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Chapter 7: J'onn
Location: Watchtower-Monitor Room
J'onn was on monitor duty, and it was a slow night. There was no one else in the monitor room with him, and his mind was wondering. His mind wondered to Shayera. She was one of the few aliens in the league, and Clark and Kara sometimes didn't even count for aliens. Clark had been raised thinking he was human, and Kara was only but too happy the full integrate herself into humanity.
Shayera was an alien, and she couldn't hide that. Yes, she could mask her wings, but it didn't change anything. Just like with him. He could mask his face, but her was still who he was. That was something that the two had bonded over in the beginning. Then after her return, there was wall. A wall that J'onn was ashamed to say he allowed to grow. He didn't know what to do at first. When Shayera had first arrived, she liked her privacy, and would seek someone, usually him, Flask, or John, out when she wanted company.
J'onn cursed himself at that thought. He should have known that she would not but the same, and that had almost cost a lot. Shayera had been on a path of self-destruction since her return to the League and it had become worse after the mission to the moon in deep space.
He thought the only thing that would come from it was John's anxiety, at least from what he said to him.
"Why did you do that," John asked, pulled him back.
"Vixen hasn't spent much time in space. Good experience for her," J'onn answered.
"You know what I mean - sending my girlfriend and my ex on the same mission," John said, glaring at him.
"Difficult as it may be for you to believe, I don't take your love life into consideration when I make command decisions," J'onn said, walking away from the flustered Green Lantern.
He would have like John's anxiety to have been the only result. It would have easier. After that mission, she more walled off and more reckless. It was Doctor Redwood that had begged him to talk to her.
Shayera was leaving the infirmary, when he arrived. She saw him walking down the hallway, and turned in the other direction. When he called out to her, he saw her freeze and he thought he say her fist clench. She would look at him, and when he asked her to follow him down to the loading storage vaults, she keeps saying she was going to be late to her training session and a mission report needed to be finished. When he finally yelled at her than she was to come with her, her eyes flew up to his before going down; and he saw something flash in her eyes that almost made him let her go. Fear. There was fear in her eyes. When she agreed to follow him, he turned a walked. The walk to the storage vault was quiet, and the quiet was maddening. He was glad when they had made it to the storage area, because the silence had to end.
Shayera stepped into the storage vault, and J'onn saw her almost seem to shutter. Inside was everything they had pulled off the Thanagarian ship before it was sent down to engineering. J'onn watched her go over to a box that was filled with a folded up bedding, and she pulled out the blanket with a gold crest sown on the red material. There were also three metal bows that silver pebbles, red sand, and green powder, all of which had a candle in the middle. There had be other things storage there: a mirror, some books, and a flag with the same crest at the bedding.
The flag was made up of one horizontal and one diagonal stripe in gold and black. The emblem was in red and in the center of the flag. It was two hawks; one holding a sword in its talons and the other a scroll, surrounded by a red banner with words itched across it.
"Tho kavol ad dho kvalk dairk vad dlan dho kdlovkdh ad dho nodur al dho daldo ad dho kvavk kid dho hould ad dho vullaal," Shayera said softly, and the translated, "The power of the sword comes not from the strength of the metal or the force of the swing but the heart of the warrior."
"Proud words," J'onn said. They were both queit for a minute, as Shayera surveyed the items from the ship.
"J'onn, will you promise me something? I don't want to-Will you promise me that…if you…if-what you did to Kragger-that you will kill if-" Shayera asked struggled to find the words, not looking away from the flag.
But J'onn didn't need the words. He knew what she was trying to say. J'onn was shocked. He didn't know how to respond. Did she really think he could even-
"What," J'onn managed out after a moment.
"One day you'll do that me. Something will happen and my word will mean nothing. They'll tell you to and you will. It's just a matter of time," Shayera said, moving the blanket back to the box.
"Why would you even ask that? Are you afraid of me? Do you fear me," J'onn asked. He wanted her to deny it. To say she feared nothing, to say anything to stop the madness running through his mind. But she didn't.
"Yes…I am. I'm scared to death of you," Shayera said, folding her arms and turning toward him, "I've seen you probe inside someone mind before. They're okay afterwards. Shaken, but okay…But Kragger. You broke him. It was a mind probe-it was a mind rape. And it scares me."
J'onn walked told her and reached out for her, but she pushed back until she was against the wall. J'onn followed her and grabber her hands and made should she was looking at him when he spoke.
"Shayera, that will never be done to you. What I did to that Thanagarian...I can promise you-I swear to you that I will never do that to you," J'onn swore.
He had spent so long after trying to assure her, but in the end he thinks she only agreed because she didn't want to continue be there. She was the one league whose mind was always silent to him. And days when you want to apart from it all without being alone, it was a blessing. But then, it was a curse. And everyday the curse grew and grew. And when it was ready to bloom, only darkness could follow.
~JUSTICE LEAGUE~
Location: London, England
The transporter deposited J'onn in the backyard of home. Not really his home, it was the home of Hung Yunnan, his wife's (Wen) father. She was visiting for the week, and after revisiting his time with Shayera, J'onn needs his presence.
The sun was just coming over the horizon; so he was not at all surprise to see his wife coming out the door with her cup of tea. Wen loved to watch the sun rise. She said it was her last chance to bid the moon goodbye and greet the sun.
Wen turned around and saw her husband. He was in his hero form, and she smiled at him. He loved that smile, because it was his. She gave it to him no matter what. He could be in any form and the smile would be the same.
"You're here," she said, from the patio, walking down to him, "I thought you'd be saving the world again."
"The world can be handled without me for a little bit," J'onn said, walking toward her. As he got closer, his appearance changed. Soon he had tan skin, light brown eyes and light brown hair trimmed short. His face morphs from what it was to a narrow face, thick eyebrows, a large nose, a round chin and mutton chops. He is 6' 1" and has a muscular build. He was wearing a pair of jean and button-down shirt.
"Hello, again" his wife said, reaching out her hand and cupping his face.
"Hello," He said, closing the distance between them and kissing her.
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