Superman is dead.
Thalassa had known, the first time that she had heard the news from her sister, that everything would change now. The world had looked to him, and to herself, as symbols of hope. She had been around longer yes, but Superman, Clark, had done more in the short time that he was there then she ever had. Bigger scale at least. Thalassa had always stuck to the coastal cities, and cities with easy access water ways. Water was her strength, of course she would go where she was needed, but the water always centered her, allowed her to stay grounded and not get too caught up in all the darkness of the world. It kept her from taking things too far and slipping into the void. The void, that was her weakness.
Superman was dead and Thalassa was doing her best to keep hope alive for the world, doing her best to show them that there was still someone out there fighting for goodness. It helped when her sister finally started to step up as well. Then of course there was Batman, but he never left Gotham much. Which Thalassa understood that was a big enough job. There were also the reports she got in Central City, of a red streak, stepping up and helping the police.
Then there were the reports of a man helping fishing villages and distressed ships. She knew of course that this was him. So she retracted herself from the sea, so as to let him find his place and stuck to the land.
She owned a chain of the most popular clubs across the world. She had one in just about every major city and as she travelled to check on each establishment she dug into the crime and cleaned up where she could. She had charities across the country working to clean up the streets, and the ocean mainly and she donated large sums to help the less fortunate and the youth.
She was in Gotham visiting her club, Riptide, when she felt the shift in the air. It left a foul taste in her mouth and so she set out to discover the source. She watched from the rooftop as Batman dangled a criminal off the roof. She continued to watch as a demon like creature with wings and glowing red eyes began to attack the hero, prepared to step in should he need the assistance. When the fight was done and the demon gone she stepped from the shadows.
Batman's eyes scanned over the woman. She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans, and a tank top a stylish leather jacket thrown over top. Her eyes were a shade of blue he had never seen before and she wore a shimmering gold trident pendant around her neck.
"Trident." He acknowledged. Thalassa smirked and nodded in greeting.
"Hello Bruce, let's cut the dancing and just get straight to the point. You may call me Thalassa; we both know you already know the truth." Bruce nodded.
"Why are you here?" Thalassa stepped closer and took a seat along the edge of the building.
"It appears we have an invasion on our hands. That was a scout." Bruce nodded already having concluded that himself.
"What do you know of three boxes? Strange markings?" Thalassa sighed.
"I know that what comes next is much more than you and I alone can handle. We will need a team."
"I think I have some candidates. Care to help round them up?" Thalassa sighed and stood.
"I think that may be a job for my sister, I have to go, I need to be sure the boxes are safe." Bruce rose an eyebrow.
"You know where they are? What are they?"
"I know where two of them are, and only one is accessible to me. Speak to Diana, she can give you the information you need. I must go."
"Diana? Your sister?" Thalassa nodded.
"Yes, tell her I will see her soon." She turned and stepped onto the ledge. "There's a village in Iceland, a man brings them fish during the King's Tide. That is tonight. If you go now you may just be able to catch him."
"Him who?"
"Arthur Curry. The Aquaman." With that Thalassa jumped from the building landing on the ground she turned and headed for the harbor. It was time to return to Atlantis.