"My name is Michael Carter. I was born in Gotham City—twenty-fifth century Gotham City."
"...I was originally the team's quarterback, got exposed for gambling on games..."
"Later got a night watchman job at a museum, then stole several pieces of equipment and came to this world, wanting a fresh start—to be a good person, to be a superhero."
The truth came out. Under the Lasso of Truth, everything was honest. This guy wasn't a villain, so they didn't make things difficult for him.
"Go on, return to your timeline. We'll protect this world." Diana untied the lasso, offering kind comfort.
As for Booster Gold's request to join the Justice League, everyone voted against it. Green Arrow isn't even in yet—who are you?!
Originally Thea considered Booster Gold just a minor character and paid him no attention, until Moira brought her some news that made her take notice.
"Justice League International? Is this a joke?" Thea looked at the information, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Just looking at the leader told her how unreliable this organization was.
Booster Gold! This Justice League International's leader was Booster Gold himself. Worth mentioning: this title was officially issued by the UN Committee for Supervision and Management of Supernatural Abilities (full bureaucratic name omitted).
"Another pawn thrown out by those people, right?" The mother-daughter duo could discuss anything. Some committee they'd never heard of, putting a few officials up front, then using the UN's name to raise a team opposing the League—reeked of politicians.
Thea didn't need to read reports to know Booster Gold was still living his superhero dream, unfortunately becoming their pawn unknowingly.
At heart, Booster Gold genuinely wanted to help others, but twenty-fifth century records only noted the rich and powerful. History books wrote "on such-and-such date, such-and-such corporation chairman or state senator met disaster." They didn't write about ordinary citizens murdered by neighbors or how many froze to death in winter slums—none of that was recorded.
Like any time traveler, he followed the map to save people and finally discovered: hey, why are all my rescues wealthy? The reputation was indeed high enough that people misunderstood, thinking him a glory-seeking fraud. Though he originally was...
"This Justice League International is recruiting. They're officially appearing at the UN early next month. Interested in watching?"
Thea thought about it—she'd have nothing else going on then anyway. Go if you want—she wasn't afraid of Darkseid, much less these small fries. She just wouldn't act against them due to game rules.
"I'll go, as First Daughter. Do I need to eliminate some of those people?"
Thea asked casually. Politicians thought themselves subtle, but without a New God like Desaad providing cover, their little moves were completely exposed before the Trade Godhood. Creating fires or car accidents to deal with them couldn't be easier.
After thinking, Moira knew her daughter wasn't purely good: "Can't handle too many at once. First take out one-tenth and see their reaction."
The mother-daughter pair coldly decided the fates of several families—dozens of people.
Mass purges wouldn't work. Creating unexpected conflicts—like making two feuding families fight each other—was ghostly silent with no visible mastermind. As for suspects? Keeping them paranoid and suspicious was exactly right.
"How's the Trade Union preparation going?" Moira asked.
"Already entered Pluto's orbit. It'd be best if we discover them, then naturally establish trade relations..." The Neutral Trade Union had been providing various resources. Now Earth's technology was fairly established—entering the space age was slightly premature, but with support from Eben's Neutral Trade Union, speed would skyrocket.
The mother-daughter scheme was to put on a show, divert ordinary people's attention—interstellar trade, how prestigious! Meanwhile, underhanded moves would shock those ungrateful lap dogs. Two-pronged approach—easy and simple to break the deadlock.
"By the way, what's actually in that black zone you sectioned off in the New Continent?" Near the conversation's end, Moira suddenly remembered, asking casually.
"The military and those families sent people to investigate, but not one came out alive."
Thea shook her head with a smile. "I remember putting up a sign saying 'No Entry—Dangerous' or something. They still went in? That's the Sea of Souls—even Superman can't enter. These people really don't value their lives."
"You child!" Moira lightly patted her shoulder. "Your sign was barely palm-sized—what good would that do? Your Sea of Souls is about the size of the Great Lakes—you can't stop people's curiosity."
Thea lifted her chin in a haughty expression. "Let them die then. I warned them anyway—they can go if they want."
She didn't tell Mom she'd created the Banshee race inside the Sea of Souls. Massive numbers of war dead souls accumulated there, with new Banshees born daily. The population now exceeded two hundred. Having occasional "elites" wander in was perfect entertainment for them.
Regarding the Justice League International's establishment, current heroes weren't thrilled, but felt increasing justice forces wasn't bad. Only Batman saw everyone as enemies—he wanted to infiltrate and gather intelligence.
Everyone understood his personality. No problem—you go ahead!
What Justice League, Justice League International, American Justice League, Dark Justice League, Young Justice League—these were all scenery along Thea's journey. Her goal never changed: establish a Female Justice League!
Star City was her chosen base for the future Female League.
Star City's economy prospered. Under Moira's eight years of governance, population exceeded eleven million—now a super-city. With the Green Arrow team shutting down petty thieves, Star City's public security consistently topped national rankings.
Star City's transportation was extremely convenient, resources abundant—shopping, leisure, entertainment all first-rate. Plus, this was her stronghold.
Thea's positioning for the Female League wasn't combat-focused. Let male heroes handle dirty, smelly villains like Clayface and Killer Croc!
"You're really establishing such an organization? Haha." Diana looked at Thea's three-day research project—the "charter document"—and laughed. "Isn't the roster a bit long? The League only has seven including us, but your list..." She laughed while asking.
Thea leaned against her shoulder, murmuring dreamily, "How could it be? With our connections, gathering everyone to play around—they'll basically all come."