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[There's a deep, throaty voice coming through. Can you hear her? She has a wry voice with a dry tone.] Well, Nura, this is another fine situation you've gotten into... Death wasn't enough for you, so now you're here...and talking to yourself. ...I'm as bad as Querl.

[There is a sighing sound, as Nura adjusts her mood.] So then...I am stuck here. For sure. Although, I do believe, not for long. Sorry to disappoint everyone of the beautiful land of... [she seems to be fighting the urge to scoff.] Garden.

But the Legion needs me back home and my husband will blow up the Lab Complex again if I'm not there to make Lyle monitor him. So if you [she seems to be talking to someone near her - probably the cat] could please direct me to the way home, I won't be a bother.

[A long pause, followed by Nura sighing, resigned.] Well, fine. I guess I can stay a little while you aren't giving me much of a choice if only because I can't get my flight ring to communicate with home, or else, I'd be gone.

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It's as if we are in a really bad fairy tale.

Last week, she turned us into scaly monsters, and the power of love and/or opening our hearts saved us.

About a month ago, she trapped us in a snowstorm with monsters. Guess what?

The power of teamwork won the day that time.

So then, it's a never-ending hellish lesson we must endure where she attempts to teach us about love?

I'm sorry. But did I fall into Cliche Land?

Yup. Looks like you took a wrong turn on the way to Disneyworld.

I can hear Querl laughing his nass off right now. The smug zorker...

So. On the subject of your male pronoun there.

Anyone tell you that we're lacking in the testosterone department? And by lacking, I mean it's pretty much banned.

I'm not much bothered by that, on the fact that, I'm married, and the other fact being, I could use a break from the nasshat boys that I call my teammates.

Teammates?

Are you into sports?

More like super-heroics.

Hi. My my name is Nura Nal-Dox, Dream Girl of the Legion of Super-Heroes. Nice to meet you.

Superheroes? Y'mean like Supergirl?

Mhmmm.

Of the 31st century.

Wait, wait. You're a future superhero? Man, my encyclopaedia probably doesn't go that far forward.

The Legion has had that reaction before.

Huh, well. The name's Stephanie Brown, firmly of the 21st century.

Unless I start time travelling in addition to universe hopping, of course.

Well I don't think--wait.

Stephanie Brown?

Er. Yes?

Ohmygod, please don't tell me that one of my great-great-great-great-etc-grandkids did something really stupid.

You're in a history book. Back home.

Okay, preparing to be really creeped out in five, four, three, two—

What the hell? Also, is this a conversation we should be having in public? Er, pulic-ish?

Why? I won't reveal who you are. That goes against the code.

Saying that you won't reveal who I am suggests that there's something to reveal! Which there isn't! At all!

Suuuuuuuure.

There are like twenty-four Stephanie Browns in Gotham, y'know.

Who just said what you said, in, I quote, a worried, very concerned voice of "saying that you won't reveal who I am suggests that there's something to reveal. Added to "which there isn't!"

As plain as a blush on a child's face.

Okay. So a Stephanie Brown is in a history book. How'd she die?

That's not— I mean, don't answer that. Ever.

I won't.

It's as bad as asking how I died.

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