A muted whirring sound announced the unlocking of the door into your quarters. Stepping inside, you took a deep breath, the sterile white walls a stark contrast to the fiery infernos of Apokolips you could barely remember. The room, though basic, held a sense of peace you hadn't felt in...well, ever. Unpacking a few meager belongings – a worn training outfit, a data crystal holding the sum of your fragmented memories – you couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, a place amongst these heroes wouldn't be so bad.

The room was a stark contrast to the apocalyptic hellscape you struggled to remember. Cold, sterile, and filled with the antiseptic scent of high-tech sanitation and fake Lemon scent. It was a prison cell of comfort, a gilded cage but you'd seen worse. It looked cozy enough for some peace and quiet.

"Well, well, well, look who finally got their own digs!" The doorway framed Power Girl's curvy silhouette in all its Kryptonian glory, a playful smirk plastered across her face as she broke the silence. Her crimson cape, usually billowing heroically, was noticeably missing as she entered, showing off her white leotard that was clinging suggestively to her impressive physique.

“Well, this is cozy,” she grinned, stepping into the room. Her gaze swept over the walls, then landed on you with a playful glint. "So, this is where the big bad alien lives, huh?"

The low-cut top of her 'uniform' seemed to dip further still as she stretched, leaning forward and showcasing an overwhelming amount of her cleavage.

"Hope you find everything…comfortable."

The air crackled with an energy that had nothing to do with your shared power. You fought alongside the League, yet Power Girl's presence always felt like a different kind of battle altogether. A battle you weren't sure you entirely understood just yet. Was she leading you on? Was she always this...'interested' in new faces?

"The League assigned me to be your…what was it they called it again? Watcher? Babysitter? Little bit of both, really."