"This is not a good idea, Issi," Katar said to his pacing wife. "The league made it very clear that-"

"I know what the league said!" Issi whirled around to face her husband who was relaxing in a chair. "I was there!"

"Lobo will-"

"Lobo has proven useless," she resumed her pacing. "Asking us to help him do I job I already paid him for!"

"We cannot go to Earth. They will interpret it as an act of war. Give Lobo another chance to capture her." Issi faced her husband with her hands on her hips, studying him closely. "You're still in love with her," Issi accused. Katar immediately stood from his chair and said, "We are not having this conversation again."

"Shayera, Shayera, Shayera. Everyone loves Shayera!"

"You are behaving like a petulant child. My feelings for Shayera ended the day she betrayed us."

"Shayera isn't here. I am! You answer to me!" Katar marched up to Issi, leaving only an inch of space between the two. They both glared. "I don't answer to children," Katar growled through clenched teeth. Issi immediately swung at Katar, nearly slicing his cheek with her hidden blade. The two began fighting each other with their blades. Katar eventually was able to put Issi in a chokehold. He whispered in her ear as she struggled, "You will never be as good as Shayera, wife." Katar released her roughly and stood to his feet. Issi immediately put a hand to her throat, coughing and gasping and taking in a lungful of air. She glared at Katar murderously. "I'll be in the security room with the captains and heads of state. Join us when you decide to start thinking rationally." Issi threw a dagger at the door Katar had just walked through, releasing a horrifically angry scream.


Shayera pulled a towel through her damp hair as she exited the bathroom. "Bruce!" she gasped, not expecting to see the gorgeous billionaire sitting on her bed. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"I wanted to see if you were okay," he answered, his blue eyes piercing her very soul. Shayera gulped. "Why wouldn't I be?" she asked.

"After sparring, I went back into the gym to grab something. I could have sworn I heard crying coming from the bathroom."

"Oh," Shayera said walking deeper into the room. She walked to the drawer looking for a sweatshirt to cover up the lack of clothing being worn. She found an over-sized Gotham University as Bruce continued talking. "I didn't want to say anything during dinner as Tim and Jason were both present." Shayera pulled on the sweatshirt and wow. It was so comfortable. It also covered the shorts she was wearing. She turned to face Bruce who stopped talking. "That's mine," he said.

"Oh," Shayera said, blushing furiously. She wasn't necessarily small, but she was just now realizing how big Bruce actually was. The sweatshirt completely engulfed her body. "Do you want it back? I can take it off."

"No, no, no," Bruce said, standing to his feet. "I thought Alfred had burned it or turned it into a rag." Shayera pulled her fingers through her red hair. "It looks way better on you than it ever did on me."

"Oh I doubt that," Shayera said before she could stop herself. She immediately covered her mouth with her hands, which were completely covered by the sleeves of the sweatshirt. Bruce looked at her with a raised brow, clearly amused. "Agree to disagree," he said with a wink. But not to be deterred, he said, "Anyway. Why were you crying in the bathroom? Did I do something that made you upset or uncomfortable?"

"No, Bruce, you didn't."

"Because if I did, I hope you know it was not my attention to-" he stopped abruptly when Shayera held up her hand, a pensive look on her face. "What's wrong?"

"Shh!" she said firmly. Someone, who was not Alfred or Jason or Tim was in the house. "I hear someone in the house."

"Where?" Bruce demanded, immediately stepping into his Batman persona.

"They are coming up the stairs." Bruce immediately sprung into action, pulling batarangs and swords and daggers from under the bed, under drawers, closets, and other places. "Is every room in the house stockpiled with weapons?" Shayera asked in amazement. Bruce ignored her as he strapped a toned-down version of his tool belt around his waist. "Jason and Tim are asleep, but I've already alerted them." When did he have time to do that? "I need to get to Alfred." They both stilled as they both heard footsteps in the hallway. The intruder was getting closer. The intruder stopped in front of Bruce's bedroom. The door flew off its hinges before Bruce could utter a single word. He and Shayera dove out the way, dodging the flying pieces of wood. There, decked out in all his glory stood Lobo looking quite triumphant. "Finally," he said joyously. "I have found you, you little bird."