He was late.

J’onn was never late, always punctual; a habit of his he never broke. And yet, five minutes had passed since the two of you agreed to meet up. And then—

Recognized; Martian Manhunter, 07.

J’onn stepped through the zeta-tube, something… furry nestled into his arms. It purred as he raised a green, humanoid hand to pet its ears. A cat.

“I apologize for my tardiness. There was a… minor delay.”