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Chapter #1 – Re-bootThe Inner Council finally convened for its first meeting since Darkiac's invasion three weeks before. The term was coined by Lois Lane when she'd witnessed the reincorporated being smash her company's office building to pieces during his rampage against Superman.
Since the original members had expanded the League, they'd tentatively agreed on meeting at least once a week to discuss the welfare of the League. While the meetings were primarily focused on strategic planning against identified threats and criminals known to be on the loose, the more mundane tasks regarding recruitment, operations and logistics popped were also discussed.
Given the magnitude of the destruction that Darkiac's forces had inflicted across the globe, and the subsequent ensuing days they'd wasted trying to capture the remaining at-large members of the Secret Society, the senior members of the team had been unable to convene for a meeting for more than three weeks.
Based on their experience, the Leaguers had no doubt the agenda would be full.
Superman, Shayera, John Stewart and Flash were all waiting in their regular chairs when Diana and Batman entered the room. Their teammates nodded in their direction but remained seated, content to exchange small talk and gossip until the meeting came to order. They'd never bothered to establish parliamentary procedure as either Superman or Batman would typically lead the agenda, depending on the magnitude of the issues involved. Batman was about to open his mouth to start the meeting when the door behind them opened, revealing the presence of J'onn J'onnz, the Martian Manhunter.
Diana and Flash sprang out of their seats, simultaneously taking the Martian in a collective embrace. The others were more reserved in their welcome, but their expressions told the Martian that he'd been missed by all.
They returned to their seats moments later, all staring at J'onn in the hope that he would re-take his seat. He remained standing in front of them however, and the room suddenly filled with tension that even a non-telepath could sense.
"I take it that your sabbatical is not yet finished," Batman surmised, cutting to the chase. "Any idea on when we might see you back full-time?"
The Martian shook his head. "As it was, I struggled whether or not I should assist you when Darkseid's forces attacked. If I struggled to help then, I cannot in all honesty come back to the League…"
"Even as a reserve?" Superman interrupted.
"…Even as a reserve," J'onn concluded. "But I promise to monitor world events. If there is a cause for my return, I will be in touch. Otherwise, I wish you well."
He turned and strode out of the room, leaving them all them stunned.
Superman finally broke the silence as they contemplated the news. "Even with half of the Secret Society dead from Darkseid's attack, we're going to have our hands full trying to capture the rest of them. We need more muscle now that J'onn and Kara aren't available. I didn't think it was an issue when Kara stayed with the Legion, but I still wonder whether we could have beat back Darkseid's invasion without the help of the Secret Society."
"Should we ask Captain Marvel to rejoin?" Diana suggested. "Perhaps if we tried another approach, he would hear us out."
"He won't return any of our calls," Shayera replied dubiously. She turned to face Superman. "Let's face it, that fight you two had is something he's not going to get over anytime soon. After all, you destroyed an entire city."
Superman's jaw tightened as he contemplated a retort, but he stayed silent. There was nothing that he really could say. Though Batman had proved Luthor had engineered the epic between the two of them, the League's most visible critics were still citing the destruction of Lex Luthor's city as the most visible example of the dangers of metahumans losing control.
"We have a higher priority," Batman interjected. "We haven't dealt with it, but we have to face the fact that, with a brief interlude, we've had an even number of voting Council members since we expanded the League. If Lantern hadn't abstained on Shayera's expulsion vote, the resulting stalemate would have ultimately forced us to disband. We need to break the tie."
"So says the man who ignored our vote when we turned ourselves in for destroying Cadmus' headquarters," Shayera shot back. "Aren't you officially a part-time member? Or is that part-time, all-the-time?"
Batman ignored the jibe while the rest of the team enjoyed a chuckle. "We had the luxury of waiting for you to re-take your seat, but if J'onn is taking an extended leave of absence, we're going to have to move somebody into his chair. Thoughts?"
"Aquaman," Superman replied without hesitation. "It's obvious."
"Not so obvious to me," Diana replied. "Or did you not notice that he only shows up for missions where he perceives there to be a threat against Atlantis? I'd like to bring up a full-time member who is committed to protecting the entire population, not just water dwellers."
"Point taken," Lantern replied. He leaned back in his chair with a thoughtful expression. "Like J'onn, how about an off-world member. Orion or maybe Mr. Miracle?"
"Orion is worse with group dynamics than Batman," Diana replied with a grin. "And Scott Free is still a reserve member. It doesn't make any sense to me to by-pass the active members, especially since the two of them will be spending months cleaning up New Genesis after Darkseid's attack. How about a woman? Black Canary, or maybe Zatanna? A sorcerer on the Council would be a great asset for us."
"I like the fishnet angles on both," Flash murmured dreamily, then he sat forward in his chair. "But how 'bout Fire?"
"Fire's a bit short on experience as a group leader," Batman replied, then turned his gaze at Shayera. "And despite numerous examples to the contrary, the League was not established as a dating service."
"As if we're the only ones who've taken advantage of the…benefits of joining the League," Shayera snorted. "Look hard in the mirror sometime. It takes one to know one."
Batman swiveled in his chair and stared hard at Lantern, trying to read his expression. He'd shared a few confidences with Lantern, but it was impossible to ascertain how much John had told Shayera about his interactions with Diana. Batman shifted his gaze to Shayera, who stared back with a 'Who me?' expression on her face. She finally wore down under his gaze, then alternately batted her eyelashes at Diana and Batman. Lantern laughed at the insinuation, but wisely remained silent.
Diana and Batman stared at each other, embarrassed by Shayera's implication that there was more going on between them than being co-workers. Diana's expression suddenly turned from embarrassed to hostile as she returned Shayera's gaze. Superman decided to intervene before a war between the two couples (official or not) broke out on top of the table.
"If not Aquaman, how about Mr. Terrific? He stepped right in as duty officer when J'onn went on sabbatical. He's smart, capable, and a full time member."
"The same can be said of Green Arrow and Steel," Flash replied.
"Suffice to say, we have a lot of candidates to review," Diana agreed, then turned to Batman. "Why don't you and I put together a dossier on the candidates we've discussed? We'll review the after-action reports where they served as team leaders, then interview some of the members they've worked with. It should only take a week or two, then we can make our recommendations next week."
"Fine," Superman replied, impatience evident in his voice. "Back to the original point. Without Supergirl, J'onn and Captain Marvel, we only have two 'A' powered members on our team. Diana and I are stretched thin enough as it is. We need to add more muscle to the team so we can have a day off every once in awhile."
"Who did you have in mind?" Flash asked. "There's no one left."
Superman hesitated before finally unleashing the surprise. "What about Galatea?"
His suggestion was met with an immediate chorus of hostility and objection, but Superman patiently waited until his teammates quieted down. By their expressions alone, there was no doubt in his mind that his idea faced an uphill battle.
"At least think about it," he pleaded. "It makes sense from a power perspective -- she obviously meets the requirements. More important, her rehabilitation, both physical and psychological, is complete. From the reports I've read, Cadmus brainwashed her the same way they conditioned Doomsday to hate the League. They've spent months re-conditioning her. She knows we're not her enemy. Let's give her a chance to redeem herself."
"Doomsday swore he'd never stop until he killed you," Shayera replied. "If they conditioned her the same way as Doomsday, how can you be sure that her reconditioning isn't just an act so that she can carry out her original mission to destroy us?"
"I can't, but I'd like to try," Superman replied. "But I still believe in second chances. I never considered the idea when Kara was on the team, but now that she's gone, I think its time we stopped holding a grudge against somebody who is blameless for her background.."
"Easy for you to say, but what about the rest of us?" Lantern argued. "She almost killed Kara and Steel, then she tried to blow up the Watchtower and most of the League."
"I understand your reservations, John. I really do, but as a man who's been brainwashed, I can emphathize. I think Galatea deserves a chance to be a productive member of the League. If we keep her locked up in Belle Reeve, eventually she's going to go rogue. I'd like to avoid that. This way, we'll be able to keep close tabs on her."
"Isn't there a third option you haven't considered?" Lantern asked, the doubt on his face evident to the rest of his teammates.
"The Phantom Zone," Shayera whispered, drawing her own conclusion of what Lantern was really suggesting.
"That's not ever going to be an option again, not while I'm part of the League," Batman interjected. "So we do everything in our power to ensure that she becomes a productive member. But there's a catch. The other members will never accept her unless one of us – and I mean one of us in this room - is watching her every move, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week."
The room was silent for a moment as they digested the magnitude of what he was suggesting, then Diana spoke up.
"I'll do it."
"You will?" Batman asked.
"What else do I have to occupy my time?" Diana replied, averting his gaze when she spoke. "Besides, if she does go rogue, with the exception of Superman, I'm the only one who can stop her."
"You don't know that," Flash interrupted.
"After what she did to the rest of us in the metabrawl, I'll take odds on Diana," Shayera replied. "Galatea will be treated like an outcast by the rest of the League. I'm somewhat familiar with that particular role, so I'll try and pitch in and help out where I can."
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Diana and Superman slowly trailed the three-armed guards into the deepest levels of the prison. She had no idea how deep under the surface they were, but the elevator ride alone had taken two minutes to reach their current level. They'd passed through three series of one-foot thick, steel doors that individually looked to be capable of surviving a direct nuclear blast, all powered by hydraulic systems that rivaled the ones on the Watchtower.
"So this is where General Eiling wanted to lock us up?" Diana speculated as the last door closed behind them.
"Looks like it. It's an interesting idea, converting a presidential nuclear fall-out shelter into an underground prison," Superman replied. "I'd assume this is where the next generation of criminals will be kept, that is, until they think of something else."
"We're here," the senior guard interrupted. He leaned in to stare at a black orb next to the final door. As before, a retinal scan confirmed that he was cleared to enter the facility. Moments later, the door swung back, hinges groaning under the strain of the door's massive weight. As the door pushed back, it revealed a small cell-block containing only ten cells, all bathed in red light in order to deny the lone occupant of her strength.
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Superman blinked with surprise as the overhead lights in the hallway above them suddenly shifted from white to red light. As his eyes adjusted to the change, he spied a lone female perched on a cot in the first prison cell to the right. The other cells were empty. He drew in a sharp breath to steady himself as Galatea stood and faced them.
Clad in an orange prison jumpsuit, she looked different from the last time he'd seen her. He'd been planet-side in a battle with 'Luthor-Iac,' the cyborg merger of Lex and Brainiac. While the Inner Council ultimately defeated the Luthor-Iac, during that battle, Galatea had led the Cadmus invasion of the Watchtower with the other genetically engineered clones – the Ultimen. Kara and Steel had fought Galatea to a draw, finally incapacitating Kara's older clone with a power surge from the reactor's main power conduit. The rest of the League dispatched the Ultimen, leaving the Watchtower in shambles.
They left Galatea for dead, desperately scrambling to maintain the Watchtower's hull integrity. Six hours later, after successfully managing to maintain the Watchtower's humanoid-friendly atmosphere, Steel and Huntress had found Galatea's body in the rubble of the engineering section. Her uniform was charred and her hair had been fried from the power surge, but amazingly enough, she'd displayed a faint pulse. Steel had placed Galatea under restraints, then moved her under a concentrated sun bed that he'd built for Superman and Kara to treat kryptonite poisoning, hoping its effects would revive Galatea.
Superman and Kara had stopped by to monitor Galatea's recovery two days later, but there seemed to be no hope as she hadn't displayed any signs of higher-level brain activity. With the repair of the Watchtower and so many other issues to occupy their time, the Council had never discussed her future disposition until Cadmus suddenly demanded her repatriation. Nobody in the Inner Council had initially objected to her return, all too aware that Kara's clone was a sensitive topic, especially for Superman. Batman had intervened, negotiating two caveats. The first had been that Galatea be held in a neutral facility not controlled by Cadmus or the League, the second, that she'd be restrained under red-sunlamps which would quickly deprive her of her powers.
Now that relations between the two camps had thawed, Cadmus had consented to the League's request to release Galatea into their custody. Superman knew that their request had been a point of relief for Cadmus, especially given their failure to properly dispose of Doomsday.
As she stared at him with a vacant expression that reminded him of the documentaries he'd seen of the 'thousand yard stare' that many war veterans had for years after their return from battle, Superman wondered whether he'd made the right choice in sponsoring her parole.
Despite his misgivings, a sentimental part of him responded to her familiar face. It was like he'd just traveled ten years into the future to meet what Kara would look like as a mature woman. Completing the effect, Galatea had elected to grow her hair longer, making the resemblance to Kara much more startling.
He shook his head in wonder at the magnitude of Cadmus's plan to clone his cousin as a counterbalance to the League, then allowed himself a moment to study her surroundings. The cell was not unlike those he'd seen in Riker's Island and other prisons around Metropolis, the only difference being the red sunlamps overhead. From personal experience, he knew those lamps would render him completely powerless within a week.
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTWonder Woman patiently waited for him to make an introduction as they stood in the hallway outside the cell, but he remained transfixed, silently staring at Kara's clone. She sensed his hesitation and impatient to wait any longer, strode forward, extending her hand in greeting once the cell-door swung open. "Hello, Galatea. I am Diana."
"Thought you went by Wonder Woman," Galatea muttered, a spirit of defiance evident despite the conditions of her harsh enclosure. She didn't return the handshake.
Diana was expecting her reaction, and remained nonplussed at the sleight. "You and I will be spending some time together, so why don't you call me Diana?"
"Why? Did they send you down here to rot next to me?"
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTSuperman winced at the bitterness in her voice, but he could empathize with her plight. "We've come to offer you a release from prison, and conditional membership in the Justice League."
By her expression, he could tell that she was surprised by the offer. "My membership is conditional on what?"
"Your behavior," Diana replied.
"Who gets the final say on my behavior?"
"Ultimately, the Inner Council will make the final determination, but Diana will be serving as your trainer, so she'll have a lot of input into the matter."
"Then you're my new best friend," Galatea replied, staring at Diana. "Do I get a uniform like yours?"
Diana turned to Superman. "This is going to be harder than I thought."
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The two technicians at the control station received Superman's order for the beam-out with bored indifference – the novelty of watching superheroes come and go on the Watchtower had long ago ceased to be interesting. The computer identified two of the incoming electronic signatures as belonging to Superman and Wonder Woman, meaning whoever was beaming up with them was there for a reason.
They didn't expect Galatea standing between them when the two superheroes materialized on the pad. By instinct, one of the technicians instantly dropped a containment beam around Galatea, securing her in the confines of an energy field.
Superman and Wonder Woman started to step away from the transporter pad, then checked themselves when the sudden blare of warning lights and horns informed them that their companion had been restrained.
"Take down the containment field," Superman commanded. "She's with us."
The senior technician hesitated, but the stern look on Superman's face told him not to debate the issue. Despite his boy-scout image, the technicians had learned the hard way that Superman had a temper, and did not suffer fools gladly.
"Sorry for the mix-up," the technician replied. "It's protocol, after all."
The energy field suddenly dissipated as quickly as it had formed. Galatea shot a stern look at the technicians, then joined Superman and Wonder Woman on the steps leading to the Monitor Womb. She paused to take in the view, marveling at the grandeur of the view below. The Watchtower was passing over the Mediterranean in its orbit, and Ibiza glowed like a jewel below them.
"I thought you'd seen the view," Diana observed.
"My last visit was a little…rushed," Galatea replied with a smirk. "I didn't have time to enjoy it."
"Plenty of time for that later," Diana replied. "Let's get you a Comm. Link, then see if we can find you something to wear."
"Prison jumpsuits aren't regulation for League membership?"
Diana smiled, but shook her head. "I think we can find you something that suits you a little better." She nodded at the view. "You ready?"
Galatea hesitated a moment, reluctant to be rushed away. "Sorry," she murmured. "It's just that after being cooped up in a prison cell for six months, looking at anything other than an empty jail cell is almost too much. It doesn't get any better than this."
They allowed her a moment to drink in the view, then the rotation of the Watchtower shifted their view toward the sun. The portholes automatically polarized to protect the inhabitants from the harsh glare of the sunlight, but Galatea moved forward, bathing herself in the sun's rays.
Superman noticed what she was doing. "Getting a little re-charge?"
She nodded, flexing her muscles as her body soaked up the yellow sun's solar radiation like a sponge. "How long will it take until I'm at full power?"
"How did it happen for you the first time?" Diana inquired, curious about the physiology of her Kryptonian companions.
"My first memory is waking up in Doctor Hamilton's laboratory under a sunlamp," Galatea replied, a trace of bitterness in her voice. "My powers were already at full strength."
"That must have been an awkward adjustment," Superman sympathized.
She nodded. "It took me a few weeks to adjust my strength levels so I wouldn't break everything in the lab when I touched it."
"You should start to feel some of the effects immediately," he replied. "Hearing comes first, then heat and x-ray vision. Strength and speed came along as a package for me as a teenager. Let's see, what else? Flight will come last….No, I forgot. Freeze breath happened when I was an adult."
"Freeze breath?"
"Yeah, I can freeze things by blowing on them," Superman admitted. "There's never much of a need for it, but you never know."
"I don't think I ever developed that particular power," Galatea replied, her brow furrowed. "Maybe it's a guy thing."
"I'm going to head back to Metropolis and attend to some personal matters," Superman interjected. Galatea turned and cocked her head at him in a way that was so familiar that it almost floored him.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," he replied quickly, but he decided to relent and share a confidence with her, knowing that these crucial first few hours would likely shape her outlook on the League for the rest of her life. "It's just that, well, you looked a lot like Kara there for a moment."
"Being a genetic twin might have something to do with that," she replied.
"I know, but you're still different. Older. More mature."
"Uh huh," she replied dubiously, then looked around the Watchtower. "Just where is Kara anyway? I know that I have a lot to apologize for, so we might as well start there."
"About a month ago, Kara was summoned by the Legion of Superheroes to help fight an enemy. She never came back," Superman noted.
Galatea's eyes went wide with shock. "She's dead? Who is the Legion?"
"No, she's not dead," Diana reassured her. "The Legion exists in the 30th century. Sort of a future Justice League. After the mission was over, she realized that she liked a boy she'd met, so she decided to stay."
"She stayed for a boy?" Galatea interrupted. "I shared dreams with her for months. I knew she was a little boy-crazy, but I never would have guessed that she would have stayed in the future for one she'd just met. Now I won't get a chance to apologize."
"If it's any consolation, I don't think she ever took your role in the assault personally," Superman replied. "Once we learned how Cadmus had cloned and conditioned you to hate the League, Kara felt terrible. She had nightmares about what she and Steel did to you for weeks. Said it was like chopping off her own arm."
"Having been on the receiving end of that power coupling, I can tell you it was worse than that," Galatea replied, a hint of remorse evident on her face. "What about Steel? How's he doing?"
"He's fine. All things considered, his armor held up pretty well."
"Then he's on the top of my list," she replied, then her brow furrowed. "Since Kara's gone, would it be possible to remove my neural inhibitor? Professor Hamilton implanted it after he found out that Kara and I shared a dream link, but I'd rather have it taken out."
"That will require surgery. We'll probably have to keep you under a red sunlamp for a few more days so that your skin doesn't become impenetrable," Superman mused. "We'll see what we can do, but I can't promise anything."
"In that case I'll skip it. I'd rather not see a red sun lamp again as long as I live."
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"So this is all it takes?" Galatea asked, staring at the Comm Link. "Do I have to trigger it every time I want to open a door?"
"No," Diana grinned, then helped secure it in Galatea's left ear until it was comfortably positioned. Diana motioned for the other woman to follow, and they started walking down one of the long, circular corridors that would take them back to the elevators. "It will provide automatic access for all non-restricted parts of the Watchtower."
"What's restricted?"
"Certain critical engineering, communication and computer rooms that we don't want people to tamper with."
"Who's 'we'?"
"The Inner Council," Diana answered patiently. "Myself, Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, Flash and Shayera. The original members of the League. That is to say, with the exception of J'onn J'onnz, who is currently on sabbatical."
"What's he doing on sabbatical?"
"You ask a lot of questions," Diana replied. "Is it really all that important?"
Galatea's expression immediately went from bright to downcast. She looked away from Diana, staring absently at the bulkhead that demised the corridor from the elevator. "I'm sorry. I've been locked up for six months. I guess I'm babbling.
Diana immediately regretted snapping at her. They stepped into the elevator, then Diana barked a command at the computer to take them down to logistical support. "My fault. I'm not used to serving as a mentor for new recruits. You'll have to be patient with me while I get used to working with somebody on a full-time basis."
"I would have thought this was by now," Galatea replied. "Didn't you spend a lot of time training others when you expanded the League?"
"Not really," Diana admitted. "J'onn is a telepath, so he just got all of the new members together in the same room, and telepathically transmitted everything they needed to know right into their heads. It saved us weeks. Now that he's on a sabbatical, we have to do it the old fashioned way."
"I'm not sure after what Kara and I went through – sharing each other's dreams that is – that I would ever want somebody in my head again," Galatea replied with a shiver.
The elevator door opened and they emerged onto a floor that was empty.
Galatea peered around the hallways. "What's down here?"
"Officially we call it logistical support, but everybody in the League calls it 'the changing room'," Diana replied, then ushered her companion through the doorway. An empty desk at a reception area had a sign that asked visitors to press a buzzer. Diana did so, then sat down to wait.
"All the members already had their costumes when we recruited them, but Batman got a little paranoid when he found out that Black Canary was wearing flammable nylons. Two days later, a seamstress showed up to replicate any costumes that weren't made of bulletproof and flameproof material. Now, if any of our costumes are damaged, we bring them back here for repair. It saves our members a lot of time as they don't have to spend their free time sewing at home."
Galatea nodded at the wisdom of outsourcing this job to a professional. "Definitely makes a lot of sense. What's her name?"
"My name is Edna," a cheerful voice replied from the doorway. "How can I help?"
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The speed of the costume design process had amazed Galatea. When they'd sat down to discuss her costume, Edna had showed the two women some preliminary sketches she'd come up with, which were all female variations of the blue costume worn by Superman. Galatea had quickly dismissed all of the ideas out of hand, adamant in her refusal to be considered part of Superman's extended family. Exasperated, Edna finally had asked her if she had any suggestions. When Galatea told her what kind of costume she had in mind, Edna had pulled a few still-screen images from the security database with a raised eyebrow.
Diana had picked up on Edna's doubts. "People might associate that outfit with the old Galatea."
Galatea remained steadfast in her refusal. "I've only been up here for two hours and I've gotten nasty looks from half of the Leaguers and almost all of the support staff. They know who I am and what I've done, so why waste time pretending that I'm somebody else? I'm not Kara and I'm not Superman's cousin, so parading around in an outfit that reminds everybody else of her is only going to look like some pathetic attempt to replace her."
Edna had finally relented, and ordered Galatea to strip out of the prison jumpsuit. She stood nude on a circular platform where a laser performed a three-dimensional mapping of her body, then Edna threw her a bathrobe to cover up.
Diana and Galatea studied the monitor with interest as Edna ticked off the measurements. "Let's see, what do we have here. Height? Five-feet, eight inches. Weight? 120 pounds. Bust? 38DD? What is it about you full-figured gals in the League? Diana, are you sure you don't want to just lend her your armor? I think she's the only one in the League that could step right into it without an alteration."
"I see your point," Diana replied with a mock scowl. "Don't be jealous, Edna."
"Whatever you say, dear," Edna replied. "They create anotherset of issues for you to deal with." She turned then initiated a computer aided design software to program the machine to produce the desired garments. A minute later the machine had spit out the costume.
"Are you sure I can't convince you to wear something with a longer cut?" Edna asked, holding up the garment to inspect her work. "That outfit doesn't leave much to the imagination."
"Thank you, but no," Galatea replied cheerfully as she wiggled into the costume, an exact replica of the one she'd worn months before when she'd led Cadmus' invasion of the Watchtower. "This one will do just fine."
Diana nodded with approval, then a thought came to her. "By the way, do you have any thoughts on a name, or do you just want to go by Galatea?"
Galatea mused on the question for a minute, but couldn't reach a decision. "How did you get the name Wonder Woman?"
"A few weeks after we formed the League, I did a press interview to reassure the public that there wasn't going to be an invasion of Amazons right behind me. The headline on the paper the next day had 'Wonder Woman' in big letters. I prefer Diana, but the name stuck."
"I'd rather not leave my name to some enterprising reporter," Galatea replied with a frown, then a giggle escaped from her throat.
"What is it?"
"I was just thinking about the irony of the situation. Six months ago I lead Cadmus' invasion army in an attempt to destroy the Watchtower, and would have succeeded if Kara hadn't electrocuted me with the main reactor line. All that power almost killed me."
"Your point?"
"How about Power Girl?" Galatea mused. "It kind of has a ring to it, doesn't it?"
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Continuity Disclosure:
(Taken directly from Wikipedia) In the DC Animated Universe, Galatea (or Tea, for short) is the name of an age-accelerated clone of Supergirl, created by Professor Hamilton and Project Cadmus on JLU. (It was the second such episode where the idea of cloning either Superman or Supergirl was used, as Lex Luthor had attempted to clone Superman and have the clone do his bidding. The Superman clone was a failure though, as the clone mutated into Bizarro).
The episode in which Galatea debuts, "Fearful Symmetry" she was designed specifically as a countermeasure to Superman and Supergirl were they ever to go rogue. Furthermore, Galatea's personality was influenced to ensure she performed her duties with a sociopathic relish. However, the shared genetic nature of the girls inadvertently created a psychic link in which Supergirl experienced Galatea's actions in dreams, while Galatea suffered sleepless nights because of Supergirl's subconscious moral restraints on her own actions.
Galatea decided to kill those aware of her creation in positions to expose her, in part to draw Supergirl out. Eventually, the twins fought until Project Cadmus cut short the fight to reign in Galatea and cover their involvement.
Galatea was badly injured in her first fight with Supergirl, and spent several months in an intensive care unit tended by Dr. Hamilton's team. After recovering, she was then upgraded through intensive training and a biological enhancement. Dr. Hamilton artificially aged her body to her physical prime to increase her combat effectiveness (Supergirl is in her teens, but the upgrade Galatea appears to be in her mid-20's)
Later on, after the Justice League was framed by Lex Luthor for firing on a city with their headquarters' main cannon, Amanda Waller ordered Galatea to lead an army of Ultimen clones to attack the League. Although Waller called off the assault after learning the truth, Galatea ignored the order and was eventually defeated by Supergirl in single combat while the League defeated the army. Supergirl defeated her by pinning her against a wall with a massive live electrical cable from the Watchtower's nuclear generator, frying Galatea with the electrical output of a small city.
This picks up after 'Destoyer' the last episode of the Justice League in the DCAU.