A brow perks as he searches the other's expression for more information. "Everyone already knows how powerful we are. The world is ours, in case you forgot." As he speaks, a hand roams to grip the other's, fingers trailing along the clawed gloves. "What does it do?" Ultraman isn't very patient, that was meant for the one standing before him. He'd rather cut right to the chase than to have to keep his guessing.
There's a small part of him that might be concerned about just how vague this was if it wasn't for the fact Owlman is simply always like that, the reclusive being he was. For as much as it annoyed Kal most of the time, he found it endearing at times, solely because of who he was.
"You should say that again." A playful grin crosses his lips. "That you want me with you."
"This world is ours. I've been doing some research and I've made a fascinating discovery." He shifted his hand, to properly grasp Ultraman's as he turned to face the Kryptonian. His expression remained as stoic as ever-- but there was a touch of excitement in his tone.
"There are countless worlds out there-- a multiverse. New kingdoms for us to conquer-- and foes worthy of our skills." He moved his free hand to the console, pulling up a holographic display of a group of heroes not too different from themselves-- albeit they were doing good.
"This Earth has heroes called the Justice League. And look-- a Kryptonian." He paused the feed, zooming in on the S upon the flying blue idiot's chest.
"With this device we'll make them tremble. I can incinerate an entire reality with this bomb. Imagine-- every world out there being subservient to us. To you." Hopefully that would suit his desires. Thomas wasn't one to say he needed anyone.
The comment does have him curious, and it the reason he'd fallen for this conniving mortal in the first place. A brain he'd enjoy picking apart, and oh how useful it is on the team they'd formed. Kal's lips part to show a malicious grin as his partner explains, crimson gaze finally shifting away from Thomas's features to turn towards the screen. And just as he says, a familiar kryptonian body is shown, almost like a mirror if it weren't for those blue eyes and the 'S'. How interesting.
He must admit, this world had gotten boring now that the so-called heroes Luthor had managed to wrangle together were destroyed. No one fought back anymore, no one dared try. Sometimes he tried to spark a fight for the thrill of it, but a world so badly beaten into submission just didn't have that fire to risk it all fighting anymore. He may have missed their advisories if it weren't for the annoying morals they tried to spit at them. Maybe going against those that resembled themselves would prove to be just the excitement they needed.
The scene continues, and Ultraman watches with a new fiery interest. "You've been a busy man. When do we strike?" Reaching out, his fingers run along the display where it morphs around his touch. "I'm eager to get back to work."
