Go undercover to the prison and figure things out…

“If the Ultimawomen hold true to form, they’ll stay low for three months at least, which means we have an opportunity. They always escape from prison and we need to know how. A few alterations and you could go in as Ultimamom and figure it out!” Ultraboy suggested, for, well, all sorts of reasons.

“But—“

“And with the Ultimawomen out of the way for at least the next couple of months, we’d get a chance to really test if I can be the protector of the city, with you still around to act as backup, if you need to. We’ll give you an emergency beacon, so if anything goes wrong, you can signal me, or I can signal you and you can come get me, or I can get you,” Ultraboy rushed to explain.

“That’s a great idea!” Ultramom said. “I’ll get the stuff for a disguise right now, you get a beacon, then you can run me down to the prison, just like I was really Ultimamom! I even have a copy of her outfit in the trophy room, be a dear and get it, will you?”

“Of course,” Ultraboy agreed, concealing his nervousness regarding returning to the trophy room.

“Oh, and get the remote hacking device we grabbed from Techman and get into the prison’s security system, so you can watch over me, okay?” Ultramom said. “We’ll set it up to activate at a safeword, so you know what you’re getting yourself into. Wouldn’t want to invade the prisoner’s privacy…”

Ultraboy nodded, his voice suddenly gone at the thought of watching over his busty mother in the supervillain prison and wondering what he would see, especially as he had no intention of programming in such a limitation. It was almost enough to distract him from his mother’s sudden willingness to use her trophies as more than mere mementos. He grabbed a beacon that would escape the prison’s search, then headed down to the trophy room.