Chapter 2
A.N.: I forgot to mention in the first chapter, my first language is not English , it's Portuguese, so forgive my mistakes. Reviews are welcome and appreciated :)
The funeral was simple. Well, as simple as catholic religion allows. Shayera refused to wear black clothes. It just didn't seem right to her. White jeans, blue tank top and denim jacket. Helena gave it to her.
"See, with that jacket no one will notice your wings. We can go out tonight!" Helena was smiling that devil smile of hers.
"Oh sure. No one will notice my wings because of the jacket!" Shay faked joy and fascination, eyes and mouth wide open. "And I'm in love with Vixen." Shayera's face went back to a scowl.
"Are you? God women, you could have told that you played for the team! Do I have a chance? Don't worry, Dinah shares." A mocking smile never left Huntress lips.
"You know, one day I will start to believe that you two are a couple. "
"We are! But... ", she sighed dramatically and put her hands in the air in defeat, "...she likes to play with arrows. Love is blind... Love is blind..."
"I'm going to pretend I never heard that." Helena continued to suffer dramatically. "Anyway, I didn't get the jacket logic."
"Oh, If you only wear the jacket I can assure you that your wings it's the last thing that people are going to notice."
Shayera also refused to look into Diana's eyes. The Amazon did not get tired of looking for the emerald eyes. In the church, in the way to the cemetery, the winged warrior always felt the blue orbs which she refused to acknowledge creating holes in her back. She ignored them. Stubbornness? No, pride. It's not the same thing? Shayera don't look at her!
A cemetery is not always a morbid and creepy place. Dinah knows damn well that Helena was happier in that cemetery than in the outside world. The group of superheroes was silently approaching the Bertinellis's tombstones. Not much leaguers had come, but they were more than enough. Only the ones with a secret identity were wearing their costumes. Dinah felt Ollie squeeze her hand. She looked at his eyes.
"We have to go to the other side pretty bird." His voice was secure and sweet, a not well disguised I love you. Dinah squeezed back but did not talk. It's Huntress funeral, not Helena's.