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The red-headed woman scowled as she stared at the monitors, her wings folded tightly across her back as if she were angry. In a way she was, but at herself.
After learning of their future son, Shayera had approached Amanda Waller for tests but the results had always been the same, humans and Thanagarians simply were not genetically compatible. She had then made the mistake of telling John and his expression had been one of shock and slight disappointment, but he also looked like a weight had lifted from his shoulders somewhat. A week later, he had proposed to Vixen and the forthcoming wedding had became all the media could talk about as Mari, being a model, was constantly under their gaze.
The whole League had been invited, but Shayera had decided not to go as she had felt hurt and betrayed. In the end some kind of morbid curiosity had ended up driving her to watch the event on the monitors and her eyes narrowed. On the screens, the bride proudly walked down the church on the arm of Ted Grant as he had offered to walk her down the aisle in her deceased father's place, then Mari stepped onto the altar platform to join a nervous-looking John and his best man Rex Mason.
Taking in everything from the bride's dress, a body-hugging ivory number with straps for sleeves and pearls studded all over it to the flowers, Shayera's hand was suddenly tightening around her mace as the ceremony began, both the bride and groom looking happy.
"Do you, John Stewart take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do"
"And do you, Mari McCabe, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do..."
Bristling, Shayera felt tempted to express herself by smashing the monitors, but the things were important to the League and with the weapon in hand, she got up and walked towards the doors. John was now out of her reach forever, fighting for a married man was wrong. Maybe this was destiny's way of telling her to move on herself.
About to leave, she nearly crashed into another human and she stepped back slightly, her gaze travelling up and down the familiar blue shirt and white trousers as Greg gently tipped his hat slightly to her.
"Evenin' ma'am. Thought Ah might find yer here"
"And why were you looking for me?
"Thought yer may want ta go somewhere for a drink. Talk about anythin' that's botherin' yer" his gaze slid past her to take in the monitors and what they were showing.
Shayera paused, glancing back at the faint images of the wedding on the monitors and found herself biting her lower lip slightly before turning her attention back to Vigilante to notice a faint look of hope in his eyes. She drew herself up and nodded, after all John had chosen someone else over her so why couldn't she do the same?
Sliding her arm into his, Shayera raised an eyebrow when he started slightly as if not expecting that gesture, but she chose to ignore it.
"I'd love to, Greg. What bar do you recommend...?"