The Early Hawk gets the Bat by Xianpububbles

He heard the door swing open and his light switch flip on. The sudden brightness in the room stung his eyes and set off a splitting headache.

Exhausted from last night he tucks himself deeper into his covers and said crossly to whoever is at the door, "Go away!"

"Good morning to you too, Katar," Shayera smiled letting herself in.

"What do you want, Shayera?" Katar moaned sinking his head further into his pillow.

"How about some breakfast?" She grinned trying not to look to conspicuous.

Katar strained his eyes to see the clock by his bed. "By the gods, woman, it's 6 in the morning!"

"No better time to have a nice morning tweet..."

Katar sat up in his bed eyes wide, "W…What did you say, Shayera?"

Surprised by his sudden interest in her words she repeated herself, "Uh... No better time for a morning treat?"

"Oh..." he relaxed and massaged his temples trying to get rid of his headache.

She gave him a stern look. "Is something wrong, Katar? Are you hiding something?"

"No!"

He realized she wasn't going to leave until he agreed to go with her, he grumbled, "Give me a minute and I'll be right out."

"Wonderful!" she gave him an evil grin.

A few minutes later, Katar left his room. Shayera lead the way and Katar followed in an almost zombie like state. When she stopped Katar looked around. There were no tables.

"Shayera, this isn't the cafe-," his words were cut off by a kick in the side sending him flying to the other side of the training room.

"What did you do to her last night, Katar?" Shayera growled at him with a fury in her eyes.

"What? Who?" Katar confused and pushed himself back up.

"Diana!" she yelled with a vengeance in her voice.

"Noth- Wait!" he gave her a small grin, "Shayera, are you jealous?" The following expression on her face was far from jealousy. He regretted his words as he received another punch in the chest sending him back to the floor.

"Argh, Men! The entire world does NOT revolve around you!" She had him in a hold with his arms and wings behind him.

"I swear, Katar, if your intentions are anything less than-" Katar suddenly found an opening flipping Shayera to the ground.

He smiled, looking down at her. "She must mean a lot to you then."

"Of course she does, fool!" Shayera picked herself up, "I wanted to massacre Batman for what he did to her, but she wouldn't allow it!"

"So it was Batman." Katar thought out loud and clenched his fist.

"She didn't tell you?" Shayera bit her lip while cursing herself for letting her anger get the best of her.

"I'm sure she was going to."

But the truth of the matter was that he wasn't completely sure about anything that had happened between him and Diana last night. And at that thought he let out a deep sigh.

Shayera looked at him closely. "Do you love her?"

"Love?" he let out an awkward laugh, "That is the farthest thing from my mind right now. And I'm sure Diana would agree."

Shayera saw a familiar sadness in his eyes.

"Well, if she isn't now, she soon will be. You are a good man Katar and Diana is a smart woman," Shayera gave him a smile of encouragement and squeezed his hand.

Before Katar could reply and disagree with her words, they heard the training room door open.

"Achem!" At the sound of a voice they both turned to see John Stewart standing at the doorway.

"This room is reserved for the next hour. If you two don't mind," John said with a stifled sound of jealousy in his voice.

"Not a problem, John, we'll simply move our 'meeting' to Shayera's room instead." Katar gave John a wicked grin and pulled Shayera to follow him.

Shayera, for once in her life, was speechless. Her eyes glued to Johns as she left the training room hand-in-hand with Katar.

As the door closed she could hear John brutally annihilating a punching bag.

"The training room is going to need a few more of those," laughed Katar letting go of her hand.

"Idiot!" Shayera finds her voice again and punched him in the arm, but could not help cracking a smile herself.

They walked down the hall chatting and laughing with one another until they reached Diana's door.

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Bruce stared down at her. She was as stunning as ever.

Her breathing was slow as she slept. He was tempted to steal a kiss and feel the softness of her lips.

She began to move and let out a soft moan. Her eyes were closed as she called out, "Katar, is that you?"

Diana's voice sounded… happy. Had her voice ever sounded as happy when she called out for him?

There was a sudden twisting feeling in his chest as he pulled away from her bedside. Katar? He needed to find out exactly what had happened in his absence. He fled her room retreating to the hallway outside.

He was unexpectedly greeted by a familiar voice, "Hello Batman."

It was too late to deny it. He had been caught sneaking out of Diana's room.

Bruce turned to see them both, Shayera and Katar standing before him.

"Should I even ask?" Shayera's voice grew hard with anger. She wanted more than anything to rip his head off, but kept reminding herself of her pledge to Diana.

Shayera may have promised not to harm him, but I made no such agreement. Katar walked up to the dark knight and punched him across the face. Batman fell on the floor.

"Welcome back," Katar growled walking away from him.

To be continued….

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AN: Hope it's an enjoyable read. Reviews and critiques are welcome!