Batman had heard Sinestro after him, but still proceeded to enter the JLA's meeting room.  When Sinestro entered accompanied by the Enigma, Batman pointed to a the Green Lantern's seat and firmly stated:<strong> "Sit down."</strong>He loathed himself immediately for being... arrogant, but some habits are inherited, and those are the most difficult to destroy.<br/><br/>The JLA's meeting room was where all of the tactical decisions were made.  It's odd, but whenever he saw the table, he was reminded of when he was a child, looking up in awe at Hawkman and Green Arrow arguing on the semantics of anticipated conclusions.  They were so... passionate about their message.  He remembered Wonder Woman's peaceful arbitration, Ray Palmer's wise insertions, and the Bat-Man's terrible scowl.  That had haunted him.  The scowl.<br/><br/>He looked at himself in the table's reflection, and saw that scowl beneath the cowl and he was himself startled.  Not because he was frightful, but because he looked so much like him.  The man he had never wanted to be, he now was.  The man that his colleagues had constantly warned him he was becoming, he had now become.  Batman sighed.  His inner conflict was one of the forces of nature pulling at the forces of fate.<br/><br/>Drawing a hand up, he pushed back his cowl to reveal himself not to be Bruce Wayne, but Dick Grayson.  He looked exhausted, with his hair matted on the top of his head and dry blood crusting around his left eye.  A set of piercing blue eyes settled on Sinestro, and his voice assumed a diplomatic tone.<br/><br/>"I am grateful for your attempts at medical assistance, Sinestro," Grayson said.  He had never known Sinestro as an ally, so the concept wasn't particularly comfortable. The only Lantern he had liked, after all, was Alan Scott.<br/><br/>"But your medical administration is unnecessary.  I heal quickly."  Here, a pause.  "Please, get the others.  We have a meeting to conduct and some very large shoes to fill."<br/>