Washington, D.C.
Hall of Justice
Superman had returned from Themyscira back to his nation. Examining the insides of the abandoned-now-reformed Justice League headquarters, he sees additional Justice league members, he recognised earlier prior to his long 10 year retirement, working with others to come to the top of its plates. During his absence, the Leaguers had pegged blood for hours, which kind of concerned Superman as he didn't simply wish his teammates to be disciples, just them to cooperate.
Heading on front, Superman spots Mia interacting with a few newbies down a diagonal direction of his eyes. Curious, Superman drew his legs to her side, walking.
The same people Mia converged with, carried themselves else-where. Mia turns herself around, knowing someone was behind him.
"I knew you'd be here", Mia proclaimed, making Kal raise an eyebrow. "In my other timeline, I was trained in variety of techniques, skills and principles. Though I didn't put them to use in later on, but later, later, later this time, I'm getting a hang of using my powers to great use".
"I glad to hear it. Although I would prefer you to travel to the 31st Century-", said Superman, prior to getting cut off.
"I can handle myself. And if you're referring to my parents, then don't think about it. My place is fixing this world", said Mia.
"Speaking of parents", Kal raised, glancing a brief examination on his surroundings. "It might be best if we talk a little private".
Mia and Kal direct their eyes to a door that may possibly lead to a private room.
Entering inside the direction door, Mia and Kal enter the room. They slowly settle in a quick for speed, getting to iron out before talking.
Kal, having his mindful worries on Mia's origins ever to be revealed to the public, made him have very much curiosity and anxiety. He rotates to finally face Mia, whom noticed. "You didn't tell anyone about who you are?", Superman asked, receiving a short breathless silent giggle from his niece.
"What kind of question is that?", Mia asked. "Shouldn't the Leaguers know who our names are-?".
"That's not the question I was farming on", said Kal. "Did you tell them you're Oliver and Kara's daughter? To anyone?".
"No", Mia answered, with a minded sense of solemnity. "I didn't forget our last chat before we left the Fortress of Solitude".
"Good. It's great. This is the only fact that needs to be underneath the pitch. No one can know your existence. Your mother and father have strictly concocted this notion. Right now, the world can't be trusted anymore. Even if its not chaos, or in spite of circumstances of peace laid abut", said Superman.
"I know where the line is Uncle Kal. I've mastered the proficiency in managing secrets from everyone", said Mia.
Hearing enough to be convinced, Superman stepped forward, stroking a short contact launch on Mia's shoulder. He immediately leaves the room, leaving the Mia to stand itself.
Hours later...
Superman gathered the entire Justice League, as he strongly wishes to speak to his colleagues. In the hall.
"I'm sorry to disturb you all. I know we have a lot of things to pursue; apprehending metahumans, watching over billions, and keeping yourself comfy in your own businesses. We have a matter to discuss that I believe I should announce", said Superman. "Majority are most certain of the lack of cells, ain't enough sufficient space to keep an additional set of metahumans. It's difficult, and I can understand it. I can understand that we are fighting for our lives. The crises is long overlaid, it's starting to take a citing toll on us. We're not immortals. But most of us can broaden the timing. Although not a long, long way". Superman briefly lowed his head a little, then nosing it up. "I tried to acquaint with Atlantis, Apokolips, and even Themyscira. Neither choose to grasp our requirement, because of me. But despite the lack of friends I lose, we still have labs across the globes, assisting in giving us the resources and assets we need to put rogue lawbreakers in their cells". Superman turned his gaze to a forthcoming number of scientists, each holding a tabling sack truck, that firmly affixes a projector.
As the scientists stand next to Kal-El, one of them activates the projector via a remote, at once releasing a holographical imagery of a huge building. A building that flabbergasts everyone out of the blue.
"Behold; I call this Gulag. It's a large rehabilitation facility, A.K.A. a prison, that houses a bigger, larger, sizeable quantity of metahumans, stored with their powers neutralised", Superman announces. "With the help of world-leading scientists, from different agencies set on all parts of the world, assisted in the courtesy of Mister Miracle, we have safely ensured that this will safely keep all metahumans locked tight. It's main agenda is to ensure they are peacefully diagnosed through training and therapy; much to fixate their lives in good conditioning health and a normal life".
They are staggered at what the Man of Steel accomplished; something he never did before. To the Leaguers, it was like Superman was a vast different person, only objected to clear-cut the dangers into habitual peaceful people. Everyone clapped outrageously, cheering in agreement to Superman's perfect idea to stride upon.
Oliver and Kara had just witnessed Superman announcing a new metahuman facility, subjected to imprison and entreat inmates into developing characterised beings.
"That's a high brow he's clinging up on", Oliver remarks. He tilted to Kara's side. "Has he ever done it before; ran a new barter?", he asked.
"Kal never had the agenda to negotiate in using anyone's assets for a new ordeal. Only if it came to be his last resort", said Kara, squaring to Oliver.
"Suggesting he never did it before?", he asked.
"I'm suggesting his loss over Lois made him realise the inner darker sanctions that are overplaying in every stall in the world. It's not some injustice agenda he has within him; he's just being more strict in what he does in the next seasonal extensions he will be forced to confront", said Kara. "He's still a good man, and always will be one".
Oliver shook his head, admitting to Superman's new persona.
Kara had a different living thought in her head, reflecting on the amount of secrets she evidently kept. Particular on the existence of her daughter to be kept a secret. She rotates to Oliver's direction, whom noticed without motioning, though he slowly tilts to Kara's side. "Do you think keeping Mia off-books was a great idea? An idea our future selves, and this reality's selves made?", she asks of Oliver's opinion.
Oliver spits a short breathe of thoughts. "The secrets we keep is to certify our bargains that no one will die, if the information clutches into the wrong hands. We both had this conscious feeling, we want to her supervised, and not have her origins revealed to anyone. Not even our closest friends or companions. Most case times, we'd feel better to know that we have full attention on who we love the most", Oliver expresses. He fully centralised to Kara, ending to her eyes. "You remember Thea's advent, the secrets kept behind. Now revealed she was really Malcolm's daughter. It was all to protect her; not hurt her because we would be scared at the reactions and haunting she'll sustain the endurance; both mentally and physically. Similar concept; in this case, we wanted our daughter safe. The only question that burrows our heads is what do we have to see it in our perspective; our conscious perspective".
Spectre simply stands behind them, inspecting their dialogue exchange. He soon squeezes his hidden eyes, thinking of their resolution.