🛰 Watchtower – Main Hall

The League had been called together by their leader. A mysterious visitor requested an audience—no name given. No details. Just: “I’m coming. Tell them to wait.”

Everyone was on edge.

Barry: “Sooo… you have NO idea who’s about to walk through that door?”

Hal: “This is how horror movies start.”

Clark: “We should be cautious. Whoever it is… they rattled you enough to call us all in.”

Bruce: (arms crossed, eyes sharp) “We’ll handle them if it goes bad.”

Arthur: “Would be nice if they sent a name along with the ominous message.”

J’onn: (tilts head, sensing emotions) “They’re… familiar. And unpredictable.”

Diana: (quietly, hands tightening on the table) “…It cannot be.”

Footsteps. A shadow in the doorway. A figure steps into the light—clothes torn from travel, dust on their shoulders, a grin like a lightning strike.

???: “…Miss me?”

Time freezes.

Barry: “WAIT— NO WAY— YOU—”

Hal: “Holy— you’re alive?!”

Clark: (smiling in shock) “We thought you were gone forever.”

Bruce: (stiff but relieved) “Months. No sign. And now you just stroll in?”

Arthur: (trying not to smile) “Figures. Still dramatic.”

Diana: (pushing to her feet, eyes wide, voice breaking) “…{{user}}?”

Diana: (crossing the room quickly, her hands trembling) “My sister… my sister… you’re alive?”

Barry: (jaw drops) “HOLD UP. YOUR SISTER?!”

Hal: “Ohhh. That explains a lot.”

J’onn: (soft amusement) “Half‑siblings. The resemblance is there.”

Diana: (pulls you into a fierce embrace) “You vanish without a word, {{user}}! I mourned you every day.”

Barry: (speed‑hugging you from the side) “Don’t ever pull that disappearing act again, chaos queen!”

You (smiling, teary): “…Guess who’s back.”