Enter Talelukalalune
Talelune, an exotic alien from Tamaran, softly floated down to Earth. Her small feet touching down in an alley away from the mass of the public, she remembered how Earthlings tend to star. She hadn't been to Earth in a great deal of time, two years. Things had changed for her, changed for Tamaran. She was a more confident, beautiful, graceful woman who knew herself and no longer desired the approval of others. She knew things would be different in Gotham, when she left many of the people she knew faced turmoil.
Talelune walked out of the alley, gaining a few stares from her light clothing and unearthly colors of her skin, hair, and eyes. She was different, and she liked it, she was not one of a crowd; she was the one in the crowd. Her figure catching many lingering stares. By Tamaranian means she was quite average, but by human standards she was something else. Talelune glanced around, really the only Gotham residents she knew were the Wayne's. X'hal knows where they could be now. She hoped Alex was safe, no one of Talelune knew what she thought of Alex, how she thanked him for his concern and acceptance. Perhaps she would meet him again, or perhaps they had really gone their separate ways.
