<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/smallville/images/0/0d/Martian_Manhunter_DCNU_2235808-martian_manhunter.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/186?cb=20130105235723)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Martian Manhunter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>10/26/17 | 3:00 AM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Catwoman<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Medical Aid<br/><hr/><br/>J'onn had made his way to the medical unit as soon as Fate had mentioned it, keeping in contact with Kent at all times when he was on the Watchtower. The two had a wordless communication, a two way path between their minds. Patching up Ms. Kyle's wounds would be easy enough for him, and he was confident he could be more precise than any surgery she could have performed on herself. That and she was one of the recruits he did not already know particularly well, so he appreciated the opportunity to meet her and introduce himself.<br/><br/>He waited calmly, standing just a little ways from the teleportation device, until she arrived. The room he was in was large enough to treat maybe half a dozen patients at once, and closely connected to the room Barry Allen was recovering in. The room itself was starkly white and very clinical in its appearance, designed for cleanliness and efficiency. One of the first things apparent was the absolute lack of any scent, not even of cleaning chemicals, due to the Martian technology keeping the air perfectly filtered. He hoped she'd be fine with the nature of the place, and would show her to sit on one of the chairs to examine her injury. When she arrived he greeted her with a smile, although it was offset by his towering frame.<br/><br/><strong>"Hello, Ms. Kyle. I am J'onn J'onnz. Kent tells me you're injured, I hope you're not in excessive pain"</strong>His voice was perfectly level, calm and soothing, although it wouldn't have sounded out of place as the voice of an AI or robot, close to something synthesized than human.