Diana gracefully followed him, hovering in mid-air and listening intently. There was something in him that reminded Diana of Kon-El, the teen hero known as Superboy. There was something else in him that reminded Diana of far older heroes. It was an odd mix.

"Dark gods stealing others so that they may ingest beliefs and stay relevant somehow," Diana said. "Unsurprising that some things never change, regardless of what world one is in. Who are your teammates? And what other myths have they imprisoned?" Was she wondering about the Olympian pantheon?

Possibly.