The hum of the zeta-tube faded as Superman and the Silver-Knight reappeared within the sleek halls of the new **Young Justice headquarters**.
Leon exhaled in relief, the scent of cheese and dough wafting through the air as laughter echoed from the lounge. He turned toward the commotion and blinked in surprise—**Conner and M'gann** were talking, smiling even, as the rest of the team,
( Namely Robin and Kid-Flash )jokingly argued over the last slice of pizza.
Clark gave Leon a light nudge with his elbow, a small grin tugging at his lips. "Go on, join them. You've earned it."
Leon hesitated for a moment before finally allowing himself to smile. With that, he joined the others, letting the infectious joy of the moment wash over him.
From the sidelines, **Superman watched**—his cape catching faintly in the ventilator's breeze—his expression softening as the young heroes celebrated their new family's formation. The sight warmed him deeply; it was rare for them to enjoy such unguarded happiness.
Then a low, familiar voice cut through the hum of conversation.
"Clark."
Superman turned, his smile fading as **Batman** approached, his shadow stretching long across the floor.
"I assume you've gotten the details on Silver-Knight's origin?" Bruce's tone was as neutral as always, though his eyes were sharp, studying every flicker of expression.
Superman's shoulders tensed. "Yes," he said after a long pause. "He's… similar to me, Bruce. To us. He's not from Earth. He's an alien—like me."
Batman raised an eyebrow under the cowl. "Elaborate."
Clark's jaw tightened slightly. "He's not Kryptonian. But his people… they share a warrior heritage, one nearly lost to history. He's a good kid and no doubt a great future superhero "
Batman's eyes narrowed at that last remark. But before he could respond, a burst of laughter from the lounge drew both their gazes briefly back to the youths, the sound quickly softening the air.
As the joy within the headquarters filled the space, the camera of the moment seemed to pan outward—past the glass windows, rising above the city skyline, fading into the deep, endless night.
Hours later, among the stars…
**The Watchtower** orbited silently over the blue planet below. Within its metallic chamber, the Justice League convened around a U-shaped table—each seat occupied, each pair of eyes reflecting the cold light of space.
Batman stood at the central point, hands clasped behind his back. "According to what Silver-Knight—Leon Braveheart—told Superman about his origins," he began, "Leon belongs to an ancient warrior race once known as the **Saiyans**. They were distinguished by extraordinary physical control and an ancestral connection to simian physiology. Much like the Thanagarians, their civilization once thrived on martial culture until a civil war nearly wiped them out. Supposedly, they renounced violence and embraced pacifism." He paused, letting the words hang before adding grimly, "Or so he claims."
A slight murmur rippled across the table.
**Wonder Woman** leaned forward, her voice calm but firm. "If that's true, he hides it well. I've spent lifetimes around gods and kings. Leon carries himself humbly, not as one who boasts of royal lineage."
**Aquaman** crossed his arms, a faint smirk playing across his lips. "You underestimate the subtle pride of true nobility, Diana. I saw the blow he landed on Superman. He showed power—and control. Authority tempered with gratitude. That's the mark of a noble spirit."
**Hawkgirl** tilted her head, wings twitching slightly. "You don't believe his story, Batman? About the Saiyans becoming pacifists?"
Batman's expression hardened behind the mask. "I believe the story," he said slowly, "but not necessarily the storyteller."
Superman's brows furrowed. "Bruce… Leon is a good kid. Kind, honest, and brave. I saw no malice in him—no trace of the barbaric tendencies his ancestors might have had."
Before Batman could respond, the sliding metal door hissed open.
Green light spilled into the chamber as **John Stewart**, the Green Lantern, stepped in, holding a holographic tablet.
"I've confirmed the records with the Guardians of Oa," John said. "The Saiyan race was once part of Sector **261986**."
A;N: Date and year when Dragonball aired as a homage and honorary mention :)
The hologram flickered, displaying the fiery image of a star engulfing its planets.
"The data checks out. Their solar system was obliterated by a catastrophic stellar flare. No survivors. The Saiyans are, by all accounts, extinct."
Superman's eyes softened with pity. "So he truly is the last of his kind…"
Batman, however, didn't share the sentiment. He clasped his hands on the table and leaned forward. "I don't deny his history. But Leon Braveheart is no pacifist. I've seen him in the field—how he fights. There's a fury in him, controlled but not gone. Whether he realizes it or not, he's a brawler. And that kind of man—if guided poorly—could shake this League to its core."
Hawkgirl's eyes narrowed. "We're all brawlers here, Bruce. Me, Arthur, even you in your own way. Why single him out?"
For a long time, Batman said nothing. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter—almost haunted.
"Because of his eyes," he said.
The room fell silent. Waiting for Batman to finish his sentence.
"His gaze holds an eerie similarity to the one
I fear , * His tone deepens * Mine."
No one spoke. Even Superman looked away, the reflection of Earth's curve gleaming against his suit.
The League sat in heavy silence, each lost in their own thoughts, the cold void of space beyond the Watchtower's glass bearing silent witness to the shadows gathering within Earth's mightiest heroes.