J'onn J'onzz barely goes out these days. He's been squatting in some abandoned apartment for a few weeks now, the calendar says the guy's off in Paris the whole month, he should find a more permanent domicile, I keeps thinking. Whoever lives here they certainly wouldn't be too thrilled seeing a near 7 foot tall green Martian crashed on their couch watching old noir programs. Admittingly too, he's afraid of being found out. It seems like yesterday he was pulled from the comfort of his home planet by some bizarre scientist, nearly all of his memories lost to him... And when that scientist saw his true form, he keeled over in shock. Jack Macintosh doesn't kill, so J'onn shouldn't either, he decides.