Summary:
She was first the world's savior and then was its doom. She gave up her family and home world for a planet that hated her. How much more can she give to a world that despises her? How much more will she want to?
Disclaimer:
The Justice League and all it's characters belong to DC Comics.
Prologue
Love is whatever you can still betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love.
-John le Carre
Location: Watchtower-Lunch Hall
The lunchroom was packed when Shayera entered, and she'd seriously considered eating her meal in her quarters. There was an unspoken rule that League members followed and which created a membership hierarchy. Shayera didn't care for this system, but she didn't protest it either. On one level were the original seven members; and on the second level was everyone seven preferred eating with each other or eating alone; they could join anyone at a lunch table whenever they wanted, but the second level never just sat down with a member of the original seven unless specifically invited to do so.
There was one empty table; and she was glad for that. Shayera sat there so that she could eat alone, in peace. She preferred to eat alone. So she really wasn't expecting someone to sit down beside her.
"I never did get the chance to formally thank you for saving my life that night with Grundy; if it hadn't been for you, he would've broken my back for sure." A voice said, causing Shayera to look up. There sat Vixen.
"Anyone else would have done the same," Shayera answered, going back to her food.
"So, do you have a hobby?" Vixen asked.
"Excuse me," Shayera said.
"A hobby...you know, sometime to do in your spare time," Vixen said.
"I read and play chess," Shayera answered.
"John did say you were a great chess player," Vixen said, and Shayera clenched her teeth.
"You know, I think I'll eat in my room," Shayera said, picking up her food and walking toward the door.
"So what are you doing here again," Vixen called out. The entire lunchroom went quiet at her question.
"I was eating," Shayera answered.
"No, you misunderstood," Vixen said, standing up and walking towards her, "What are you doing here...pretending to be a hero?" Shayera clenched one of her fist. "You don't belong, and you know it. Things have changed since you betrayed them...Things have changed because you left them."
"I didn't know...And don't you dare judge me. You couldn't possibly understand," Shayera said.
"You came and pretend to care about us all...about them. And then you betrayed them. You gave away their weaknesses, and let them me imprison," Vixen said, "Doesn't seem that complicated to me."
"I didn't-"
SLAP...
There was a gasped someone. Vixen had just slapped Shayera, catching her off guard so she fell to the ground. No one moved. No one went to defend Shayera. No one went to reprise Vixen. They all just stood there.
"You don't belong here...You should just do everyone a favor and leave," Vixen said.
Shayera stood up from the floor and brushed herself off. She looked at Vixen, who had a smirk on her lips, and turned her back to her. As she walked out of the lunchroom and made her way back to her room, she refused to let a single tear fall. She refused to me weak. "This was a bad idea. I should have stayed with the Fates."
Author's Note:
So first chapter is up. Please review and I'll be posting chapter one hopefully in a week. Thanks for reading!