Shayera crossed her arms over her chest as she waited in front of Wayne Manor. She lightly grimaced as she closed her eyes and scrunched up her nose slightly. Her head was pounding and she felt like she was going to throw up for the fourth time that morning.

The door suddenly opened and Shayera opened her eyes to see Alfred in the doorway, "Ah Miss Hol, Master Wayne said I should be expecting you. You seem a bit dreary ma'am. Are you feeling alright?"

Shayera lightly smiled and waved him off, "I'm fine Alfred, just a little nauseous and a slight headache."

"Do come in," Alfred stepped to the side. "I'm afraid I don't have a remedy for your headache but might I offer you again the chamomile tea and plain bagels Miss Hol?"

"You're a lifesaver," Shayera replied as she walked into the manor. "I would more than appreciate that if it does end up helping."

"I assure you that it will. Now this way," Alfred gestured for her to follow him. "Master Wayne and Miss Dawes are waiting for you in the study. They expected you to have been here well before now."

"Dawes?" Shayera tilted her head. "I'm assuming a friend of Bruce's but I would have been here earlier if it wasn't for the fact I was puking out my guts all morning."

Alfred raised an eyebrow, "Very eloquently put Miss Hol. You could say they were rather good friends. Rachel Dawes is Gotham City's Assistant District Attorney. Master Wayne asked her for her help in this manner. She has quite a few connections within the Gotham legal system."

"A lawyer friend, smart move," Shayera conceded.

"Quite," Alfred agreed before he looked over his shoulder at her and gave her a disapproving look. "Master Wayne told me about your injuries from yesterday afternoon. Might I remind you again Miss Hol that you need to take care of yourself."

Shayera sighed and rolled her eyes, "Please trust me on this Alfred, I am much more durable than a human. You don't need to be concerned about me fighting."

"Forgive me but I shall be rather blunt then," Alfred stated as he began to open the door to another room. "A woman going through pregnancy should not be involved in any sort of battle. Whether they are human or not. I would be rather disappointed to hear of you participating in anymore of these activities Miss Hol."

"Pregnancy? Bruce!" The two turned to see an irate Rachel standing from her seat on the sofa as she glared down the playboy billionaire sitting on the other end. "You didn't tell me that little detail!"

"My apologies Master Wayne, I was not aware Miss Dawes did not know," Alfred apologized as he stood off to the side before turning to Shayera. "I'll be back in a bit with your tea and bagels Miss Hol. If you do feel ill though the closest bathroom is down the hallway to the right. It will be your third door on the left."

"Thank you Alfred," she gave him a small smile. "Again, you're a lifesaver."

"Yes, thank you Alfred. After you're done, if you want, you can have the rest of the day to yourself," Bruce said to him.

"It's my pleasure Miss Hol," Alfred said to her before turning to Bruce. "I'm afraid I have much to do today sir. A day off is not foreseeable in my schedule."

"I thought I would offer Alfred," Bruce said with a slight smirk. "Eventually you'll have to agree to take a day off."

"The day you cook properly for yourself I will sir. I fear I cannot leave you to fend for yourself. Least I find you having Hot Pockets with instant mashed potatoes for dinner again," Alfred said in mild disdain as he left the room.

"Bruce," Rachel lightly glared at him as she placed her hands on her hips. "Something like that would have been nice to know beforehand."

"If you remember correctly I said it wasn't my place to say anything," Bruce dryly said to Rachel.

"Typical answer from you," Rachel rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Always indirect and never straightforward. I don't know how Gordon deals with you."

Shayera looked over to Bruce, "I'm assuming she knows about tall, dark, and brooding?"

"Yes she does," he replied. "Rachel and I have known each other since childhood. She's known since early in my career of my secret identity."

"And I want to make this quite clear, I'm not a fan of you," Rachel narrowed her eyes at Shayera. "Or the Justice League for that matter. I could do without both. Club full of geeks and freaks in my perspective."

"You mean the club of geeks and freaks who save the world and universe every other day?" Shayera asked with a raised eyebrow and unamused look.

Rachel let out an indignant snort, "You superheroes are more trouble than you're worth. Trouble just seems to follow you all everywhere you go."

Shayera shook her head and frowned, "I can't even believe you're helping us then."

"I'm only doing this as a favor to Batman," she retorted. "Not to Bruce Wayne and especially not to Hawkgirl."

"Don't call me that," Shayera said warningly as she lightly scowled.

"Call you what?"

"Hawkgirl," Shayera narrowed her eyes.

"Look," Rachel started. "I can call you a lot worse and, trust me, I thought of a few things in the past few minutes. Though I'm not going to stoop that low since that would be beneath me. Just like this whole ordeal honestly."

Shayera looked over to Bruce as her frown deepened, "I don't like her."

"Deal with it because she's helping. Now what did you need Shayera here for Rachel?"

"Well, I thought you might like to know that the first hearing is going to be in two days. Being best buddies with some of the judges in Gotham's Supreme Court helped. They agreed to settle it in a total of two weeks or less if possible."

"This is a good thing right?" Shayera asked as she looked at Rachel and then Bruce.

"Considering your circumstances, this is great," Rachel stated. "Believe me hawky, I might not like you that much but I wouldn't lead you astray. The only problem is that you can't show up in a courtroom with shorts and a t-shirt on." She then gestured to Shayera's leg, "Or with bandaged wounds. Sorry but it's not professional Earth attire for a courtroom. You need to dazzle them and make yourself seem more human to them."

"Then we'll get her clothes after we're done here," Bruce stated. "I'm sure that's not all you wanted Rachel."

"Paperwork, boring paperwork at that. Which is why I needed hawky here," Rachel replied as she gestured over to Shayera, who glared at her.

Rachel raised an eyebrow as she looked at the Thanagarian sitting across from her, "You done wolfing down those bagels yet? You're acting like you've never eaten before."

Shayera looked up at her and narrowed her eyes, "Listen, this is the first thing I've been able to keep down over the past twenty-four hours so I don't want to hear it. Thanagarians have a much higher metabolism rate so I would eat more than an average human in one sitting. Besides I've only eaten four so far; that's hardly a lot."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Let's just get this paperwork over with. I don't want to have to deal with your horrible eating habits any longer than I have to. Maybe you should learn some manners and chew with your mouth closed."

"I do too chew with my mouth closed," she replied with her mouth full.

Rachel gave her an incredulous look, "Don't talk with your mouth full. What are you like five-years-old?" She then shook her head as she took a file folder out of her bag and slapped it down onto the coffee table between them. She took one of the documents out and read from it, "Full legal name."

"Shayera Hol."

"How do you spell it?" Shayera rolled her eyes and snatched the paper and pen away. Rachel took the paper back, once she had finished writing her name, and stared at it dubiously, "You call this chicken scratch penmanship? I've seen two-year-olds write neater than this."

"If there's a problem with my handwriting then get another damn paper so you can write instead."

"Good thing I printed spare copies. No one would have been able to read this," she took out another paper and began to decipher Shayera's writing. "Is that a 'j' between those two squiggles?"

"What are you talking about?" The Thanagarian leaned over and looked at the letter Rachel was pointing at. She looked up and frowned at the attorney, "That's a 'y' in between an 'e' and 'a'. Can't you read?"

"Yeah I can read when it's written in actual legible English," Rachel muttered with an eyeroll. "Alright date of birth."

Shayera could feel her face heat up. Despite her actual age, Shayera was still considered young in terms for being a Thanagarian. That didn't mean that she was considered young on Earth.

"What's wrong now?"

"You're not going to laugh at my age are you?" Shayera sincerely asked. "I'm a lot older than I look."

"What's the date of birth?" She asked. When Shayera didn't seem forthcoming with an answer, Rachel sighed, "I promise that I will not laugh."

Shayera nervously cleared her throat and swallowed before answering, "September 19."

Rachel nodded as she wrote it down, "Ok and the year?"

Shayera diverted her gaze as she slowly and quietly answered, "1920."

Rachel slowly looked up at the Thanagarian across from her, "You're telling me that you're nearly 89?"

"I told you that I'm older than I look."

"Cougar," Rachel muttered but instead of anger she saw confusion on Shayera's face.

"Most people compare me with birds not cats," she tilted her head quizzically. "I don't get it."

"It's for the best then. Trust me," Rachel stated and waved her off. "Were you ever made a permanent resident in the US or any other country on Earth?"

"No, at least, I don't think so," Shayera gave her a confused look as she answered. "What is a permanent resident?"

"Never mind, let's move on. Alright current address. I'll need the street name, apartment number, state, city, county, country, and zip code."

Shayera just blankly stared at her for a moment, "I don't know the address. I've lived there for almost two years but I don't understand Earth addresses honestly. I'm sure Bruce knows John's address and can tell you what it is."

"You don't even know your fiancé's address," Rachel sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "It doesn't matter at this point. Have a Social Security number at all?"

Shayera raised an eyebrow, "A what number?"

"Skip that question then," Rachel then paused for a moment. "Just as a little reference for myself, do you know anything about the US constitution or American history?"

"No, why?"

"That's just fantastic," she replied with an unamused expression. "You need to take a civics test too like everyone else."

"What kind of a test?"

Rachel deeply inhaled and dropped her head into her hands, "You've gotta be shitting me, this is going to be a doozy. I'm going to need a really strong drink after this is all over."

Shayera rolled her eyes and muttered, "You're telling me."