You were befuddled. How in the world did this guy somehow time travel? Why were there to Barry’s—or Harry’s…whatever his name was. And how did he know you?

From Barry’s world, you were the closest person to him from the Justice League. You were Bruce’s daughter—a mini dark and brooding version of Batman. It would make sense that you didn’t know him but he had a little hope.

“Look. I just need your help. The {{user}} from my world would do it in a heartbeat.” He has a slight smile at the end of his sentence.