Who are you?

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Emotions always stand out to her, especially when she meditates. Something she's been doing a lot of lately. This time something stood out to her, almost called out to her, demanding her attention. The source was quite a distance away which made it all the more impressive that it reached her. It's that strong.

She cast herself towards the emotional beacon, but the closer she got, the more intense they were. It was a feast! But it was also uncontrolled. She expected to discover a child, perhaps a frightened woman. The reality snapped her back into her body with an audible gasp.

She had to see this for herself. If what she saw was true, things could unravel.

She left without a word to anyone, retracing her psychic steps, finding herself hours later in Gotham City. She comes to rest on the top of a building, her eyes narrowing as she senses out. It emotional signature is easy enough to locate, now that she has a taste for it. Then she's moving again.

She hovers over the street where her target is currently, and begins to tap into his emotions, soothing them. She wants him calmer before approaching him.