Shayera is sitting in the Midway Public Library, as the encrypted messaged requested. She blends in because of Batman's new cloaking device.

She glances to her right and then to her left, but no one she recognizes is near.

"You need to be careful," her own voice states, but the sound didn't come from her throat.

"What are you doing here?" she asks when she spots her alternate self in a blonde wig and glasses.

"They still don't trust you. You are not one of the six, one of the three, one of the two, or Superman."

Shayera's eyes widen.