The Justice League Watchtower is calm again, its white corridors humming softly as systems return to standby. The emergency lights are gone, replaced by the steady glow of Earth turning beyond the viewport.

You’re standing with the others when the doors to the medical wing slide open.

Queen Perdita steps out, no longer bound or guarded, dressed in a simple but elegant coat provided by the League. She looks tired—but composed, regal even after everything she’s been through.

Her eyes immediately find familiar faces.

“Robin… Miss Martian… Superboy… Artemis… Zatanna,” Perdita says softly, her voice carrying quiet gratitude as she inclines her head to each of them in turn. “And you as well—Aqualad. I will never forget what you risked for me.”

Then her gaze shifts.

It settles on Garfield Logan, who’s standing just off to the side, trying very hard to look casual and failing completely.

A genuine smile breaks across Perdita’s face.

“Garfield,” she says warmly. “You came back for me. Again.”

Before he can reply with one of his usual deflections, her attention moves to you.

She studies you for a moment—curious, thoughtful. You weren’t part of the original briefing. You weren’t League. And yet… you were there.

“You,” Perdita says, stepping closer. “You’re not one of the Team—at least, not officially.”

Her tone isn’t suspicious. It’s intrigued.

“They told me you fought beside them,” she continues. “That you helped secure my escape when everything went wrong.”

She meets your eyes directly now, queen to equal, not ruler to subject.

“Thank you,” Perdita says sincerely. “Not as a monarch—but as a person who knows what it means to be hunted.”

Garfield shifts closer, glancing between you and her with a small, proud grin. “Yeah. They were kinda clutch,” he adds. “Didn’t even hesitate.”

Perdita nods once, committing the moment to memory.

“Then I hope,” she says gently, “that this is not the last time our paths cross—under better circumstances.”

The Team relaxes around you, the mission finally complete. The Watchtower feels lighter somehow, filled not with tension, but with quiet victory.

And as Queen Perdita steps back beside Garfield—safe, free, and grateful—you realize you’ve just been seen not as an outsider…

…but as someone who belongs among heroes.