She seemed to be listening, even seemed to be understanding, until Sinestro mentioned Wayne Enterprises funding the Watchtower, and then all comprehension seemed to go out the window.  "<em>Wayne</em>," she growled, and if there was any more loathing she could put into that word, one certainly couldn't tell it.<br/><br/>She leaned heavily against the wall, shaking her head clear of the dizziness and the ringing.  She needed painkillers and an oxygen mask, and soon, but she was far more used to fighting on her feet half-dead than she was not.  One of these days, she was going to have to upgrade her bioware to include air filters in her lungs, and nanobots to repair damage as it happened.<br/><br/>She saw the others gathered in the room then, some she knew, others she didn't.  The vast and varied differences between those present and those she knew in passing in her... home dimension?... was astounding, and went further than Sinestro's words could have to convince her she really wasn't She had to squint to identify Kara-El, this version of her was so different, so proud.  So free.  Luthor kept both Kara-El and Kal-El on very short leashes, complete with collars, so there was no chance that this woman was the one she knew.<br/><br/>"I should be fine when my lungs clear," she rasped, then cleared her throat and coughed again.  But Sinestro had already run off, shouting about more wounds and creating a yellow stretcher out of thin air.  "Huh..." was her clever response.<br/><br/>And then she saw who he was running to.  The Bat, in all his smug, arrogant glory.  Her eyes narrowed and a hand went to the quiver at her side, fingers brushing the fletching of one of her explosive arrows.   The thought occured to her, bolstered by the fact that this Bat seemed<em>different</em>in costume and demeanour to her age-old foe, that perhaps this wasn't her world's Bat.  Her hand eased away from her quiver.  She would keep an eye on him for now.<br/><br/>She turned and began making her way to the medical bay.  Though she'd never been in this facility before, she had spent half a lifetime crawling through Wayne Enterprises labs and operations, and Wayne was nothing if not a stickler for the tried and true.  Dimensions didn't matter; some things never changed, and Wayne was one of those things.