Shayera gritted her teeth and stayed where she was sprawled out on the ground. She winced at the pain shooting up from the gash on her right thigh. She lifted her head to watch as Wonder Woman tore two of the robots apart limb from limb without so much as flinching. Batman then leapt overtop of Diana and threw a single batarang that impaled itself into the head of another robot. Within seconds the batarang detonated, destroying another one. Red Tornado and Fire then flew overhead as they blasted their way through more of the robots and inching the League closer to Toyman himself.

The streets of Keystone City had become a ground for mini-war between Toyman's toy soldier droids and the Justice League.

The next thing Shayera knew, Batman was at her side and rested a knee on the ground next to her. He left his other knee bent and rested his arm against his thigh. She noticed that the way he knelt before her was protective and encroaching. She couldn't see beyond him to spy the broken robots laying dormant on the ground.

"We need to get pressure around that wound to stop the bleeding," Batman said to her as he slowly helped her sit up.

Looking down at her leg, Shayera could see that her pant leg have been torn and was saturated with deep, thick red blood. Shayera inhaled sharply as she looked down at it. She could see the wound was deep.

"I'm fine," she said quietly, looking up at him. His gaze was still on her leg. She could see that his expression was somewhat irritated. "It's just a scratch."

Shayera could feel Batman roll his eyes at her comment, "You won't be able to walk."

"I can if I use my legs," she quipped.

"Shayera," he began, lips curved downward. It was a clear warning, one that she had anticipated to come from him. She inhaled and then exhaled deeply, letting herself relax despite the pain in her leg. "Now's not the time to be a smartass."

She relented and nodded, "I know, sorry."

Batman let out a sigh of his own, "You're going to need stitches for this and I can't leave you here defenseless."

"I'm hardly defenseless," Shayera quietly said to him with a frown.

He then knelt down on both knees and grabbed the tail end of his cape. Shayera frowned as she watched him tear a portion of the bottom clean off.

"Goddammit!" Shayera yelped in pain as Batman tightly tied the fabric around her upper thigh. "Warn me next time!"

Batman narrowed his eyes at her, "You better hope there isn't a next time."

"You really didn't have to ruin your cape for me," she said breathlessly, trying her best not to hiss at the sharp, hot pain shooting up her leg.

"I know that." He then cuttingly retorted, "And you shouldn't be on League missions to begin with."

"I told you before that I know the extent of my durability. I'm not concerned and neither should you," she said, her eyes narrowed a bit as she looked at him. He peered up at her. She could tell by his cowl that his brow was arched inquisitively. "As a Thanagarian this is hardly a life threatening wound. Even a half-Thanagarian wouldn't fall to something like this."

Batman just stared at her intently for a moment before speaking, "I don't want to see you get hurt and something happens. Knowing your current condition, I shouldn't even be allowing you to come out here. That's besides the fact that I would have to deal with John if something ever did happen. He would kill me on the spot for knowingly allowing you to put yourself in harm's way."

She was silent for a moment, biting her lip. "Nothing is going to happen to me. I know that nothing will," she said more firmly. "I can keep this baby more safe than anyone else ever could. I'm not some delicate, damsel in distress or some shit."

"For your sake, at the very least, I hope you're right," he said with a light frown. Batman then lifted her right arm over his shoulder as he slowly helped her stand. "I'm assuming you'll only get stitches and not get checked out, right?"

"I don't need to be checked out for a cut," she said quietly with a frown. "I never have and I never will. I don't know how many more times I'll have to repeat myself before you get it through that damn, thick skull of yours."

He glanced at her and she could tell he wasn't amused, "You're the stubborn one. You were also thrown into a building."

Shayera then shrugged, wincing as she limply alongside the Dark Knight. She looked away from his prying gaze, "Yeah and I know what got hurt, my back and my right wing. I'm not concerned and neither should you."

Batman sighed, "Just don't do any crazy or idiotic heroics. All it takes is one good hit Shayera. We face enemies who can hurt you, Thanagarian or not."

"I won't and I know that," she quietly replied with a sigh of her own. "I am being careful; trust me." Shayera sharply inhaled again and winced, "My leg is killing me. Can't you just get me to the damn Medbay already?"

"Shayera," John burst through the door of the Medbay. He looked over to see Shayera sitting on a medical exam table as Batman was treating her wound. He sighed as he walked over to them, "Are you ok? Diana told me you were injured."

Shayera rolled her eyes as she let out an exasperated sigh, "I'm fine John. I just needed some stitches. That's all."

"It could have been worse," Batman gruffly opined as he finished dressing the wound. "A few more inches to the left and it could have been your femoral artery."

"But it wasn't," she pointedly retorted.

John smirked, "It'll take more than a few stitches to keep you down Shay."

Shayera likewise smirked, "You know it Lantern."

John then turned to Batman, "I haven't gotten the chance to thank you yet for helping Shayera out."

"I'm not so sure you should be thanking me so soon," he dryly replied. "Especially if you're going to end up marrying someone as stubborn as her."

"Funny," Shayera lightly frowned. "You can cut it out with the smartassery Bruce."

"I've heard the petty arguments you two get into. I can only imagine what the League will have to endure once you're both married to each other."

John shrugged, "As Wally always says, we're already an old married couple. I can't imagine things being much different to now."

Batman narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked over to Shayera, "I need you at Wayne Manor, tomorrow morning. Don't be late." He then swiftly stood from his seat and left the Medbay.

"He's got a stick up his ass," John stated as the doors hissed closed behind the Dark Knight. "Wonder what his problem is."

Shayera shrugged, "It's Bruce we're talking about after all. It's to be expected. You wanna go grab something to eat?"

"Cafeteria alright?"

"Sure, doesn't matter to me," she grimaced as she stood and then rubbed the back of her neck. "I sorta was thrown into a building too. My body hurts."

John lightly chuckled as they stepped into the hallway, "Well that's what happens in the life of the Justice League. Just be thankful how strong you are. If I were thrown into a building without my ring, I'd be in a full body cast at the bare minimum."

"Point taken."

"What was Toyman doing anyway?"

Shayera shrugged, "I have no idea honestly. All I know was that Fire, Diana, and I were the backup. Probably some harebrained scheme of some sort, like an attempt at world domination."

"Isn't it always?" He asked her with an amused look before frowning and putting a finger to his ear, "Yeah Terrific? Alright I'll be right there." He turned to Shayera, "Sorry Shay but duty calls. Dinner date tonight instead?"

Shayera smirked and kissed his cheek, "Absolutely and I expect pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni."

"It's date then," he grinned and flew down the hallway.

Shayera softly sighed as she resumed to walk down the hallway. Was this going to be what her child was going to have to deal with? Would all they know was that their parents were always running off on Justice League missions? She wanted her child to know their parents and not just be another passing face to them. Then there were the injuries that came with being a Justice League member. Would her child have to constantly worry about if their mother or father were going to come home? Shayera looked down as she frowned at the thought. She didn't want her child wondering and worrying every single day of their life.

Shayera suddenly grunted as she collided with someone in the hallway. She glanced up to see Vixen staring at her with a raised eyebrow. She made a mental note to herself that she had to make a conscious effort to not space out like this.

"You alright Shayera?" Mari asked her. "You're never this out of it."

"Sorry, got lost in my train of thought," Shayera lightly shook her head. "Mari, are you doing anything right now?"

"No why?"

Shayera silently stood there for a moment, "I was going to go grab lunch. Wanna come with me? I need someone to talk to."

"I already ate but I could use something to drink." Mari then gave her a rather intrigued look, "And what are we going to be talking about exactly?"

"Just some girl problems," she replied. "I guess that's the best way to describe it."

"Does it involve our resident Green Lantern at all?" Mari slyly smirked.

Shayera lightly chuckled, "You could say it does. I need your advice on something I want to talk to John about and I really could use another female's opinion. I had a talk with Batman about this but guys just don't get this kind of stuff."

Mari placed a hand on Shayera's shoulder, "Girl trust me, I understand so say no more. Even a warrior like you needs a little girl talk from time to time."