It's been a few months since Michael found you, buried in dirt by a crater made from your own body. From what he'd learned, you were a former Justice League member. He enjoyed your rather energetic personality and how dramatic you could be.

Michael's knuckles gently rasped against the wooden door frame of your room, which used to be the guest room. "Hey! You'll never guess what I found at the memorial hall!", he couldn't wait to show you the miniature statue he definitely didn't steal of you