To his credit, while Brainy didn't hug Lyle back in any fashion, for once he also didn't squirm away, vaguely recognizing that his friend might need the physical contact for comfort himself. For all they were used to it, finding themselves in situations like this was still daunting, especially since, for once, they were going it alone.
"Yes, and I often wonder what illicit substances they're all somehow simultaneously on, since they're obviously all living in some kind of shared delusion," said Brainy back, his voice flat, but with an expression on his face that was more cheeky than genuinely hostile.
"As for our present company, there's only one person here that I've met so far that was familiar with the name Brainiac - and recognition of the name is a quick identifier. She doesn't seem to be a hero, though, yet made mention of the Batman. My best hypothesis would be that she's some kind of minor villain."
There was more, though. This part was the part where they would have to tread lightly.
"I have been -" His voice was hesitant. "I have been looking through past archives on the communicators to see who's been here. There were heroes we were familiar with that were here in the past and we're quite fortunate that they're gone now."
This was going to be difficult, saying the next words, and trying to sound as if he didn't care. "Chief among them were The Batman and a young man that may have been Robin." He drew in a deep breath. "And Superboy. I believe they all died in the arena and were either kept in captivity rather than being released after their revival or perhaps weren't revived at all."
Even if they weren't horrible across the board, for that alone, they had to do all in their power to try to bring the ruling regime to face justice.
Superboy had been Legion. They had counted him as a member of the team and, more importantly, as a friend.
"So it seems that they'll no longer be a threat and that for the most part superheroes don't last long here. Good fortune for us."
And all the more reason they had to hide what they were.
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"Yes, and I often wonder what illicit substances they're all somehow simultaneously on, since they're obviously all living in some kind of shared delusion," said Brainy back, his voice flat, but with an expression on his face that was more cheeky than genuinely hostile.
"As for our present company, there's only one person here that I've met so far that was familiar with the name Brainiac - and recognition of the name is a quick identifier. She doesn't seem to be a hero, though, yet made mention of the Batman. My best hypothesis would be that she's some kind of minor villain."
There was more, though. This part was the part where they would have to tread lightly.
"I have been -" His voice was hesitant. "I have been looking through past archives on the communicators to see who's been here. There were heroes we were familiar with that were here in the past and we're quite fortunate that they're gone now."
This was going to be difficult, saying the next words, and trying to sound as if he didn't care. "Chief among them were The Batman and a young man that may have been Robin." He drew in a deep breath. "And Superboy. I believe they all died in the arena and were either kept in captivity rather than being released after their revival or perhaps weren't revived at all."
Even if they weren't horrible across the board, for that alone, they had to do all in their power to try to bring the ruling regime to face justice.
Superboy had been Legion. They had counted him as a member of the team and, more importantly, as a friend.
"So it seems that they'll no longer be a threat and that for the most part superheroes don't last long here. Good fortune for us."
And all the more reason they had to hide what they were.