8. Revelations of the Truth

"Without Arthur here, it's oddly quiet," Green Lantern noted. "He really did have a big personality that could fill up any space. And he was right – this place is kind of a dump."

"I can still hear you," Aquaman's voice came from the display. "I'm in the Pacific, not dead. Punk."

"It's almost like I can hear his voice," Lantern continued, wiping a faux tear away from his green eye-mask. "Taken from us too soon."

"I'm almost tempted to not join the attack if it meant that his big mouth finally shuts up," Aquaman muttered. A woman walked into frame of the camera.

"Arthur!" the woman scolded. "If you did that, Atlantis would be at risk too."

"Yeah," Arthur grumbled. "You're right."

"And who might this be," Lantern said, in a manner that Flash thought only an idiot could believe was suave. "Hello, beautiful."

The woman sneered at him. "That's Queen Mera of Atlantis to you, surface-dweller."

"Enough, Lantern," Batman said firmly. The Dark Knight was seated and clad in heavy power armor that covered the lower half of his face in a drastic departure from his usual attire. His voice, as a result, was mechanically modulated, making him sound more like Darth Vader than his usual gruff tone. "We don't need to be antagonizing our allies."

"Sorry, Bats," Lantern meekly responded. "I was just having a little fun."

A great swoosh of wind ended whatever reply anyone else could have conjured up, and in the center of the warehouse that had quickly become the makeshift Justice League headquarters, two figures landed. The first was Superman, which was expected. The second was Kara, which was unexpected even for Barry. She was dressed in the red-blue outfit that Barry remembered her wearing in the other timeline – the blue running all the way up to her chest, where it turned into the red and flowed through her shoulders and into the cape. The suit ran up half the length of her neck, but it didn't hide what he saw.

What stood out to Barry was the ugly mess of bruises that covered her neck. They were already beginning to fade, but they were still prominent enough to be immediately noticeably. Instantly, he felt a rising anger within him.

"Who did that?" he asked, almost knowing the answer before it came.

"Zod," Kara replied, her voice still somewhat hoarse. "I fought him… and I lost."

"Jesus," Lantern whispered.

Barry clenched his fists. Once again, he hadn't been enough. He hadn't paid enough attention. He didn't watch out for this world's Kara like he hadn't for the Kara of the past world, and she had almost paid the ultimate price for his negligence like the other one had. That painful feeling in his gut returned, that contradictory ball of fear, hate, and anger that was becoming all-too-familiar now.

"I got there just in time," Superman's voice called out, piercing the veil of darkness that had settled in Barry's mind. "If I was just a little slower…" he trailed off. "I don't want to think about that, honestly."

"You arrived fast enough," Kara whispered, clearly trying not to strain her voice. "And I will heal quickly."

"The point is that it shouldn't have happened in the first place," Barry said firmly, causing both Kryptonian cousins to turn to him. "Zod is an animal, and we need to put him down like one. Otherwise, he'll do the same thing to all of us and every human that lives on this planet."

Superman had a slightly disturbed expression on his face from Barry's words. "I don't know if we should be talking about murder, Barry. Zod is evil, but even evil men face justice. If we kill him, what are we saying to the world about our conduct?"

"What court can judge him, Superman?" Barry said. "What cell can hold him? He's a Kryptonian, just like you."

"Still, that doesn't make us the judge, jury, and executioner of the world," Superman replied. "If we do that, then we're no Justice League – we're just a band of vigilantes who think we're above everyone else. Is that what you want to be known as?"

"You don't care about what he did to Kara? Clark, look at her. Look at what he did to her. She only got put in that spot against Zod because of us, and—"

"Stop," Kara said, cutting Barry off mid-sentence. "I chose the path that led me to confrontation with Zod. You two did not do that. I faced the consequences for my choice. That was my decision, and mine alone. I do not need the two of you arguing over my choices for me like you are my father."

Superman and Flash both turned away from her. More than a little bit of shame rose up in Barry, and he quickly turned to Superman.

"Hey," Barry said, causing Superman to turn to him, "look, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed out and worried right now. I wasn't thinking clearly, and I shouldn't have said those things."

"No, I get it," Superman responded in a similar tone. "I'm sorry as well. I went overboard. I think you made a good point, though." His face shifted into a steely expression. "Zod is a bridge we'll have to figure out how to cross when we get there."

"No hard feelings?" Barry asked, extending a hand. Superman took it almost instantly, shaking.

"None, Barry. There never will be."

"And I'm sorry to you too, Kara," Barry turned to her. "I shouldn't have acted like that. It's just that when I realized what had happened, I got worried."

Her expression softened somewhat. "I understand, and I appreciate the concern – I truly do. But I am old enough to make my own decisions and responsible enough to bear their ends as well. I spent all of my years on Krypton trying to prove that to my father, and now that he is no longer with me, I must now live that way."

Lantern slowly clapped off to the side. "I have never seen people argue, stop, and then make up that quickly before. Gotta say, that was kinda impressive."

"You've never seen it because you've got an ego the size of the planet," Aquaman said. He put a thumbs up. "Good job, though. That was beautiful to watch. It's the kind of low-ego teamwork that makes the dream work. Lantern's got enough of that for all of us, anyway."

Batman, for his part, had stayed silent in his seat, watching them but not saying a single word during the entire encounter. Finally, he shifted back to the display. "Now that we're finished on this end, I'm going to bring our military contact into the loop." The display split so that Aquaman and Mera were on one side and Swanwick and another man that Barry had never seen were on the other.

"General Swanwick," Batman greeted.

"Batman," the lieutenant general nodded in return. "I see you've got all your super-friends with you. Nice of them to join."

"You know Flash from the desert operation," Batman said. Swanwick nodded at Flash, who nodded in return. "The man in the green is Green Lantern. Behind me is Superman and his cousin, Kara Zor-El."

"His cousin?" Swanwick frowned. "From where?"

"She was a part of Zod's forces until recently," Batman explained.

"Can she be trusted?" Swanwick asked.

Kara stepped forward and pulled down the front collar of her suit to reveal the full extent of the bruising. "I faced Zod," she said as loudly as she could, "and this is what I got from it."

Swanwick pursed his lips. "Okay, then. And we're calling you Kara, which I assume is your name? You don't have one of those nicknames that you vigilantes seem to love?"

"I am no vigilante," Kara stated.

"Perhaps you can follow my naming scheme," Superman suggested. "Superwoman, perhaps?"

"That's a bit wordy, to be honest," Lantern noted. "Su-per-man is already three syllables. Adding a fourth gets a little hard to say, especially in the heat of battle. Hell, sometimes I'd just say 'Supes,' which might get a little confusing if there are two Super-people flying around."

"Supergirl," Kara simply said. "It is mostly the same if I understand the words correctly, and one syllable shorter – the same as Superman."

"If you're okay with it," Superman commented as he shrugged his shoulders. "It's your choice."

"It does have a nice ring to it," Aquaman offered.

"Then it is so. I am Supergirl."

There were a few moments of silence. Superman nodded. Flash looked around, unsure if this was something that he should have clapped for.

"When I asked about your nicknames," Swanwick finally said, "I didn't mean that you had to pick one right now. But since you have, Supergirl, then that's what we'll call you."

"Right," Batman spoke up. "On the screen is Aquaman and his wife, Mera. They're the king and queen of Atlantis. Currently, they're at a staging point off the West Coast."

"Atlantis," Swanwick said in a flat tone. "You're telling me that the mythical city of Atlantis is real? What's next, Avalon is somewhere out there too?"

"Take it or leave it, general," Batman replied. "That's what I can tell you."

"Fine, Batman, but I don't like it. The brass is already on my ass about working with masked vigilantes, and this doesn't help at all. But we'll do this and I'll take the heat because right now, that's what's needed."

"That's all I can ask for, general."

The other man beside Swanwick slowly raised a hand. "Uh, hi there, everyone. I'm Doctor Emil Hamilton. I'm the director of S.T.A.R. Labs, and we've been working with the military through DARPA."

"Good to meet you, Doctor Hamilton," Batman addressed. "I've read your paper on theoretical plasma dynamics for physical application. It was a novel approach for a problem that has stumped many brilliant minds over the years. I'm personally interested in seeing it be used in a field-like structure."

"Oh, yes," Dr. Hamilton's eyes lit up instantly, "that one was very difficult to approach—"

"Doctor," Swanwick cut him off, "there will be time for that later. For now, we need to focus on Zod."

"Right, yes, sorry," Dr. Hamilton sheepishly said. "With Zod, what we've been observing has been a movement of various Kryptonian craft. An hour ago, we detected three large objects—though smaller than the main Kryptonian ship that has been in orbit—that were previously hidden on the far side of the moon. The first one has already landed in the southern Indian Ocean while the other two are still in orbit. We don't yet know where they're going to land. The main ship has also been maneuvering, and our current projections have it landing somewhere in the United States, likely in the east."

"The world engine," Barry intoned. Kara shot him a strange look but didn't say anything.

"What was that?" Doctor Hamilton leaned into the camera, almost taking up the full view. "What's a world engine?"

Barry sighed. "It's a terraforming machine," he described. "It syncs with another Kryptonian ship on the opposite side of the Earth and creates a field that begins the terraforming process."

"How do you know so much about this?" Lantern asked, crossing his arms. On the screen, Barry could also see Swanwick's expression turn into suspicion.

"I got the intel from Kara," Barry explained quickly, causing the mentioned Kryptonian to turn to him in another sharp look. He ignored it. He hadn't really thought through the ramifications of using her as his excuse, but the information needed to come out somehow, and he couldn't wait until he and Batman were alone to talk about it. "She told me how the, well," he motioned with two hands, both palms facing each other as if there was an invisible sphere between them, "the world engines work." He tried to recall everything that the past Superman and Batman had once mentioned about Zod's invasion, when he wasn't yet a superhero – when all he could do was a save a single child from the fate that had fallen upon his father. "They do something by hitting opposite ends of the Earth and increasing its mass."

Hamilton frowned. "That would be… very bad for us. If it's the opposite side, then…" he crunched some numbers off-screen, "that'd make somewhere around the Delaware-New Jersey region the landing point for his ship. And the other two, then, are more of these world engines, I assume. But we don't know where they're going to land."

Kara looked at Barry before she spoke. "I found a similar structure in Bialya before I was confronted by Zod. It looked like it was almost completed."

"Bialya," Hamilton whispered to himself. "The antipode would be somewhere in the southern mid-Pacific. That's about as far away from land as you can get on Earth."

Barry grimaced – an all-too-common expression for him these days.

"Aquaman," Batman barked, "you'll have to reroute your forces, then. Superman can deal with the one in the southern Indian Ocean, while you'll have to deal with the one in the Pacific." Arthur nodded on the split-screen.

"Wait," Swanwick spoke up. "What if there are even more? We didn't even know they had these extra 'world engines' before today."

Batman rapidly typed on his keyboard. "It's highly unlikely. Zod is limited not only by the number of world engines he may have had on hand prior to arriving on Earth, but also by the ability to construct antipode stations for the terraforming process. I've reconfigured my search parameters to compensate. We know that whatever machines they're constructing outside the one from the moon, they're using Earth-mined metals to build it. That severely limits their construction opportunities. If my guess is right, the only other place outside of Bialya where they might have been able to muster enough raw materials, have a significant-enough presence, and also be able to hide it from scrutiny is… Nairomi, in North Africa. The antipode of that will also be in the southern Pacific, but far away enough from the other one that Aquaman won't be able to easily handle both at the same time."

"I'm a superhero," Aquaman grunted in agreement, "but not a miracle worker. That's a lot of distance to cover, and my forces and I will be tired if we even manage to get one of them. I don't want to split up to deal with both either."

Swanwick frowned. "This is getting very tricky, very fast. We can deal with the one that'll land on the Eastern Seaboard. The first Pacific one, you said that the Aquaman will handle. Superman has the one in the Indian Ocean, which covers us if we can't figure out how to deal with the one that's landing on the mainland. That means we have one full duo, the U.S.—Indian Ocean connection, covered, and half of the Bialya—Pacific Number One as well. But that still leaves the entire Nairomi—Pacific Number Two duo unaccounted for, along with the Bialyan end if we want to do both sides of each connection."

Batman sat in contemplation for a moment. "I can help with the one landing on the East Coast. We can send Lantern, Flash, and Kara to Nairomi. Superman should reroute to help stop Zod's ship after it lands on the East Coast, and then he can maneuver either to the Pacific to help Aquaman, to Nairomi to help Team Two, or even to Bialya should Aquaman's team not be able to take out Pacific Number One."

"My swimming's not great," Superman admitted. "I can do any of those, but I'm pretty sure Arthur has me beat in a swimming contest. I'm just not going to be as effective underwater as I am in the air."

"I'll take the help anyway, Supes," Aquaman said. "If Mister Lantern, Mister Flash, and Miss Superman don't need the help." Both Lantern and Kara frowned at Aquaman's face on screen. Flash held back a small grin. He could always count on Arthur to help lighten the mood, even in the middle of an actual, real-life alien invasion – and only the fourth one that Barry had experienced so far, to boot.

"We'll figure out what the second phase will look like when we get there," Batman stated. "That covers at least one end of each node."

"I still don't like it, but this plan does minimize our risk of complete geopolitical chaos if things go sideways," Swanwick admitted. "The Nairomian government is largely defunct as it stands, so we wouldn't expect much international condemnation for an armed intervention into their borders, especially in the middle of a bonafide alien invasion."

"Why is Zod even interested in terraforming Earth, anyway?" Lantern asked. "Don't the Kryptonians have superpowers and stuff in Earth's atmosphere as it is right now?"

"He wants to rebuild his species," Flash explained. A third look from Kara, he could see out of the corner of his eye. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea for him to use her as a cover story, but now that he had, he would have to think of another cover story to use on her later. "Once Earth is terraformed into a new Krypton, he's going to use a genetic registry to repopulate the planet with Kryptonians."

"O…kay," Lantern slowly said, "but that doesn't explain why he wouldn't want the powers. Superman and Kara can clearly live on Earth just about fine."

"Zod is a Kryptonian," Kara simply stated as if that were enough reasoning. Her voice still sounded relatively weak compared to its usual strength. Seeing the blank expressions on everyone else's faces, she continued. "Almost all Kryptonians were born from the genesis chamber in Kandor, genetically engineered to be a perfect citizen of Krypton and bred for their purpose in society."

"Almost all?" Swanwick questioned, a note of curiosity in his voice. "What about you and Superman?"

"Kal was a natural birth," Kara explained, coughing a little to clear her throat. "The first on Krypton in living memory. He was subjected to no genetic imprinting. And me…" she trailed off a for a moment, her face giving little away of her thoughts, "I was a defective Kryptonian. My genetic imprinting failed to take in utero entirely, and I lack the genetic markers for even somatic reconditioning."

"I'm going to pretend I understood that," Aquaman remarked. "But basically what I'm hearing is that you and Superman are the two Kryptonians out there that aren't cuckoo for Krypton-puffs."

"Y…yes," Kara hesitantly agreed. "If that means what I believe it does. Zod is, no matter what he says, bound to his programming. I thought that it was just the perpetuation of Krypton and its people, but he is going further than I ever thought he would. I lament the end of my world. My parents, my aunt and uncle, my friends – they died on Krypton. But my mourning will not bring them back, and rebuilding a new Krypton will not undo the past. I will remember Krypton as it was, not as Zod wants it to be. He intends to rebuild Krypton because that is what he believes to be the continuation of our people and world. And he will do it on the bones of billions of humans."

"Yikes," Lantern commented. "All right, we're definitely going to have to stop this guy. Anyone who thinks bones are a good building foundation is actually insane."

Kara tilted her head in slight confusion. "No, it was a metaphor. The bones will not actually be used."

"Ignore him," Batman interjected. "Lantern was making an off-color joke."

"Oh. I understand now," Kara stated. "I learned English quickly when we were in orbit, but the nuances of the language in conversational use are still foreign to me."

"You'll have plenty of time to catch up after this, Kara," Superman said, patting his cousin's shoulder. "First, we'll stop Zod and this plan of his."

"In that case, we'll prepare for our assault. Good luck, surface peeps – you're going to need it." Aquaman said on his half of the display. The display minimized as he disconnected, expanding Swanwick and Hamilton's faces to the entire screen.

"General, we'll meet up with you and your forces at Peterson," Batman said. "From there, we can stage a united frontal assault on the Kryptonian mothership."

Swanwick nodded. "I'll make sure to clear you and your people. Keep me posted. Swanwick out." His screen went dark as well, leaving the computer's main display to revert to its menu screen.

Batman turned around in his chair. "Lantern, Kara, Flash – you're Team Two. You'll be going to Nairomi. Superman and I will rendezvous with Swanwick as Team One."

"Roger that," Lantern said, quickly throwing a lazy salute. "Flash, you need a ride?"

"I have him," Supergirl immediately said, half-turning to Flash. "We have some things to talk about."

"Right-o," Lantern replied, backing away. Clearly, he sensed the same danger emanating from the Kryptonian that Flash did. "I'll see you two there, then." He quickly flew out of the skylight that was becoming the warehouse's unofficial-official entryway for the half of the League that could fly.

Barry turned to Supergirl. "Hey, look," he began, but he was cut off by a stern look from her. She threw one arm around his mid-section and took off with him in tow. Perhaps not surprisingly, her grasp on Barry was about as solid as being strapped in with multiple seatbelts, and he felt little give in her grip as they soared upward into the sky. Despite the speed they were flying at, his suit and his body's rather hardy constitution meant that he was mostly fine despite not being built for travel in the open air.

"Tell me the truth, Barry Allen," Kara eventually said as she leveled out and they flew east. "How did you know what you said earlier?"

Barry gulped. The chickens had come home to roost. He thought about a lie—perhaps he could have passed it off as something that Superman had told him before—but there was a tiredness rising deep in him from that mere thought. Every lie he told incurred a debt to the truth. He had already told enough falsehoods, and he truly didn't want to tell anymore – especially not to the people he was going to be fighting alongside, the people that he had come to trust his life and the lives of so many others with. And certainly not to this Kara, who shared the same face as the one he remembered dedicating and ultimately sacrificing her life to fight with him and for the future of humanity.

Perhaps, Barry thought to himself, it was finally time for the truth to have its day.

"Look, Kara, the truth… it's complicated."

Kara turned her head to look at him, a blank stare as her expression. Their faces were mere inches apart, which Barry suddenly realized to some embarrassment; the heat of her adjacent body on his left side became hard to ignore as she pulled him into her hold a little tighter.

"Tell me," she commanded.

He steeled himself. He had put himself in this hole and now he had to dig himself out. If she thought he was insane afterwards, then that was the price he'd have to pay. "Fine. I'm from a different world. I ran across timelines and now I'm here."

Kara had an inscrutable expression on her face, and she said nothing for a few seconds. After a few moments, she turned away to look forward again. "I see."

Barry blinked a few times. "… I see? Wait, what—what do you mean, I see? That's it?"

She didn't immediately respond, and the wind whipped around them as they sped across the open sea.

"For years, I have had… nightmares," Kara admitted, her eyes still facing forward. "And recently, I finally understood what they were for all that time – memories of another life, one that I did not live." She breathed in deeply before slowly exhaling, and Barry felt the motion of her diaphragm due to their contact between their bodies. "They were the memories of a Kara Zor-El that intruded on my own, mixing and matching in ways that were painful and, sometimes, even unwanted."

"What do you remember?" Barry cautiously asked.

She frowned. "My childhood was much the same, though Krypton's destruction occurred when I was young girl rather than on the boundary of my majority. When I landed on Earth, I had been captured, and it had only been through the efforts of that world's Batman and Barry Allen, in addition to a second Barry Allen, that I was freed."

Barry's heart raced. It wasn't possible for someone else to have crossed over as well, was it? But what she was talking about…

"After that," Kara continued, "we fought Zod and his forces. I do not fully remember how that fight went. What I do remember is one of the Barry Allens trying to help me, but Zod was too strong. The next thing I remember was those memories merging into my own. I do not know where one set ends and the other begins. I am still unsure whether I am me or her, that other Kara. I… I don't even know who the 'other Kara' is – the one who remembers that other world, or the one who was born in this one." She shook her head, the wind keeping her hair slicked back out of her face. "Now that I say it out loud, I cannot even believe myself. It sounds absurd. A crisis of identity with myself."

By now, they were approaching a desert in the distance – perhaps the shores of Morocco, if Barry's high school geography was of any help.

"Kara," Barry started, figuring out the right words to say. "I know that I don't look the same at all, but I am that same Barry. The Barry from that world."

She slowed down in the air, looking at him again with an enigmatic expression as they came to a stop.

"Okay, well, I mean, not that world's Barry, but the other, other Barry that wasn't supposed to be there. The one with shorter hair. You know," Barry offered helpfully, "short black hair. Great cheekbones. A mature attitude. The cooler Barry. It doesn't really help that I look completelydifferent now."

"I remember," Kara said. They were now upright and stationary in the air, with Kara holding onto Barry with both hands around his waist. Despite her firm grip, he didn't feel like he was being uncomfortably squeezed.

"Yeah," Barry carried on, resisting the urge to awkwardly rub the back of his head in that all-too-common gesture of apology and embarrassment – even if it would have been appropriate for once. He looked downward, though. "That was me. I… I did something, in the Speed Force. I ran, and somehow, I ended up here, and apparently you ended up here as well."

She shook her head. "That is… I would say hard to believe, but what I experienced…" she trailed off, pursing her lips. "It, this life, does not feel real, almost. It is like I was reborn. Is what you say even possible?" She looked away for a moment, as if searching for something to hold onto. "I understand what you are saying, but it is difficult to believe even though my own memories would confirm it." She turned back to him.

He gazed into her eyes intently, and she returned the look. They floated in silence for a few seconds. "Kara," Barry said at least, finding that one memory that he felt in his heart would persuade her fully, "when I didn't have my powers and Bruce and I had failed, I remember you carrying me into the sky. I was… I was dying at that point, barely able to hold on and barely conscious in your arms, but I saw you. I remember the rain, the lightning. I remember…" his voice faded, seeing her expression change – seeing it all click in her mind, seeing that anchor be found, seeing her believe the truth of his words. It was the truth that no one else on this world could have possibly known.

He didn't know how long they were locked in that moment.

"Barry," she finally whispered, looking almost like she was about to tear up. "I believed I was alone, going insane from something that I did not understand. For so long, I thought I was losing my mind. I—I did not know if it was because of my birth, my defective imprinting. I was scared."

"I'm so sorry, Kara," Barry said, placing his hands on her shoulders in a gesture of comfort. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. Whatever is happening or has happened to you is my fault and mine alone. Something happened in the Speed Force that I don't remember, and it caused you to live two lives when you shouldn't have had to deal with the burden of remembering what happened on that world."

"Did we fail?" she asked, her voice still quiet. "Is that why, why you ran here?"

"… Yes," Barry murmured in response. "We couldn't do it. You, and Bruce, and everyone else… you had all died so many times. Barry and I, we—we just couldn't do anything about it. So I did what I had to do, what I thought would fix everything, and it didn't. All it did was cause this. Now we're both back here, facing Zod again."

Kara leaned her forehead on Barry's, a moment of vulnerability and tenderness that Barry could scarcely have believed he could feel after everything that had happened in the past few weeks of time in his perception.

"I trusted Zod in this world before my memories returned," Kara breathed out in a hushed tone, barely loud enough for him to hear. "Now I fear him more than I ever have. He is stronger—much stronger—than the one I remember fighting. But… this world has a Superman. It has a Batman too, like the world we came from. It has other heroes. It has you." She pulled back, defiance shining in her eyes. "It has all of us, together. We will not fail this world like we did the other."

Barry breathed out heavily. A little bit of that tension, just a little of that fear that had gripped his heart for weeks, finally dissipated. It was still there, but now it had been partially relieved by the knowledge that he really, truly wasn't alone. Not in the way he had thought he was in this brave new world he had found himself in, that had such heroes and villains in it. No, he was not alone. Kara—his Kara, for the lack of a better way to describe the multiversality of it all—was here with him.

"Hey, are you guys here yet?" Lantern's voice came through on their commlinks, breaking the moment. "I haven't heard from y'all in a while, and believe me when I say it, but holy shit, this is going to be a big problem."

"Yeah," Barry replied, a hand to his ear to open his end to Lantern. He looked at Kara. "Hold tight. We're on our way and almost there."

Kara released her grip on one hand to swing Barry back into her one-arm hold, but now, there was an understanding between them that hadn't existed just minutes prior. Now, Barry felt his heart soar just like how they flew through the sky – lighter than air, as fast as the wind.

The truth was that he wasn't alone in this world, and he was going to fight as hard as he could to make sure that it would stay that way.

To Be Continued

Notes:

For my American readers, Happy Independence Day!

Casting:

Mera: Emilia Clarke (not from anywhere in particular, but with slightly reddish hair)

Emil Hamilton: Stanley Tucci (Spotlight)