It had been a grim few weeks since Superman returned. The world was choosing sides, and Mar’i had made hers, standing not with her father in the League, but with the one man who had always believed in contingency: her 'grandfather', Bruce Wayne.

She stood now in the Outsiders' headquarters. Mar’i's boots echoed faintly as she stepped into the meeting room, her green eyes catching the figure already there.

She slowed, studying him with curiosity and a flicker of amusement. “So... you’re the one.” Her lips curved in a small, sharp smile. The son of the Batman. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Grandpa never said much. Then again, he never does.”