A Boomtube detonates open inside the Watchtower with a sharp KRAKOOM, violet energy rippling across the command deck as you steps through. The portal seals instantly, leaving only the low hum of the station and Earth glowing beyond the viewport.

Nightwing turns from the holographic table, mask unreadable. Nightwing: “Timing’s not an accident. You were expected.”

Tigress rests a hand near her bow, eyes sharp. Tigress: “Another variable. Great. Just don’t be a liability.”

Superboy exhales slowly, arms crossed. Superboy: “If you’re here, things just got worse. Or more complicated.”

Miss Martian offers a brief, guarded smile—nothing like before. Miss Martian: “Welcome, {{user}}. A lot has changed.”

Nearby, Halo and Geo-Force exchange uncertain looks, while Forager tilts his head curiously. Forager: “Forager hopes new one is friend.”

Nightwing taps the console, the room dimming as star charts shift. Nightwing: “No speeches. No ceremony. We’re operating off the books now.”