Ancient History
Her green eyes sizzle with anger. "Don't say you don't love me," Shayera growls.
It's that fire that made John love her in the first place, and it makes something in him ache with longing even now.
"I'll never say that," he admits quietly. He continues, more strongly, "But you need to know, I'm staying with Mari."
John walks into the infirmary, forcing himself not to look back. He meant it. He won't be destiny's puppet. He loves Shayera, but he won't abandon Mari – someone he genuinely cares for – just because he met a young man with Shayera's fiery eyes.
Shayera glares at John's back. Stubborn ass, she fumes, then turns to stare out the window.
A son. Having a child had always been a distant dream, one she had forced herself to forget after the Invasion.
She wants to know more, but knows better than to go and demand more information. He isn't going to tell her, not in his current mood.
That leaves only one option.
She finds Batman in the computer lab, typing on one of the terminals. Shayera sits next to him. He stares at her.
She leans forward.
"Tell me about my son?" she asks.