<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;"> Blood, Language </span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">After seating herself, both occupants focused on the plighted irritant trickling ruddy plasma; hardly was it a time for anything else. Transfixed staring attempts to watch, though lids shut as gnawing ache scratches at nerves. Her body remains in its frozen stance, doing well to keep respiration calm amidst surgery. <br/><br/><strong>"Ah, yes, and that's good to know--<em>TSSS!</em>"</strong> Teeth clamp shut but seething hiss does well to slip free. Gripping hold tightens on the chair's arm, perhaps abetting the pain when the muscle goes taut.  Visage instantly veers, peering with a thousand yard stare to draw thought from throbbing agony. In peripheral vision, there's a change, a flicker of reality that warps as if trying to fit within the present dimension. Dizzying but it had been some time since she had nourishment, sleep, and suffered slight blood loss thanks to a pompous asshat now in custody. Stewing over prior misfortune, the time passes quickly until he shifts to deposit the now thread-like bullet onto the tray, flitting from it to the sympathetic countenance of J'onn before settling on the latter as his hand raises. <br/><br/>The sterile package summoned by what looks to be only the mind soars through the air. Selina watches, amused at the simplicity of it all.  <br/><br/>Nodding, she responds smiling like a cat having been spoiled by treats, she almost giggles at the phrase. <strong>"Sure. Thank you. So, ahh, this <em>Martian nature</em> allows you to change your size and... telekinesis? Or maybe reconstruct metals a certain way? The exact science of it would probably elude me, especially right now." </strong><br/><br/>Keenly observing the dressing of her upper arm, she listens diligently to his vocalization. <br/></span></span>