Inspired by Nancy Brown's "Role of a Lifetime" and BillA1's "And the Oscar goes to..."
(Warning: "Ancient History" spoiler. Also, this isn't as deviant as the other authors' drabbles because I'm a sap...)
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She bit into her breakfast wrap as Batman sat down at her table.
He sipped his coffee.
If Shayera hadn't swapped lives with this dimension's traitor, she'd be convinced he was the same Bruce who had saved her life the night her husband died.
She swallowed. "There really are fifty-seven different 'I hate Hawkgirl' web rings?"
"Surprised?"
"Not really."
Superman had condemned sites of that nature only months after the death of President Luthor.
Shayera remembered telling her John she missed the days when humans cheered upon her arrival.
This John caught her eye when he walked into the cafeteria.
