For those of you who don't know the Monday's Child poem, don't worry about it. It's incredibly easy and very simple, but sweet.
So far we have:
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
And I'll continue to add onto it everyday with another member of the Justice League.
Anyway, it's just another look into our seven favorite characters as described by the poem in a series of ficlets. I hope that you enjoyed Shayera!
Tuesday's Child: Diana
"Tuesday's child is full of grace"
"Heart to heart you win, if you survive the warrior" - Scandal
The music of the dance moved through her blood like wildfire, driving her harder, pushing her further and further until she lost herself in the dance of the warriors, focused only on the objective of winning and the artistry of thousands of years of training by her sisters and her mother.
She quickly evaded the punch, moving quickly and gracefully to the side without hesitation, simply enjoying the feel of action – the strain of her muscles, the air whipping around her, the battle cry in her throat that begged for release. She led with her left leg, circling in order to encounter the flesh or suit of her opponent, but this time she too felt the sting of hitting naught but thin air. She whirled, watching her opponent fly through the air, landing coiled and ready to spring on the balls of his feet no more than a few feet from her.
Diana smiled ferociously, enjoying the subtle taunt and play of their game, her blood racing with anticipation as she caught the subtle smirk on her opponent's face, the slow teasing smile that said that she didn't stand a chance in this particular fight.
But they had been fighting this same battle for months and today, she knew, was her time to win, her time to shine and emerge victorious. No matter how battered and bloody, she would win at all costs, she decided, launching herself into a strike aimed to maim her opponent, but he moved smoothly to the floor, catching her stomach with a foot as he casually tossed her to the side.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, the blood from the corner of her mouth and rose to her feet, watching her opponent through eyes alight with the fire of battle, a regal warrior to the heart.
She breathed deeply for a second, allowing her body to relax, to regain the edge that she had lost with her air strike, then she moved slowly into a form that was second nature to her, a form ancient in these times.
She moved swiftly across the floor, her feet moving in a rhythm and a pattern that only her brain could distinguish, only her mind could see, before striking with a closed fist, only a portion of her strength behind the motion as her hand drove towards the chest of her opponent.
He sidestepped and she immediately changed tactics, lashing out with a booted foot and watching her opponent sprawl to the floor, a slight groan the only sound he emitted, the only way that she knew that she had emerged victorious today.
Stepping over to his prone body, she brushed the hair out of her face before offering him a hand, a slow smile rising to her face as she saw the gauntleted hand take her own. As he regained his feet, she felt her body brush against the solid steel of his, watched his lips tilt as he murmured, "Until tomorrow, Princess."
Wednesday's Child: Batman
Any thoughts on this one?
