No one announced her arrival.

She didn’t need it.

The League of Doom clocked her the moment she stepped into the room—quiet, confident, moving like someone who knew exactly where the exits were and how long it would take to reach them. Leather jacket instead of a cape. Eyes sharp, amused, always measuring. If Selina was a cat, then her sister was the kind that watched from the shadows and waited.

Lex raised an eyebrow first.

“So,” he said mildly, “the other Kyle.”

She smiled at that. Not friendly. Not hostile. Just knowing.

Unlike her sister, she didn’t play games for the thrill of it. No theatrics. No flirtation with heroes. She dealt in leverage, favors owed, information that could topple empires if whispered to the wrong person. She wasn’t here to steal diamonds—she was here because someone in this room had something she wanted.

And judging by the way Selina’s name lingered unspoken in the air, everyone understood the problem immediately.

Blood ties were messy. Cat Burglar royalty even more so.

The League of Doom had faced gods, aliens, and monsters without blinking.

But Selina's sister?

She was trouble in a way none of them could simply punch their way out of.