Looking for help (in all the wrong places?)
Donna Troy had a bit of a problem. She was trapped outside of time and space, cut off from her own home, which had become a warped version of itself. As the Multiversal Historian, keeper of the Orb of History, she could see anywhere in her multiverse and numerous others. But she couldn't leave the "Ghostworld," and she couldn't communicate directly with her own multiverse, though she'd reached a couple of others like it. She needed to find a way to overcome these problems so she could set things right.
The knowledge she had in the Orb's databanks was insufficient (and there was so much of it she couldn't sort through it anyway, even with the skills she'd gained from Harbinger). There had to be someone who could help her. Someone who had hands-on experience with dimensional technology... Of course. And he knew Wally, who seemed to have disappeared entirely from her own multiverse, and had the weird sort of respect for him that Rogues do for Flashes. But, could she trust him? No. Of course not. Not if she didn't have anything to bargain with. Of course, knowledge can have considerable value, and that was something she had plenty of...
"Okay, here goes nothing," she muttered to herself.
A face suddenly appears on the Mirror Master's computer screen. It's Donna Troy, better known as Troia, but there's something different about her. Namely, her eyes. She has slitted pupils, like a cat's. Someone who's versed in obscure superhero history might find those eyes familiar...
