The Watchtower felt cold as ever, the conversations between heroes passing by through the halls remained a continuous buzz in the back of your mind as you looked out through one of the large windows.

You couldn’t help but feel eyes on you, however; an ever-present gaze resting on the back of your head. A glance around the room told you there was no danger, just… J’onn. He blinked when you met his gaze.

“My apologies— I understand human culture dictates that staring is considered… rude.”