It was odd how much Diana enjoyed the cold weather up near the North Pole, considering that she was from a tropical paradise where the weather was never anything less but perfect - the perfect amount of sun, the perfect amount of rain, the perfect everything.
But this place had its own beauty as well, and a warmth and a camaraderie that made Diana think fondly of both home and the JLA Watchtower. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked up into the night sky. Back home, if one was lucky, there were certain nights that you could still see the Watchtower hanging in the sky, regardless of whether or not it was still in use by the League. We'd been through so many changes in such a short amount of time, she thought. Of course, we all had. Kal. Bruce. Dinah. Hal. None of us had an easy time, did we? And then... She blinked. Memory fragments, things that were just out of her reach, flittered across her thoughts for a moment. Odd.
Diana turned at J'onn's familiar timbre, offering her old friend a smile so bright that it could have powered up a dead sun. She strode up to him, ready to hug him, but stopped short. Something flitted over her expression for a second - uncertainty, perhaps - because something about J'onn seemed just the slightest bit different.
"It's good to see you as well, friend," she said. "Any incarnation of you." Well, except perhaps from one of the Earths where the League was inexplicably evil. That did not seem to be the case here, though. Finally, she did give J'onn that hug. In an odd way, that they were from different worlds put them on common ground in a way that being from different points of the same timeline didn't.
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But this place had its own beauty as well, and a warmth and a camaraderie that made Diana think fondly of both home and the JLA Watchtower. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked up into the night sky. Back home, if one was lucky, there were certain nights that you could still see the Watchtower hanging in the sky, regardless of whether or not it was still in use by the League. We'd been through so many changes in such a short amount of time, she thought. Of course, we all had. Kal. Bruce. Dinah. Hal. None of us had an easy time, did we? And then... She blinked. Memory fragments, things that were just out of her reach, flittered across her thoughts for a moment. Odd.
Diana turned at J'onn's familiar timbre, offering her old friend a smile so bright that it could have powered up a dead sun. She strode up to him, ready to hug him, but stopped short. Something flitted over her expression for a second - uncertainty, perhaps - because something about J'onn seemed just the slightest bit different.
"It's good to see you as well, friend," she said. "Any incarnation of you." Well, except perhaps from one of the Earths where the League was inexplicably evil. That did not seem to be the case here, though. Finally, she did give J'onn that hug. In an odd way, that they were from different worlds put them on common ground in a way that being from different points of the same timeline didn't.