Disclaimer: I'm sorry to announce that the most excellent person in the world, Jademagic does not own the Justice League
JL Kids: ::cheer wildly::
Me: I didn't say anything about not owning you…
Ishan: GIVE ME A BREAK!!!
*Work*
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Some people work things out
And some just don't know how to change
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She slipped off the gown and began pulling her customary green pants, then her yellow top before sliding her feet into her shoes and pulling back the diving curtains and telling a just finished cleaning up Batman he could turn around now.
She carefully avoided his gaze as she grabbed her mace and prepared to stand up and leave the med bay. Batman firmly but gently pushed her back to the bed and gave her the infamous Batglare. He looked at her for a little while, then resumed pacing around the room, his brows furrowed in deep thought. Right outside, Wally was pacing too, but he was moving so fast he was little more than a bright red blur.
Batman stopped right in front of her and glared harder. Breathing deeply, he asked the question that had been eating away at him.
"Are you even going to tell –"
"That is none of your business," she interrupted through gritted teeth. Batman actually looked exhausted, and his eyes, even under the cowl, held uncharacteristic worry.
"Everything that happens here is my business. I make a point of it, in case you haven't noticed, detective."
"And you wonder why you have so many problems," she chuckled.
Another glare.
Even harder than last one.
It would have almost been funny, the way they were glaring at each other, had it been under any other conditions.
"Look, I'm just concerned; he at least has a right to know, don't you think?" he nearly ground out the words after staring for almost a complete minute.
"I know I sure as hell do," Wally said in an indignant huff from where he leaned against the wall. He'd gotten bored waiting for Batman to wear her down and decided to intervene himself.
"Isn't that just too bad?" Shayera asked comically. Without another word, she pushed past both a protesting Wally and Bruce before staggering out into the hall and down to the TV room. Maybe she could get a little piece and quiet…
"Hawkgirl? Is that you?"
Great. The Princess was already in the room, laying on the couch and watching some movie or another.
She was too tired to get back to her room (that was happening a lot nowadays, she found annoyingly). Diana's small son was curled up next to her, small chubby hand gripping a teddy bear, cute little mouth open slightly, lids with long, dark lashes, closed over his blue eyes…and suddenly, Shayera felt no longer mad, but amazingly blissful from looking at the precious kid.
"What did Bruce say?" Diana asked easily before passing her a pillow to lie on. Just like that, Diana had made her mad yet again, though the fury was now doubled.
Shayera first adjusted herself so that she could see the TV with minimum effort and she was in the most comfortable position possible before answering.
"He said I should tell him. Personally, I don't think it's any of his damn business." Shayera sneered slightly.
"Bruce, or –"
"Who else?" Shayera queried as if Diana had not added anything else. "He says that we should work it out together."
Diana sat and contemplated this thought for a little while, gently running a hand through her son's dark locks. Stealing a glance, Shayera was suddenly filled with so much happiness that she almost, almost , forgot why she was mad. She almost felt like crying, as a matter of fact.
"Maybe you should."
Shayera turned sharply on her and actually chuckled after glaring hard at the Princess for a moment. Her wrath was back (yet again)…… at triple fold.
Shayera laughed bitterly. "Let me tell you something I've learned about people –some people they can, and do, work things out, but some, they'll just never know, or learn, how to change…" Shayera turned back to the TV, the conversation finished as far as she was concerned.
Diana frowned. Maybe it wasn't just humans who didn't always know how to change…