"It's magic. Trust me on that. One of my archenemies that kept popping up every few years to be a pain in my butt like the world's most annoying whack-a-mole was the immortal court magician of some old pharoah." God, the Sphinx was a pain in his ass and the only thing that had ever made it worth the aggravation of dealing with him was using his time-meddling to pull the girl he loved out of the timestream so she never faced her death. "My world's chock full of it and even despite some of the smartest eggheads in my world studying it, it still can't be entirely understood. There's magic in this world, too, apparently, so we have that little joy to look forward to. Hooray."

He'd been reading up on some of the Legion's old adventures and apparently this world was no different than his in having magical enemies -- and heroes.

"How old are you, anyway? And how long you been at the hero thing?" A pause. "I figure it has to be a hero thing 'cause you don't exactly seem the mustache-twirling villain type."