Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing, I continue the story for you. Here's chapter 7!

They were now at the one place Shayera had been waiting to get to all day, "As much as I love this warm stuff why don't they have any bigger cups?" they were at a bar. A sake bar.

"Because the cups were originally made to correspond to human alcohol tolerances," Batman answers her.

"Oh. You are an entire race of lightweights aren't you Bat...um..Bruce," Shayera winces.

Normally Batman would have been upset at the slip up, but since he was in disguise, he didn't really care. It could only help him if people thought Batman had orange hair and green eyes under the cowl.

Shayera leans in and whispers, "Tell me, when did you stop being Bruce who becomes Batman, and start being Batman who sometimes pretends to be Bruce."

Batman smiles and the question, "I've always been 'Bruce Wayne'," he answers, "Just one day I had to put on a mask. The one of the drunk fop without a care in the world. The only problem is that everyone, me included, got used to calling the fop Bruce, and calling me Batman."

The redheaded women unleashes a burst of laughter at that, Wow it is really that simple. "And here I thought you had some sort of multiple personality disorder," she says.

Bruce gets a serious look on his face, "No, not me. But I think Clark might be heading down that road. He has to juggle being Superman, Kal-el, Clark Kent, and himself all at the same time. He worries me," he tells her.

"Let me get this straight, you are worried about Superman's psychological troubles?" she asks.

"Of course," he answers, "that man has problems."

Shayera lets out a large belly laugh. The Flash should take lessons form you. She picks up her cup and holds it up for a toast, "Come on, your at least drinking one of those tonight," she tells him

He clinks his cup against hers, "To family," he says.

"To family," she agrees, and they both down the toast.

The night wore on, and despite the weakness of the sake (by Thanagarian standards), Hawk Girl eventually manages to get herself rather drunk. "Its not fair! He can hump that jungle bitch whenever he wants, but I can't find anyone to help me. I'm stuck helping myself," she pouts drunkenly.

"I find it hard to believe that you can't find any man willing to let you use him for sex," Batman counters.

"Its true! Not even any of the big bad superheros! Its not like I want to marry any of them, I just want one to shut up, get naked, and help me relax. Is that to much to ask?" she asks.

Batman thinks on that for a second, "I think if you used those words exactly, your problems would be over," he answers.

Shayera laughs uncontrollably, "Yeah, I am good with blunt!" she shouts. She then, promptly, falls over.

Taking that as his cue he asks for the check. Out of nowhere he feels a very pleasant feeling. Looking down he sees Shayera's head resting on his knee and her hand rubbing his crotch. "Diana calls this 'happiness'. Its been awhile since I felt any happiness..." she dreamily says.

Bruce gently takes her by the wrist and moves her hand away from 'happiness'. He then looks into her clouded eyes and says, "I don't know a lot about where your from Shayera, but in most places on Earth, incest is illegal."

Shayera smiles happily up at him, then passes out.

In the morning she wakes in the hotel bed to the sound of someone brushing their teeth in the bathroom. "Bruce?" she calls out.

"Yes," the person in the bathroom answers.

"We didn't have sex, did we?" she asks.

"Of course not," he answers. He steps out of the bathroom, out of disguise and dressed for the day, "I would have insisted that you let your wings out if we had."

She sighs, "Why are all Earth men obsessed with my wings? I wish at least one of them would notice my breasts. I know they aren't amazon size, but I think they're well formed," she pouts.

Batman can't help but laugh. He sits at the edge of the bed and takes her hand in his, "You alright?" he asks. She nods and says, "Thank you." Bruce kisses her on the forehead. Then he stands and walks to the center of the room.

"Oh Bruce," she calls, turning his attention back. Sitting up in bed, she pulls the necklace off. Amazingly her wings jut out to full size instantly. The gust of wind caused by them blow the covers off the bed and toss her hair up to catch the sunlight streaming through the window.

Wow..., the Batman gulps and quickly press the button on his remote to transport him away. Shayera leans back against the headboard, quite pleased with herself.

TBC. Tell me what you guys think.