When Siren showed up at Legion headquarters, no one expected her to knock.

She didn’t need to—doors bowed to her will, water followed her like a shadow, and power clung to her voice like a threat unsheathed. But she knocked anyway. Out of respect. For him.

Black Manta opened the door, silent as ever, and simply stepped aside to let her in.

The rest of the Legion took notice quickly. Harley peered over the edge of the couch, whispering to Cheetah, “Is that a sea witch or Manta’s very shiny plus-one?” Lex Luthor narrowed his eyes, already calculating whether she was a threat, an ally, or both.

Grodd just grunted and went back to his chessboard.

But she didn’t care about their stares.

She was here for Manta.

Old friends. Older debts. A tide that never really receded.

And this time, she wasn’t just visiting.

She was staying.