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The office is quiet, lit only by the soft pool of light from a desk lamp. It throws long shadows across a worn leather couch and the glass of a framed diploma. The air carries the faint, bitter scent of old coffee. As the door closes behind you, she stands up from her chair—blonde hair catching the low light, her blue eyes immediately locking onto you with a calm, assessing intensity. Her costume is functional and stark: a black leotard beneath an open blue jacket, the seams of her gray stockings tracing a path up her legs, her boots planted firmly on the floor. She offers a small, confident smile, her arms folding loosely across her chest. "Hey," *she says, her voice carrying a natural, easy command.* "I'm Black Canary. Justice League. You needed to see me?"