100 Days of Arrowverse 2017 Volume A: Supergirl & Arrow

23 days until Supergirl - 24 days until Flash & Legends - 26 days until Arrow

"REVERBERATE"
(Supergirl: Team, part 10 of 10)

He had attempted to break free, in every way he could think of. It couldn't be done. Wherever he had been taken, he was trapped, captured. And his captors… his captors despised him.

They hadn't spoken to him, and he couldn't read their minds, but he didn't need to. All he had to do was look into their eyes, at the way they gazed back at him from across the glass walls that held him. The first time he'd awakened to find them there, he'd tried to read them and he'd come up against such strong barriers it had been surprising. Few were those who could naturally resist him.

The second time they'd come, trying to even get them to address him, he had shifted his appearance to match theirs. They had only looked angrier. They'd hurt him for that one, and he hadn't tried it again.

The truth was he was almost sure he had seen their kind before, a long time ago, in his early days on Earth. If he had known them, the memories were faded, blocked off more like. Those times had not been the easiest; some things he didn't want to remember. Maybe this was one of them.

Painful memories he had in vast numbers, so much more than he could sometimes bear. But there was a difference between memories he might lock away, like those of his captors, and then the pain of his past, his people and his losses… If he let himself forget those, he would be letting them die again, letting them down… again. He wasn't going to do that. He would remember.

He was not the same now as he had been when he'd come to this world. He had changed, he had evolved. But he also lived in hiding, away from people. Maybe for that he hadn't expected the beings who had found him. They had come upon him, them with their great big ship.

Now here he was, locked away, awaiting whatever fate they would reserve for him. But today, it changed. One of them came to stand outside his cell, staring down at him where he sat, restrained. Had he been able to stand, he would tower over her. It must have been her intention.

"J'onn J'onzz," she spoke softly. "So long my people have waited on this moment. Generations have been born and died cursing you, Martian. But now, finally, we have brought you down to answer for your crimes against us."

"I don't know what you mean," J'onn swore.

"Did we mean so little to you, Martian?" Her voice carried nothing familiar to him; the memories remained far away. "For your crimes we should put you to death. We may yet. But as of now, there is this," she gestured around them. "This ship was acquired, with the sole purpose of healing this world from your touch. We bring mercy."

"This world… I've been hiding," he shook his head.

"You won't always. You haven't. You don't know, of course. We have removed you, before you could be given more power to act upon those people, as you have acted on us."

"I don't understand," he maintained, growing frustrated. "Removed me from what?"

"Time. No one on Earth knows or will know the name of J'onn J'onzz. Would you like to see your future, Martian? That is, would you like to see the future you might have had? I can show you. Close your eyes, allow me into your mind." He flinched, she smiled. "Please, resist. I've waited all my life for this moment."

See you tomorrow in Volume B for The Flash!