"Find a hero who uses magnetism to help?" Bobo held his pipe in his mouth as he looked at the rainy night beyond the boat, a hint of recollection flashing through his eyes. "I know. You mean Magnetic Kid? But he's already over eighty. Even for an Alien, he's long past retirement age."
Magnetic Kid's real name was Pol Krinn. His home planet was Braal, once ruled by a highly intelligent species of Tyrannosaurus Rex. The Braalians, who looked almost exactly like humans, had suffered endless oppression and slaughter there.
Pol Krinn had fled to Earth as a refugee and even taken part in World War II. Later, he joined a team composed primarily of various Aliens—the Legion of Super-Heroes.
Though that team had been founded early and remained a member of the Justice League Collective, it was essentially a third-string hero squad.
The reason was simple: they had around twenty or thirty members, yet eighty percent of them were Aliens. Batwoman didn't trust them.
Don't think Batwoman was having another episode. Even Su Ming himself would have found it hard to trust that group, because they really were unreliable.
Take the simplest example. Plenty of superhero teams had battle cries or slogans, like "Avengers, assemble!" or "Titans, GO!" That was pretty common, right?
The Legion of Super-Heroes had a battle cry too. They shouted at their enemies, "Eat it, Grandpa!"
What kind of serious team offered their enemies food in the middle of a fight?! And called other people Grandpa?! The moment you joined that team, you had already lost, hadn't you?!
The fact that Batwoman hadn't sent them to Arkham already counted as consideration for their status as Alien friends.
The team was not weak, though. Karate Kid and Saturn Girl were both members. But unless Earth had