LEGACY

A/N:  Just a little piece I wrote after seeing 'Legends' for the first time.  It's from the point of view of one of the other Justice League members.  You should be able to figure out who.  This one's a one-shot, guys. 

A/N 2:  Depending on your point of view, this may contain spoilers for the end of Legends Pt 2.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Justice League. They are owned by a number of people and companies, the number of which will not include me. If you want to borrow, ask nicely. (This demented plotline is also my property.)

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            I found them there, together as one might never have expected. Their initial personality conflicts made it seem that they would never become respecting colleagues, let alone friends. But here, now, they appeared almost intimate, Hawkgirl resting her head on his shoulder, her hands on his arm. I quickly faded back into the wall, allowing only my face to peer out, observing them.
"John, I understand how you feel. Seeing them in their last fight..."
"They weren't real. I still don't know why I feel this way. Why should I be sad about their deaths?"
"Because they were heroes. They were YOUR heroes."
"They still weren't real!"
"You said at one point that they were the ones who taught you how to be a hero. That's the kind of memory that sticks with you.  It's something you can't forget."
"But they... they weren't REAL. How can they be heroes?"
Much to my surprise, Hawkgirl laughed at that. "In a society like this, where nobody is perfect, we need people, beings, ideas... things to look up to. Nobody's perfect, John. Believe me, I know."
"That doesn't help me any."
Gently, she moved closer to him, snuggling under his arm so that her head lay against his chest and his arm was over her shoulder. It was certainly a pose I never expected to see the two of them in.
"We need people to look up too, even if they are a figment of someone's imagination, or if they appear to be someone's imagination. If you look up to them, they must be real to you."
"Well, yes, they were, but - "
"John, even if they were imaginary, it doesn't mean they're not heroes."
He paused to mull over that for a moment, then hugged Hawkgirl a little closer. I was surprised when she reached up with one hand, brushing at his cheek. Brushing away a tear?
He winced, tried to pull his face away. "Heroes don't cry, Shayera."
"I cry."
That remark startled me more than any in the previous moments, so I phased away and let them have their peace. However, the last sight that met my eyes was John pulling Shayera close and bowing his head against hers. I can only assume they cried together.

THE END