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Next to him Shayera hollered and cheered along with the rest in the cramped space as two large men tried to force the other out of the ring. He looks over at his companion and asks, "Which one are you rooting for?"

"Both maybe," she answers, "this sport is great, much better than baseball!" she shouts back.

Baseball is one on John's favorite sports, Bruce thinks to himself. "Ready to talk about what you really want to talk to me about?" he asks her.

Shayera stops dead, but refuses to meet his eyes, "N...not yet," she answers, "give me a few more hours."

He lets the matter go and turns back to the ring. Three more matches go by before he says, "You really like Sumo don't you Shay."

"Hell yes! Makes me want to form a women's Sumo league up on the Watchtower," she answers.

The Batman's mind is suddenly filled with images of sweaty female Leaguers, wearing only thongs, slapping, shoving, and body slamming each other. "I think that may have some possibilities," he answers.

Shayera raises an eyebrow, "Your mind went totally dirty with that didn't it?" she asked.

The corner of Batman's mouth raised into a half grin, "The ticket sales would fund the League for years," he jokes. Then out of nowhere his expression darkens. He looks about the room, moving only his eyes to do so.

"Bruce, whats wrong," Shayera whispers.

The Batman lets out a deep and heavy sigh, "Ninjas," he answers.

Shayera snorts slightly in disbelief, "Ninjas? As in the teenage mutant turtle variety?" she asks bemused.

"No, as in the ancient orders of assassins variety," he answers, "the ones so deadly and efficient the masses believed them to be demons."

Shayera takes the hint and looks seriously about the room, but she still doesn't see anything amiss, "So these guys step out of a history book or something?" she asks.

The Dark Knight thinks for a few moments. "No," he answers, "these are modern knock offs. Upstarts working on thousand year old wisdom and somewhat lack luster training to try and mimic the feared Shinobi."

"What makes you say that?" she asks.

"Because I saw him," he answers.

Shayera looks about the room again, and just barely detects movement in the shadows. "These guys are assassins right? So who are they here to assassinate?" she asks.

"VIP box," Bruce answers.

Hawk Girl looks and sees an older Japanese man sitting in a large throne like chair in the middle of the box. On either side stand two large built and armed men of mixed Japanese decent. "He's guarded," she tells her companion.

"Not against this," Bruce tells her.

The Thanagarian woman cracks her neck, "Okay then, whats the plan?" she asks.

"Sit back and enjoy the show," he answers.

Shayera whips her head around to find that he has disappeared. Turning her full attention back up to the VIP box, she sees a glint of naked steel. The shadow holding it pulls itself form the darkness and silently approaches its victim, blade held expertly in its hands.

Before it can close the distance with its intendant prey, an arm reaches out of the shadows and yanks the would-be-killer back into the black from which it came. Her trained eyes catches some more movement in the darkness, but it quickly comes to a stop. Shayera returns her attention back to the Sumo ring.

Not a lot of time passes before the red-haired, green-eyed Bruce Hall rematerializes in his seat. "Any problems," she asks him.

The Batman shrugs, "Its annoying when they pee-themselves, but fortunately I didn't get any on me," he answers.

Shayera nods, "You are the scariest of us," she comments.

"Yes. But Flash comes in at a close second," he says.

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