Sequel to 'Eyes' and 'Perhaps', so if you haven't read them then this probably won't make the slightest bit of sense to you. And no, it isn't very deep or revealing, because it was written on a whim at three in the morning, and I can't do deep or revealing at this hour, or even really funny. Not that I'm overly skilled at any of these three things at the best of times. But I promise I'll do a more insightful piece some other time. For now, though, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my nose. Oh, and the plot. Wait, is there a plot? Oh well. You get the picture.
"…Yeah, sorry I couldn't make it. Got pulled into a mission last minute, you know? So did you go see the flick anyway?"
"Yeah, I did, and you were lucky you didn't, it was a total waste of money… Hey, is that Hawkgirl over there?"
"Well, she's not Hawkgirl any more, she's just plain old Shayera Hol. But yeah, that's her. What of it?"
"Who's the kid with her? He isn't a new Leaguer, is he?"
"He's not following her, I don't… Crap, you're right, he is! Are those wings under that coat?"
"I think they are. What's another Thanagarian doing on the Watchtower?"
"Mom, people are staring."
"No, they're not, sweetie, they just haven't seen you around here before."
"No, I'm pretty sure they're staring. And whispering."
"They're not looking at you."
"Yes, they are. Are you sure meeting him here was the best idea?"
"Well, where do you suggest we meet him, a downtown Gotham biker bar? Here's as good as anywhere. It's not my fault you're moulting."
"Mom!"
"Well it's true. You've left a trail of feathers all the way from the teleporters. Handy if we get lost though."
"Mom! It's not funny!"
"Of course not, sweetie." Snicker.
"It is your fault, anyway. I wouldn't have feathers at all if it weren't for you."
"Please tell me you are not going through an I didn't choose to be born phase. You're moody enough as it is without blaming me for it."
"…Fine, I won't. But only because I know that you didn't exactly plan my entrance into this world either."
"How would you know?"
"Hmm, let me think about it… Hawkgirl, mace-wielding flying alien crime fighter, joins the Justice League to fight alien invasions, lives in a small one person apartment, is in love with one man while being engaged to another, is awaiting impending invasion of her adopted planet by her people, led by said fiancé, who is bent on destroying said Justice League and said man she is in love with. Sounds like a great time to settle down and start a family, doesn't it?"
"… Know-it-all."
"Yet another thing to blame you for. Know-it-all, feathers… I bet it's your fault that they're red, too!"
"Nuh-uh, you can't pin that one of me. My feathers are a perfectly respectable grey. What went wrong with yours I really don't know."
"Well it can't be his fault, he doesn't even have feathers."
"Well, we're nearly there… As marked by a steady trail of red feathers."
"…I bet your hair did it."
"Touché."
"…His girlfriend isn't going to be there, is she? Green Lantern's, I mean."
"No, she's off on a mission. Now, please don't threaten him. In any way. Or moult on the furniture."
Knock.
"Shayera?"
"Hi, Dad."
Yes, I know, highly unrevealing. And unrealistic. Oh well. G'Night! And
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Author's note: I have removed the last few lines of this to make it less unrealistic, even though it now has a grand total of no plot. If you would like to read those last few ridiculous lines, I'll put them on my profile. Thanks for reading!