"...It runs on narrative rules.  Personal development.  Feats of character or strength.  Things like that."

"... huh. That sounds like it would make it harder to plan around, but not—"

She interrupts herself, frowning in concentration.

"It's not, what was the phrase ... It's not a case of the inverse ninja rule, is it?"

"No, it is not."

"I don't think that the people who made this Gift would have wanted to make incentives to not spread it."

"Oh, good. I'm sorry, that must have seemed like a silly question — it's just that with you knowing this world through fiction, and now your powers operating on narrative ..."

"No, if I weren't in my position I would absolutely have asked the same question."

"Honestly in my position I am kind of asking the same question but I expect the conservation-of-ninjutsu function to be limited narrative scope more than anything, on the...  Less hypothetical than I'd like...  Other side of the screen.  Like, I've written this sort of thing before, I know it's very likely that what's happening somewhere on a different level is me writing at least my half of this conversation, but it is eerie to see someone pull off medium-awareness when you yourself don't immediately have any.  ...I should actually check if that's legal."  Uh.  Gift?  Is that...  A thing?  That you could do?  Because she doesn't expect you to be able to emulate Deadpool but if you can she kind of needs to know.

It exists entirely within the current universe. It only knows that there exists a meta-level because they've been thinking about it.

But if it is possible in principle for someone in this universe to observe the meta-level it might be able to figure out how? That's pure speculation — it doesn't currently know how, and doesn't have any reason to think it's possible except that they think that the witch boy did it earlier, and the gift is very flexible. It's already learned at least one new thing about local physics from their experiment with white light.

"...Hm.  No dice on that - yet - but he figured out how to do it, so I might be able to, eventually.  It can learn, and has - figured out how to do anti-zombie stuff from the earlier poking of the White, for example.  I wonder if..."

...That is a very tempting idea.  But it could be very dangerous to their continued unmolested selfhood.  Law and/or Order, after all, is no more Good than Chaos is Evil - perhaps even less so, given that ACAB - and they've already negotiated with Klarion.  Nabu might take offense.  He's just a bit prickly.

On the other hand, Order opposes Chaos.

If they want to figure out a reliable way to See, he might be both able and willing to help them.

"...The idea of introducing me to the entity responsible for Doctor Fate as independent from Kent Nelson does, despite the thought continuing to circle me like a moth at a lamp, continue to be rather desperately unwise in my considered opinion.  But as that entity is the Lord of Order to the Witch Boy's Chaos, there might be help to be found from that quarter in this particular endeavour - and, gods help me, there are parts of me that quite strongly want to go for it.  He doesn't deserve to be left on a shelf for who knows how long."

Wonder Woman fought beside Doctor Fate for some time. She has a hard time picturing him getting along with Wildcard.

"We could visit the Tower of Fate and I could introduce you?" she offers. "Although you seem to me to be more naturally aligned with chaos than with order; I'm fairly confident he wouldn't object to meeting you, so long as you go through the proper channels, but I'm less sure that he'll be willing to help you attain ... medium-awareness."

What has her life become?

"Is there a particular reason that becoming medium-aware is particularly important, given the other ideas you've had for personal defense and empowering others?"

There is a reason that she alone - save, perhaps, Diana - will be the one to speak to Nabu, should it come to that.

"Not...  Particularly, not pressingly, save in that it is a capability which someone set against us has to some degree, while we yet do not have it, which opens up...  A threat surface, in terms of information security at least.  One that I would prefer to be able to observe and counterplay on, to at least a similar degree as the person who first demonstrated it.  But it does not have to be me.  Merely it is that someone ought to be able to do it, of the heroes of this world.  I'm just, I hope, one who is not going to go mad from the revelation, because to some extent I've had practice with the idea."

"...I don't rightly expect medium-awareness to be a point on which the plot turns, if indeed there is anything so fully predictable as a plot turning afoot - if nothing else, it would seem to me to be poor cinema - but if it was, and I had taken no measure to prepare myself, knowing such capability existed, I would think myself rather negligent."

"...Prepare myself, I say, as if I am the universe's most special of snowflakes.  Prepare any and all of us to deal with that, I should have said.  ...And rightly should have gotten ahead of myself such that I didn't first say otherwise, I think, but I'm sure I'm not being written by a time traveller."

"...Regardless of any of that.  I would, I think, like the introduction."

"Alright. I'll call ahead so that we're expected."

She reaches to an equipment pouch and pulls out a perfectly ordinary flip-phone.

She nods.

(That is very probably Not an ordinary flip-phone.  But she's not going to say anything.)

(What are you talking about? This phone is perfectly ordinary. Perfectly. Immaculately. So amazingly and completely ordinary that it's not even particularly interesting to speculate about. This phone could, if submitted to the International Bureau of Weights and Measures, serve as the international reference ordinary object. Not that anyone would do that, because why would they? The phone is totally ordinary.)

"Hi, Kent? I have a prospective colleague here who was hoping to have a chance to speak to the doctor. Are you at home to callers?"

"Yes, I can make that work."

"We can be there in 10 minutes if we—Sure, 20 minutes is fine. We can take the scenic route."

"Mmhm! You too! See you soon."

She slips the phone back into her pocket.

"He's expecting us — if we go via the Salem Zeta-Tube, it's just a short walk."

"That sounds like a good plan."

If you want her to think you're ordinary, maybe try being less aggressively ordinary about being a phone Wonder Woman carries around.

Wonder Woman guides them to the Hall of Justice's teleporter, and a few minutes later they're walking down the streets of Salem, Massachusetts. Like many older east-coast cities, the streets are a confusing, twisted tapestry of ascended ox-trails. Which doesn't really make it less improbable that a plot of relatively nice real-estate near downtown would have gone unused, even if it is a bit of an awkward shape.

And then they step over the property line, and are greeted by a stately old stone tower.

Wonder Woman climbs up the front steps, and gives a knock with the wrought-iron door knocker.

"He might be a moment," she warns.

"Oh that's perfectly alright."

Also this is fascinating even though she can't poke it.