LEGACY
A/N: Just a little piece I wrote after seeing 'Legends' for the first time. It's from the point of view of one of the other Justice League members. You should be able to figure out who. This one's a one-shot, guys.
A/N 2: Depending on your point of view, this may contain
spoilers for the end of Legends Pt 2.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Justice League. They are owned by a number of people and companies, the number of which will not include me. If you want to borrow, ask nicely. (This demented plotline is also my property.)
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I
found them there, together as one might never have expected. Their
initial personality conflicts made it seem that they would never become
respecting colleagues, let alone friends. But here, now, they appeared
almost intimate, Hawkgirl resting her head on his shoulder, her hands on his
arm. I quickly faded back into the wall, allowing only my face to peer
out, observing them.
"John, I understand how you
feel. Seeing them in their last fight..."
"They weren't real. I still
don't know why I feel this way. Why should I be sad about their
deaths?"
"Because they were heroes. They
were YOUR heroes."
"They still weren't real!"
"You said at one point that they were
the ones who taught you how to be a hero. That's the kind of memory that
sticks with you. It's something you
can't forget."
"But they... they weren't REAL.
How can they be heroes?"
Much to my surprise, Hawkgirl laughed at
that. "In a society like this, where nobody is perfect, we need
people, beings, ideas... things to look up to. Nobody's perfect, John.
Believe me, I know."
"That doesn't help me any."
Gently, she moved closer to him, snuggling
under his arm so that her head lay against his chest and his arm was over her
shoulder. It was certainly a pose I never expected to see the two of them
in.
"We need people to look up too, even
if they are a figment of someone's imagination, or if they appear to be
someone's imagination. If you look up to them, they must be real to
you."
"Well, yes, they were, but - "
"John, even if they were imaginary,
it doesn't mean they're not heroes."
He paused to mull over that for a moment,
then hugged Hawkgirl a little closer. I was surprised when she reached up
with one hand, brushing at his cheek. Brushing away a tear?
He winced, tried to pull his face
away. "Heroes don't cry, Shayera."
"I cry."
That remark startled me more than
any in the previous moments, so I phased away and let them have their
peace. However, the last sight that met my eyes was John pulling Shayera
close and bowing his head against hers. I can only assume they cried
together.
THE END