to a Air Force lieutenant walked up with his hand on his gun. A dark haired, pale-faced young man standing beside him simply smiled and waved with his left hand. “Superman, good to see you again. Who's your friend?”

“Winn, find director J'onzz have him meet us in the conference room.”

“That won't be necessary.” Came the smooth calm voice that resonated from a man known to most as Director J'onn J'onzz. “I think I...” His gaze met that of Jeremiah Danvers. J'onn did not say anything more for several seconds; neither did anyone else.

“J'onn, is that you?” Jeremiah finally breathed.

“I think we need to go up to the conference room. We have A-Lot to talk about.”

Kal-el, J'onn J'onzz Nikita and Jeremiah Danvers all gathered in the situation room overlooking the main operations center of the building. For a moment no one said anything.

“Someone should say something before even Kal ages.” Nikita prompted.

“Jeremiah...I never thought I'd see you again...I thought you were dead.”

“Apparently you're a little too good at wearing his skin. I let people think I died...so Hank Henshaw wouldn't come after me. I have an apology to make you, Nikita...not sure how to start.”

“For believing I was dead? We're both guilty on that one.”

“For assuming you were better off believing I was dead. For assuming you were out there alone and wandering, better off than you would be with me...for never telling anyone you existed.”

“If you didn't know I was here why come back?” Understanding flickered across her face. “Clark overheard the two of us talking and brought you back here to clear things up. You didn't know where I was until today...and you thought Henshaw was still in charge of this place.”

“I have to admit I'm more than a little confused right now.” J'onn said blankly.

“No less than I am about all this.” Superman quipped.

“I experienced the best and worst of humanity for 11 months the first time I was here.” Nikita said automatically, almost mechanically. “Both of them were with me when I met you, J'onn in the mountains that day. I learned all I needed to know about you to trust you as soon as I saw you shake hands. I knew you were the one picking me up from Clark's house, because you weren't being an ignorant arrogant asshole and still recognized Jeremiah's name. I've never met anyone on Earth like Jeremiah before...no one else who was born here. And now that explanations and easily-remedied mistakes are cleared up, can we get to the actual reunion part? I also never thought I'd see you again...I never thought get a chance to talk with you both at the same time...we need to find a patio bar and a place that serves cuba libre's.”

“I'm sorry, what?” Kal-el said blankly.

J'onn J'onzz stepped up. “Kal, Jeremiah, Nikita and I saved each-other from Hank Henshaw. That's actually how any of us met, including you and her. Until now at least some of us thought the others died that night.”

“You do realize I can't get drunk.”

“You realize I would never try to get myself drunk?”

Superman landed without a sound on the front yard of a very familiar house. He was dressed in his standard uniform, so he had come to think of his costume. Being raised as Clark Kent, he preferred that name to his birth name of Kal-El, preferred normal clothes to his kryptonian suits. But the speed and silence of flying required the non-terrestrial look of his assumed identity. So he came to see his old friend dressed in full superman regalia. Before he'd even gotten to the front door, Jeremiah and his wife Eliza walked out of the house to greet him.

“It's been way too long my friend.” Jeremiah said with a warmth familiar to both of them.

“Jeremiah, can I talk with you a minute?”

“Kal-el of Krypton when have I ever, not wanted to talk with you?”

“Well to be perfectly frank this conversation will end with me asking you to come back to the DEO.” In an instant Jeremiah's warmth hardened.“And what exactly makes you think I'll go with you? I left that place for a reason and they think I'm dead. Which, in case you didn't realize it is the only reason I can stay gone.” It was a sign of the tremendous respect and friendship the two shared that Jeremiah's voice remained calm and firm while expressing his disdain.

“ 'They think you're dead'. Superman repeated, his tone ringing with a thoughtfulness that surprised his friend. “An ironically appropriate choice of words.”

“Okay, you have my attention.”

“I'm not here for the DEO, or even because of them. As an entity I don't understand them. I'm here because the new director of the DEO and one of their former alien prisoners seriously need to hear from you. They are the only people I wasn't raised with that know who I am and they know you. I'm finding myself feeling a little stupid about her. I have been listening to her talk about her hero, a former agent of the DEO for almost six months and I never figured out it was you she was talking about. It wasn't until Mon-el of Daxam showed up that I saw the depth of her feelings about the place. And two weeks later I overheard her reminisce about the good-bad old days.” Kal-el took Jeremiah by the arm in a gentlemanly embrace, holding him enthralled to his next words. Jeremiah sensed the need behind his action and did not resist. “I'm here because J'onn J'onzz and Nikita think you're dead.”

“Eliza, take care of the girls...I have an old friend to visit.”

“You can get me to track them, you cannot get me to hurt them.” Nikita stated firmly, planting her feet solidly in place. “Director, I couldn't tell you if my people are pacifists but I AM one. In case you've forgotten there is no-thing you can do to get me not to be true to myself.”

“Have you any idea what we're facing here, what we're here for?”

“We are here to make contact and meet for the first time an alien you see as a threat.” Jeremiah Danvers said shortly. “Her role here is to find the man and talk to him, and help us know how to deal with him. Fighting him is not in her job description.”

“True enough, but this creature is the farthest thing from being a man you can imagine. He's a martian, a monster from your worst nightmares.”

'heard that one before'. Jeremiah thought to himself, though he said nothing of the kind.

“I never thought I'd say this,” Nikita began. “but...you have a point. Even so, if I never knowingly hurt YOU Hank, what makes you think I'll sit by while you hurt a complete stranger?”

“You don't have to watch. But you do have to find him for me. That is you're role here after all.”

“I'm doing it!” Nikita cried out with a passion she did not usually display. “I'm here to do a job, to help you succeed. Efficiency is better than its opposite and you need someone like me when you meet those you refer to as 'creeps'. The fact that I haven't moved from this spot should tell you something.”

Jeremiah smiled as he watched realization spread over the director's face. The quarry they'd been hunting came out of the brush and tackled the man named Hank Henshaw. The director lay stunned on the ground. The alien was slightly taller than Jeremiah himself with lime-green skin and black body armor. Jeremiah watched the stranger, keeping his hands visible and still. The alien walked up to Jeremiah, silently and steadily. “Please wait.” Nikita whispered urgently. “I know you have no reason to trust me, but please hear me out. My name is Nikita, my people are low-level empaths; a skill director Henshaw used to his advantage. I tracked you here. I didn't have a choice and I will do what I can to keep you safe, and undo whatever damage I have caused. Jeremiah is no threat to you and, despite the uniform, is no more a willing part of this than I am. Tie his hands if it makes sense, if you need to be certain he cannot fight you but Please don't hurt him.”

“Is this true?” The alien spoke in a gravelly voice, eyes focused on the man in front of him.

Jeremiah's voice was soft but steady. “I work for an agency called the DEO. Our job is to protect Earth from alien threats. Hank Henshaw was my immediate superior...and a blind fool. I swear I would not hurt a man, woman or child who was no threat, who wasn't trying to hurt others. And the DEO honestly believed you were a threat.”

“Get out of here.” The alien said, to Nikita. “I want nothing from you. You have no reason to listen to them anymore. So, don't.”

“If you take Jeremiah with you,I'm coming too.” Nikita said firmly. “He and I have each-other's backs. Henshaw brought the two of us with him because he saw how unswervingly, almost recklessly we defend each-other. To be clear, I was not assigned to protect him, I do so freely. I made my choice almost seven months ago now: I will not leave his side.”

“Nikita I...” Jeremiah began shakily.

“You have great regard for your...caretakers, here.”

“I have great regard for all sentient life and so does he.” Nikita slowed her speech down and looked sidelong at her friend. “My being an empath is what makes me a good field asset; not that I now general patterns of individual races but that I can sense their intent and what comes naturally, instinctively to them. Whatever he,” she gestured to the alien “thinks of us is, well, not something I could find out if I wanted to. But regardless, he is closer to being a protector than an assassin. We are safe with him.”

“You sound as if this surprises you?” The man said coolly.

“Henshaw said you were a martian. The only martian I ever met, the only kind I ever heard of did not look or act very much like you...AT ALL.”

“He must have been a white.” The alien said, with the slightest hint of sorrow in his voice.

“And your people—We should get out of here.” Jeremiah looked up sharply. “There was a second Thera...support team. More for protecting us than anything to do with our...Target. We should find some deeper cover. After this creep, this, I'm actually going to use the word Kreec-ta gives up the chase, we can each leave all of this behind.”

“Do I want to know what that means?” Jeremiah inquired.

“I basically just called our boss an ignorant, arrogant asshole.”

“You'll get no argument from me.” Jeremiah said flatly. He walked up to the martian and said his peace. “Nikita trusts you. If for no other reason than that, so do I. I'm Jeremiah Danvers, you can consider me a friend.” He extended his hand. “It's a greeting, and a sign of trust.” He explained simply.

“I am...J'onn J'onzz.” The warrior replied as he accepted the handshake.

After knocking Henshaw thoroughly unconscious, Jeremiah led J'onn and Nikita through the woods. 30 minutes later Nikita busied herself at a fire while Jeremiah and J'onn sat 12 feet apart from each-other.

“That's good for now.” Danvers said. “We don't want...” He waved his hand around in a circle. Nikita saw what he meant and sat down on the forest floor as close to the fire as she could. J'onn did his best to stay in their line of sight but it was clear he was genuinely afraid of the campfire.

“When we get out of here,” Nikita began. “What comes next?”

“I'll find a place to be useful...somewhere out of the way but still populated.” J'onn said in the gravelly, deep voice he had.

“I would want to go home.” Jeremiah said quietly. “couldn't stay there long, but it would eb nice to see Alex and Kara again.” He looked sad for a moment.

“That's why you said with him? I always wondered what you were doing at his side.”

“The DEO needed help. Henshaw needed me.” Jeremiah said shortly. He looked caught out for a second. “Alex and Kara are the names of my daughters. Kara is...like Nikita a bit...from the stars. Henshaw threatened to take Kara into DEO custody...I volunteered to work for him instead. Well, work for the DEO I guess, it's not like they didn't need my help. But Henshaw was...just plain ignorant.”

“ 'Ignorant, arrogant asshole'.” J'onn said slowly, a clear question in his eyes.

“ 'Kreec-ta' is one of 3 words my people do not use unless we absolutely mean them. And not just as an intention, unless we believe they apply. You have to understand our use of language. You call people 'bastards' as a mild insult without knowing their parentage. We would not use the word unless they were an illegitimate son or daughter of their parents. Kind of hard to call a biped a 'son of a bitch' by the same token. These 3 words are more serious and descriptive, which is why I hesitated using one, even for Hank. 'Ignorant arrogant asshole' is the description given in that word. How old is Alex?”

“She'll be turning 17 next week.

Twenty minutes later Nikita was asleep under a psychic blanket, J'onn was standing over a wounded friend and Hank Henshaw was lying dead by the fire.

Around 3 pm in the afternoon Jeremiah Danvers rested comfortably in the arms of Superman. Clark was holding him loosely but firmly as they moved through the air toward DEO headquarters. “Are you alright?”

“I never thought I'd be back here again. I'm not sure what to expect.”

“There's nothing I could say that could sufficiently prepare you for this place, so I won't even try.” Kal replied. “If I'm going to help at all I should say that J'onn will probably be the first person you see and you will be welcomed here by him; he's director now.”

“Okay an alien in charge of the DEO when did that happen. More accurately: how?”

“Martians are shape-shifters...he looks human now.”

“That would explain it.”

They touched down on the balcony on the next to highest floor. They clearly were not expected. A young agent, the equivalent in experience to a Air Force lieutenant walked up with his hand on his gun. A dark haired, pale-faced young man standing beside him simply smiled and waved with his left hand. “Superman, good to see you again. Who's your friend?”

“Winn, find director J'onzz have him meet us in the conference room.”

“That won't be necessary.” Came the smooth calm voice that resonated from a man known to most as Director J'onn J'onzz. “I think I...” His gaze met that of Jeremiah Danvers. J'onn did not say anything more for several seconds; neither did anyone else.

“J'onn, is that you?” Jeremiah finally breathed.

“I think we need to go up to the conference room. We have A-Lot to talk about.”

Kal-el, J'onn J'onzz Nikita and Jeremiah Danvers all gathered in the situation room overlooking the main operations center of the building. For a moment no one said anything.

“Someone should say something before even Kal ages.” Nikita prompted.

“Jeremiah...I never thought I'd see you again...I thought you were dead.”

“Apparently you're a little too good at wearing his skin. I let people think I died...so Hank Henshaw wouldn't come after me. I have an apology to make you, Nikita...not sure how to start.”

“For believing I was dead? We're both guilty on that one.”

“For assuming you were better off believing I was dead. For assuming you were out there alone and wandering, better off than you would be with me...for never telling anyone you existed.”

“If you didn't know I was here why come back?” Understanding flickered across her face. “Clark overheard the two of us talking and brought you back here to clear things up. You didn't know where I was until today...and you thought Henshaw was still in charge of this place.

 A Genuine Harrison Wells has led Team Flash for 3 years before confessing his crime to the team.

 “In Gideon's original records I died tonight, supposedly helping you fight your newest 'big bad'. But I knew that was just the official story, a cover-up. I knew you'd killed me, for what I'd done to you. Anyway six years from now you discover something called the time vault and within it purely theoretical plans from an inter-active artificial consciousness that takes you less than a year to bring into reality you call her 'Gideon'. The ship I found had a copy of her program.”

“And you integrated her into the Star-Labs mainframe.” Caitlin said in a strange voice.

“I figured it would be helpful having a future computer around, help interpret and analyze any threats, meta human or otherwise we come across. You can do the same thing if you want. Now can we get down to it please...What happens to me?”

“We record your posthumous confession, get my dad out of prison, burn your house to the ground, make an official report that you were inside of it, that one of your experiments must have quite literally blown up in your face, you leave Central City and NE-VER come back.” Barry said as calmly and emphatically as if he were rewriting history by sheer force of will. “You were doing what you thought was needful, and didn't even delude yourself into thinking it was justified. I don't know anyone else who could have done that. I read the report, speed-reading comes in handy sometimes. In the history Clariss revealed your secret, and I killed you in blind rage. That's why you 'needed' to tell me before hand isn't it? To help me avoid the kind of mistake that cannot be corrected short of screwing with the timeline.” Harrison Wells did not verbally respond, but nodded his head thoughtfully. “Listen, you're amazing. I wasn't wrong about that. But I cannot see myself ever wanting to see you again. So after tonight, we get and stay COMPLETELY out of each other's lives. Agreed?”

“Agreed. And...thank you.