Thanks for all the reviews. Here comes chapter three!

There are a few very important rules to the art of disguise. One of these days he would have to tell Clark about them (thinking of Kent's means of hiding his secret identity was one of those thing that might eventually lead Bruce to his own private room in Arkham). First is to wear the disguise when you don't want to be recognized, not after (in other words, wear a mask while being a superhero instead of hiding behind a fake pair of glasses when your not). Also when disguising yourself as another person, try to add easily memorable marks, scars and tattoos work well and changing the color of your eyes does wonders.

The Batman stops to look over his new appearance in the mirror. His hair is now red (well closer to orange) and almost the same shade as Shayera's. His eyes are a very similar green to hers as well, and the contacts are nigh invisible and extremely comfortable, though they do nothing to alter his vision and are rather expensive. He notices his five o'clock shadow is verging on an actual beard, and though he might like to let it go, he didn't feel like trying to color it. So he lathers up his face, grabs his straight razor, and begins to work.

His reasons for wearing this particular disguise today are three fold. First, he wants to be "himself" without the burden of being "Bruce Wayne", which sadly requires a mask of some sort. Second, he does not want to explain, constantly through out the day, that he and Shayera were not on a "date". Though he did not know what type of disguise his friend was using (he had been informed she was doing something) he doubted she would change her eyes, and that alone should show some family connection, and stop any romantic conclusions. Lastly he needed to test the contacts.

Alfred comes to stand in the door of the bathroom, "It would be interesting to see Mr. West's reaction to you right now Master Bruce," he tells his ward.

"You think he would be able to recognize me?" he asks.

"Only if you activated your 'Bat-Glare' sir," Alfred answers, "What would you like to wear to you outing with Ms. Hol sir?"

Bruce smiles into the mirror, "I would like a simple dark colored T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of sneakers," he answers.

"Really breaking the mold to day aren't you sir?" he asks, "I can't remember the last time you wore a short sleeve shirt out."

"Today I don't care about showing my scares," Bruce answers.

Fifteen minutes later he is dressed and ready for the day, downstairs in the library when he hears the door bell ring. "I got it Alfred!" he shouts, rushing to the door.

He opens it to reveal Shayera Hol, dressed nice but casually...without wings. He marvels at the sight. "Seriously Bruce. I know I'm beautiful, but must you stare?" Shayera jokes.

"How...how on Earth were you able to do it?" Bruce asks mystified, passing his had through the empty space her Thanagarian wings used to reside.

Shayera reaches into the collar of her shirt and pulls out a necklace, from which hangs a pair of gold wings, "I got this on loan from Dr. Fate," she answers.

"Amazing," is his only response.

She looks the Dark Knight up and down, as if seeing him for the first time, "You should give Superman lessons," she tells him.

"Please, don't even get me started on it," he answers, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"So how are we traveling today, Mr...?" she asks.

"Hall. Bruce Hall," he answers.

"Oh. I take it I'm Shay Hall then?" she asks, smiling.

"My stubborn and bratty younger sibling, yes," he answers.

She gives him a quick jab to the shoulder, confirming that she still had her super-human strength, "Alright bro, and how are we getting there?" she asks.

He smiles and says, "J'onn," he says, then they both disappear in a flash of blue light.

TBC. Tell me how I'm doing guys.