My Father's Shadow
AN: Okay, I'm kinda confused about the series. Does Hawkgirl ACTUALLY betray the Justice League? I thought Shayera Hol and John Stewart get together in the future and have a son? Or does she die? I'm confused, I haven't watched the show in a while. Oh well, I'll just leave them out of this chapter until I know what's going on.
Chapter One: A relationship? (2005)
In the bright, sunny afternoon of Gotham City, a woman sat at a table outside of a small café. Long, straight black hair, held high in a pony tail. It reached to her mid-back. She was tall, even sitting down, with an amazon body. Her skin was light, creamy, with a slight touch of a tan. Her eyes were a deep cobalt blue color. She wore a long sleeve sweater that matched the color of her eyes. The top held itself tight on the part of her body above her chest and flowed loosely afterwards. Her jeans were just the same with a small black belt to hold them on her hips and black boots. The woman appeared to be in her late twenties, maybe thirties. She presented herself properly, like a princess or wealthy wife would.
In the late afternoon of the day, she had been sitting there for almost an hour. In front of her was a small, white china tea cup that sat on a matching plate. She lifted the cup and took a small sip of it, before putting it down and looking around. The woman lifted up her wrist and stared at her watch. It read 1:30. Sighing she looked around. When the sight of the man she was suppose to meet, was no where to be found, she grabbed her purse. She laid out five dollars and stood. As she turned to leave, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and rough lips clashed with hers. The woman grunted and struggled until she realized who the lips belonged to, then she leaned into the man. Closing her eyes, she replied to those lips. After what seemed to be a minute or two, their lips parted and she was face to face with the man. He gave her one of his mischievous lopsided grins. The man was a foot or two taller than herself. He had the same black hair, only shorted, and gelled back. Although his eyes were a light, icy blue. The man was also more built and tanner than she was. He wore a grey business suit, with a red tie. A brief case at his feet.
"You're late, Bruce." Said the woman as she stood on her tippy toes to peck him on the cheek. Bruce bent over to retrieve his brief case and then stood to the woman's side.
"I'm sorry, Diana. There was absolutely no way of getting out of that meeting." He said as he wrapped one arm around her waist. They began to walk down the street.
"I know." She said softly. "You're the boss, you have to stay." She continued. They arrived at the limousine. The window to the passenger seat rolled down and Alfred sat on the driver's seat. He smiled at Bruce and Diana.
"Hello, Mistress Diana." He said formally, but with his same friendly smile.
"Good afternoon, Alfred." She said in a friendlier tone. "..and please, just Diana." she said.
The, nearly, bald man nodded. "Very well." He glanced at Bruce.
"We'll be walking today, Alfred. I'll call if anything comes up." Alfred nodded "Very well, Master Bruce. Have a good time. Goodbye Mistress Diana." He said and rolled up the window before she could speak up. The limousine drove off and Diana shook her head.
"I wish he wouldn't do that." She said with a small laugh.
"You wish it, but it will never happen. That's just Alfred's way." Bruce said, leading Diana down the street of Gotham City.
There hadn't been any disastrous problems in the past year. The occasional criminal every once in a while. It was then, that the two super heroes decided to finally start a real relationship. Despite Bruce trying to block his feelings, Diana had broken through. He had allowed himself to open up and love someone. In spite of the fact, Bruce found it easy to love Diana as she did him. Everyone, from his employees at work, to the team members of the Justice League. They were happy that the two were in a relationship.
The couple had walked a few blocks, now hand in hand, laughing and joking amongst themselves. They had concluded their conversation when they arrived a designing shop. Bruce held the door open for Diana and they both waltzed in, hand and hand again. The owner of the store looked up from talking to another customer. The woman was some-what old. She had thin white hair that was pulled back in a tight bun. She wore a pale purple suit that consisted of a blouse, suit jacket, and a knee-length skirt. White high heels and matching pearl necklace with earrings. She stood about 4 feet tall. When she had saw Bruce and Diana walk in, her smile brighten and she clasped her hands together. She walked over to the couple, who were now standing in the middle of the store. The woman loved to see the two together. They made the perfect match. She was happy Bruce had finally decided to settle down with a young lady, and with such class! The woman walked up to Bruce, giving him a small hug, and then turned to Diana and gave her a hug.
"Hello, darlings." She said with a British accent. They nodded their heads and she guided them farther into the store.
"I'm am so glad you came by today. I just finished your dress, Diana. I want you to try it on, so that I can make the proper adjustments." She continued. The woman lead them to a door that had curtain hanging above it. With a swift move of her hand, she moved the curtain to the side. She gave Diana a push into the room.
"The dress is already in there...and you Mr. Wayne..." She walked to the other side of the room and pulled another curtain aside. "...go in here and try on your tux...but don't come out until I say so." She said. Bruce nodded and preceded into the closet shaped room. The woman smiled as she moved over to her previous customers and began helping pick out a specific dress for this bride.
An hour later, the couple walked out of the shop hand in hand. Adjustments were being made on their formal attire. It hadn't been ten minutes before their JL communicators went off. On the other end of the line, was the voice of John. His deep voice sounded concerned. The couple noted that and moved somewhere more private.
"What's going on, John?" Asked Diana.
"There's a problem. I need you two to change and get up at the Watch Tower." He said in a dead plain tone. Then he cut off the connection.
The two looked at each other with exactly the same expression. Bruce made a call to Alfred and without hesitation, the two made a dash for their meeting point.
AN: Okay that's the end of the chapter. I promise to make them a bit more longer into the story. Tell me what you think? And if I get anything wrong about the series, just e-mail me and I will fix it. Thanks!