Ok longest chapter so far. This is mainly just different POVs of other characters. Hopefully you like it. I worked hard! Lol Enojoy!
"Are you ok?"
They sat in silence eating. There were candles lit around them and on the table. Outside the sun was setting and left the sky in an array of orange pink and a little blue. The sound of waves crashing against the bottom of the cliffs could be heard softly. A hint of seawater was in the air, due to the open windows. It would be a perfect romantic setting if she was with the one she truly wanted.
"Shayera-" Hro started.
Shayera looked up at him with a glare. He sighed. "You could at least try to be happy here. There's no crime to fight, no people who hate you, nothing. It's peaceful."
She laughed softly. "It would be peaceful if I had chosen this. Instead of being kidnapped." She went back to eating. 'Flash would say that I was birdnapped.' Instead of eating, she mainly pushed the food around her plate. It had been two days since her experience with the cold room. Did he expect her to just forget about it?
"In a short while you'll come to think of this place as home."
Deep down she knew that wasn't true. There were only 2 places where she truly felt at home. One was the original watchtower. 'Which is gone because of me.' And two, was at John's apartment. 'Which I may never see again.' Looking out towards the last few rays of the sun, Shayera heaved a sigh and watched the sun disappear.
Later that evening he stormed into his room, slamming the door behind him. Throughout dinner she hadn't said another word to him. Instead choosing to look out the window. Even when he walked her to her room and said goodnight, as it was their nightly routine, she remained silent. Hro felt his anger rise. He wished he could just take to the skies and feel the wind with him. Slowly he calmed down. 'She'll be mine. Just like always' he sat down at his desk and began looking over the plans for the new weapons exhibit for the museum.
He missed her. Worried about her. Worried about John too. He couldn't help but think of a few things. If he had gone with Shayera that night, maybe he could've helped her. If John could've made his damn mind up, Shayera would probably be here. If John wasn't so stubborn, everyone would be safe and happy. There were so many "ifs". Sighing, Carter Hall leaned back in his chair. He was working late at the museum. It was quiet. It would've been peaceful, but it wasn't. He had time to think. Sighing once more he got up and decided to go home. There was nothing here after hours. Nothing but memories of a certain night that should have opened people's eyes. Grabbing his keys, Carter walked out of his office and into the night.
What could he do? He couldn't go out and find her just like that. He couldn't search the entire world fast enough. Shayera was in danger there was no doubt. There was one possibility that most have thought of but would never tell John, well besides good old Bats. But even Batman didn't believe it so he never said. Flash himself found it hard to believe too. But it was still a possibility. One that he would think about but could never speak. What if Shayera was dead? There. He thought it. He felt awful that he did, but what if she was? Flash didn't want that. He wanted his family together. Flash cracked a small smile. 'I want John and Shayera together.' Lying on his back he breathed in slowly. He missed his sister.
Inside the earth, underneath a house, lay a cave, and in that cave, lay a bat. Said bat was at his keyboard. He was working on different cases at the same time. It seemed like the bat never slept.
"Master Bruce?" A voice called out. "Her royal majesty is here to speak with you."
"Let her in." Batman replied without looking away from the screens. After a few seconds he heard her voice behind him.
"Still working Bruce? It's pretty late."
"Evil doesn't rest Princess. I'm also looking."
"Still no sign of her?"
Batman didn't reply. He only kept looking at the screens. Diana sighed. This man made her crazy! No emotions from him at all!
"I'll find her soon."
And it was true. As Batman, he took pride in doing what he did right. He would find her and it would be soon.
"Bruce…" Diana said softly. "Why don't you take a break?"
Finally Batman turned his covered eyes towards her.
"I don't need a break." He said slowly. Then he continued to work.
Knowing that it was no use Diana turned away from the Dark Knight. "I'll leave you to your work then. Goodbye Bruce."
Feeling like a failure, Diana walked up the steps that led to Wayne manor. If only Bruce gave in to their attraction. They could be happy. He might actually smile. Diana knew that Bruce liked her, Zatanna had told her so. Paris told her. Even John had told her. John had told Diana about Bruce's reaction to her "disappearing." Heaving a disappointed sigh, Diana took to the skies and headed towards the metro tower.
When he was certain that she had left, Batman took off his mask and slouched on his chair. He couldn't let her in. He couldn't let anyone in. Bruce knew it hurt her, but he didn't want her too close. If they ever became more, she would see all of him. His dark side, his obsession with work, eventually it would push her away and she might hate him. He couldn't imagine why she loved him. He was darkness. And she was anything but. Diana was good. He wasn't. Standing up, Batman went upstairs to get ready for a charity event. Another day, another mask.
It was late. She had just attended a party celebrating the launch of a need fashion line. Being the main model of the show, Mari had to go. What she really wanted was to go home and sleep. She felt tired all the time. Mari didn't tell anyone, but she went out some nights to look for Shayera. Everyone would probably think she hated her, if they had heard what happened that night, but she didn't. She was mad at first sure, but she knew it was bound to happen.
It didn't hurt as much anymore. She held her head up high and focused on her work. Arriving at her loft, she opened the door and walked in. Inside, there was a figure sitting on her couch.