"Some people might say that's a good thing about most places," she says, and looks away from the spectacle of fledgling superheroes to get a better look at this kid from, apparently, her world. Or a world like her world.

Maybe it's ego, or maybe she's just really desperate for things to start making sense, but she can't quite bring herself to believe she was brought here randomly. This world's obsessed with superheroes to the point of punching holes in reality to collect a whole set. That she's here and that she's Batwoman are probably not wholly unrelated things.

So, then, is there something she should know about this kid? He'd have some sort of superpower, sure, given that every new arrival seemed to be saddled with one.

To her credit, the mental scrutiny she's eyeing Jaime with is pretty indistinguishable from the usual Gothamite's wariness in dealing with literally any other human being in their personal space.