Disclaimer: I do not own Justice League Unlimited or any of its characters. All rights go to the good people of DC Comics.
A/N: Just as I had promised, this story is the sequel to Something. This story is most likely going to be a three-shot. And, yes, there will be BM/HG romance in this story. Don't like it, then don't read.
Also, this chapter is rather short, but I'm hoping the others will be longer. Review if you'd like.
Let It Be
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When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
That night when I saw Shayera on the roof of one of the Gotham City buildings I thought she was crazy. Now, I know that she's somehow mentally unstable.
Ever since the meeting on the roof she's been avoiding me like the plague. We very rarely encountered anyway but now it was just ridiculous. If she even saw that I was in the same room as her she would quickly leave. She wouldn't make eye contact with me or anything. On the rare occasion when her eyes met mine they would go wide with fright and then she would quickly look away.
She was acting like a child. What was she so afraid? She's been acting far too strange lately.
It was a miracle that she didn't throw a fit when she and I were partnered up for a small mission in New York City. It was a simple mission of bringing down some rookie mutant who wanted to take over the city. Yea, we were used to these things by now. The guy had the power to force optic blasts out of his hands; we could handle it easily.
Shayera had been slacking off. She was fighting the guy as if she wanted to get hurt. Maybe she did want to get hurt. This wasn't like her, but then again she hasn't exactly been herself lately.
In the end I was the one to bring the guy down. However, it was Shayera who was badly wounded. One of his optic blasts hit the side of her ribs. It was disgusting to see a chunk of her side just torn out.
Unfortunately, I've seen worse. It's extremely fortunate that we have these teleportation devices now. If there wasn't then she would have died.
Died? I hated that word or any word that associated with death. But why did it hurt even more thinking that Shayera could have died? Why did it hurt so much knowing that she wanted to die? It was sad to think that someone wanted to die when there were so many people who wanted to live. With Shayera it was understandable though. There were people who wanted her dead. She lost the man that she loved and is now forced to watch him be happy with another woman. She feels so much guilt that it's eating away at her.
So, like most she thinks that death is the only solution.
I watched as the surgeons in the Watchtower regenerated her injuries back to health. She was going to be upset when she woke up. She didn't want to be saved.
I watched for a moment longer before heading off to the cafeteria. I hadn't eaten anything at all today. Like any other human being would be, I'm starving.
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When I arrived in the cafeteria it was practically empty. Just a few people here and there nibbling on snacks. I needed more than a mere snack. I had a long day.
I sat at one of the table with a tray of food. My body was going through a frenzy at the moment. A part of it was begging for food while the other begged for sleep. The side for food won out. The small amount of people in the room watched as I began to scarf food down my throat. I knew it must have been odd for them to see the Dark Knight eat like a pig.
I stopped eating and narrowed my eyes at them. They all quickly turned and went back to what they were doing before. And I went back to filling my half empty stomach.
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I sighed deeply as I entered Wayne Manor in my normal attire; no Bat suit. I headed towards my bedroom and I have never been more grateful that it was so late; therefore no one would bother me.
I flopped down onto my bed and I felt so completely content on being in my soft comfortable bed.
My eyes slowly slid shut and sleep took over me.
I dreamt of a red headed angel.
