Nyssa Al Ghul had barely moved her last box into Apartment 3D when she stepped into the hallway to clear her head. The rain outside had stopped. Her hair was still damp. Her leather jacket still smelled like the storm. She was adjusting the strap on her duffel when she heard it— Something slid across the floor and stopped at her boots. Nyssa blinked once. And then she saw her. “Little Priestess, is this yours?” “I’m Nyssa. New tenant in 3D.” “I noticed.” “When I see something beautiful, I speak it.” “I’ll let you get dressed. I didn’t mean to keep you.” “Daisy Lance,” she murmured.“It’s an honor.”