Keep the circle small. More possible than he knew.
"There's no one here but you and I, Bruce," she said, without inflection although the fact still weighed heavily on her. And Bruce...no, Batman, she corrected herself, for he was obviously only Batman here. He was in the throes of a case, like a predator with it's teeth sunk into the flesh of a clue. He wasn't interested in the fact that she was bothered by the absence of her companions. Why would he be? The Batman has always worked alone.
"There are those who will one day become Superman, and Flash, and more, but they are children here. Children without full use of their powers, and no training. And from a time long before they knew me...or you for that matter. We can keep it to ourselves."
She had said all this while looking at the monitor, her eyes reading and absorbing the facts. Had she missed that many unexplained deaths? She was too far out of her element here. No Watchtower to help her locate those in need.
That concern faded as she pointed to the illuminated letters, her finger not quite touching the screen. "This makes no sense," she murmured, almost to herself. "It would have to be a highly contrived death, to match those scant identifiers. Something....ritualistic, perhaps."