Tiring. Sitting in this chair for a whole day, day after day. For the rest of her life. She knew that that wasn't entirely accurate. Paula was hiding a secret. She was a werewolf.
Yes, she was. How? Well, she had been attacked in prison but it had been close to the day as well as her release that it wasn't discovered so she was left to go on her way. A werewolf, for three nights a month, for the rest of her life. Though strangely, she retained a state of awareness. Whenever Artemis was there, she didn't hurt her.
The only one that she knew that knew was Artemis, and she swore to keep it. Luckily, it only happened at night. Less people around to hurt.
She didn't think that she would find love again. But she did, and it was wonderful. He was wonderful. He could do anything with his voice, speaking backwards to do so. She could hear a separate voice alongside his when he spoke like that, as though it was the language of the dead or something Eldritch and vile, and speaking like that gave his breath an odd phantom smell and made his mouth taste vile.
But it was bothering her that she had kept her secret from him. He had been open with her about Zatanna, proudly saying that she was the light of his life, and that he was a League member. So, on the last morning after a particularly brutal transformation cycle, she decided to tell him.
"Love?" She began, watching Giovanni tending to her scars on her arms. She had lied and said she fell and her phone wasn't nearby, so she had to drag herself across the floor to get to a surface where she could push herself up. Artemis hadn't been there, she had been at the cave with her friends throughout the weekend, Paula assuring her she would be alright. And she had been wrong.
Giovanni gently applied some salve to the wounds, glancing up to her . "Yes my love?"
Paula sighed, this was going to hurt. "I.. I've been hiding a secret from you."
Giovanni, who had been gently bandaging her arms, glanced back up. "You have?"
"I.." Paula paused again, taking another deep breath. "I'm a werewolf."
"Oh." Was all he said, his eyes moving as his mind was working.
"I'm so sorry I kept this from you." Paula said with force, pulling her hands away from his gentle ones, to look away as she began to cry.
Giovanni watched her as she cried, his mind still wandering, in silence. He stayed quiet, watching her cry into her hands.
Paula looked at him, eyes red and face stained with tears. "Say something! Stop staring at me and say-" she was silenced by the lips against hers and arms on both sides of her wheelchair. She gripped his coat to hold him close, new tears falling.
When Giovanni pulled away, he looked at her face. "I love you. Regardless of what you are."
"Really?" Paula smiled at him widely.
Giovanni nodded. "Yes." He held her close. "I can help you with the transformations."
Paula smiled. "That would be so much appreciated."
Giovanni kissed her lips repeatedly. "I love you so much."