<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/746DLPB.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>NAME:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Catwoman</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>LOCATION:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Watchtower </span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>DATE/TIME:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> 10/26/17 | 3:00 AM</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>TAGGING:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> J'onn</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">        <strong>CONTENT:</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> -</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Call it human instinct. Eyne close and when the hazy change of color filters through eyelids, lashes flutter open. Narrowed virescent hues focus on likened shade nearly to the same green, it sheathes musculature like a second skin or perhaps it was just that? Visage cants in silent questioning, drifting upward to fully measure J'onn's height; heads above her own. For a moment no sassy chime splits petals, they remain fixated on their plush line unlike the welcoming smile greeting her by name. <br/><br/><strong>"<em>Huh?</em>" </strong>Maw gapes prior to snapping shut promptly. <strong>"Oh! It isn't anything I haven't encountered before."</strong><br/><br/>Shoulders shrug nonchalantly, sending a pulse of pain downward along her arm. Sharp inhalation nears a hiss, tension seemingly overwhelming before it too flows away and she relaxes. Stepping from the device of quick travel, Selina glances once more at it then swivels her head towards the giant once more. <br/><br/><strong>"I'm sorry to bother you so late, J'onn."</strong> <em>Kent?</em> Racing thoughts intend to connect the dots of who and how, and at best she can only assume he means Lucky, otherwise known as Fate. <strong>"I didn't interrupt you?" </strong><br/><br/>Vision flits, keenly peering elsewhere around them at the medical bay pristinely clean and technologically state of the art. Everything appeared new, though the smell of disinfectant was nowhere to be found. In fact, there were no lingering aromas to be found except for her own. Her nose wrinkles, bringing youthful features to the forefront. </span></span>