Diana sighed again as she walked down the dismal grey watchtower hall, looking outside to the stars with some semblance of hope for she and her lover. Sadness was restrained in her icy blue eyes as she thought more on how she felt for the Thanagarian that had treated her properly, cared for her correctly, and loved her tenderly. She then had an epiphany as she crashed into the back of J'onn Jones, rubbing her head lightly as a mock gesture of pain, she smiled at him and they hugged. As their embrace was brought to a conclusion, J'onn turned and continued walking, paying no heed to the comrade who had fought beside him for so many years. Wonder Woman strained slightly to keep up with him in her 2-inch heels. The pair strutted in silence as they passed newer members, sanitary officers, and shuttle pilots on their way to the Hall of Justice where the Original Seven would conduct a meeting in private. The Princess looked at the hardened, even cold, expression that the Martian carried on his features; the two of them had always understood each other, being lonely in this foreign place regardless of how long they lived here, no true intimacy had been received by either in the pair. Silence was their companion as they neared their destination, the air growing colder and thinner while the number of other people around them decreased significantly by the second. Neither spoke, though it sounded as though neither was even breathing, when the looming grey door came into view. J'onn pressed his emerald hand against the panel in the wall for the door to slide open above them; the pair forced a smile, Diana's lips curled upward because she intended to make Shayera jealous the second that she walked in, and J'onn because some people had apparently complained that he was rather intimidating. As each of the Seven sat down, J'onn appeared to have a sudden realization; his face lit up and he turned his yellow eyes on the Amazon in excitement, as if information resurfaced from the depths of that bottomless Martian intellect. "Thank you for taking care of that mission for me this morning, I hope Shayera didn't make it sound like too much of a chore." His sentence, spoken in that monotone voice, echoed through her mind as they took their seats around the large, circular table. A revelation occurred as she grew aware of the reason for Shayera's disappearance, all anger at being abandoned vanished and happiness washed over her. It was then that the Princess knew she needed to learn to trust in the things that the Thanagarian did, she didn't have to agree with them, but she had to trust that there was a specific reason. A broad smile appeared on her face as her blue gaze fixated on the doorway where her Thanagarian lover would stroll through with those wonderful gleaming emerald eyes and pride that simply has no boundary. It was decided, she would stay with Shayera and have a life with the winged beauty. Over the course of agonizing minutes, the room filled with the key figures that created, shaped, and continuously mold the Justice League; only one was missing when the clock indicated that the session would begin. With a sigh, Batman's gravelly voice rang out in the room.
"Where the Hell is Shayera? We sent out a communications message to all of us, not to mention the fact that it plays on a loop until the desired recipient does something about it." He looked around the table with curiosity lining his eyes just as the whites of his cowl did.
"There is definitely something wrong here. Try contacting her again." Superman said, keeping his eyes level.
"Shayera, Shayera do you read?" A silence followed as the seven of them grew quiet.
"Well, who here knows her best?" Flash broke through the silence, his hands thrust out and a quirk on his lips as he looked at Diana.
"I think Flash knows her best because he's with her all the damn time." John murmured under his breath, crossing his arms and looking away as Flash smiled and stuck both his thumbs up into the air.
"No, Lantern does. He knows her best." Superman said with a slight smirk. Wonder Woman was growing agitated very quickly.
"What do you mean, 'I know her best'?! How should I know where she is?! I've been with Mari for months, and the most contact I've had with Shayera is passing her in the hallway, where every time, I get a fierce glare!" John's voice boomed throughout the metal room, he had practically jumped from his chair to throw his hands on the table in frustration and anger. "I have no idea where she is!" He yelled at Superman, turning to the powerhouse in the hopes of having some sort of protection from suspicions.
Wonder Woman's fists clenched under the table. "John, you were with her for who knows how long, you are the only one who had greater access to her personal life than the rest of us." Clark said, holding his hand up, palm out, as a peace-promoting gesture.
"We were only together for a month!" Lantern retorted as he leaned forward, "If anyone knew her well, its Wally, ask him!" He pointed at the man clad in crimson.
The Amazon's heart rate was rapidly increasing its speed as it pounded in her ears. Flash threw his hands up in submission and exasperation, "Hey, don't look at me! I was kidding a minute ago! We're best friends that traded the best burger restaurants we knew and cool clubs with lots of chicks; its not like we were romantically involved, she never told me where she went to think!" He finished in a rush, pointing back at John. Diana's rage was quickly reaching a peak, J'onn looked at her with concern mounting in those normally expressionless yellow eyes.
Superman nodded, his eyes falling back on the Green Lantern as his arms crossed over his chest, "So I say again, John, you know her best."
"He does not know her best!" Wonder Woman stood, her hands planted firmly on the table, the muscles in her arms rigid.
"What do you mean, Princess? You practically hate Shayera! You almost killed her by slamming her face into Mari's head! How the Hell would you know where she is?!" Lantern turned to face her, his brow furrowed in anger.
"You just said that you've been with Vixen and you have absolutely no idea where Hawk Girl could be. Are you admitting that you DID know her the best?" J'onn said, his face expressionless.
"You know what?! That IS what I'm saying, I was with Shayera and I am the one who knows her the best!" Lantern shouted angrily, the tiniest of smiles creeping up on one corner of his mouth.
"Liar!" Wonder Woman shouted, throwing her fist across John's face; the little man fell to the ground and turned his head back to her, his face contorted in anger as blood fell from his broken nose. The Amazon stood tall and proud as she looked a him, not even bothering to wipe his filth from her hand; the heroine turned to her companions sitting at the large table. "I know her best, because, you see Lantern, I am her girlfriend." A smile crossed her lips and took refuge there as she stared down at him fearlessly; her eyes passed over Flash and J'onn, she winked at them and received proud smiles from each. A wave of relief and happiness washed over her as she realized that she didn't care who knew about the two of them being together, she felt very strongly for the woman with beautiful grey wings and she gladly accepted the fact that they were meant to be. "The Gods have been truly kind to me for making my wishes for Shayera become a beautiful reality." A broad smile enveloped her features as the words left her lips.
"Indeed they have." A voice echoed through the conference room as a beautiful woman clad in black stepped forward to let the light bathe her. Grey wings glowed as the contrast of black and gleaming silver made them stand out marvelously; numerous silver spikes protruded from the legs and arms of this beautiful woman. Her breasts were being restrained by a black bra that held her up and displayed the beauty of this woman; the tan skin that was visible shone pale in the light, making the only three visible colors black, white, and red with two bright flares of emerald. Five jaws fell open at the realization of the identity of this stunning woman, the only one who didn't obviously gawk over the image of Shayera was her Amazonian lover. The Thanagarian removed her silver helmet to flourish the flaming red hair that had grown to her mid back in order to further display how luxuriant her new attire was, as well as how sexy it looked on such a muscled body. Grey wings shimmered in the light as the silver reflections played about in the room and along the walls. "Hello darling." Shayera said as she pulled the Amazon into a kiss in front of their teammates, her black-clad hands burrowing into the ebony hair of the beautiful Princess. When they pulled away for air, Wonder Woman saw something in the eyes of her lover, a fire as bright as Shayera's red hair. Clapping glowed hands together, the Thanagarian was able to succeed in clanking together the 3-inch talons on each finger. "Lets get to business, shall we?" She took her seat next to Batman without another word, setting her silver helmet down next to her on the table, and raising a brow when John stared at her with his jaw agape. "Something you like, Lantern? Too bad, you can't have it." She nearly spat at the puny man who's nose was still bleeding, it was now obvious that he wouldn't be tending it soon, any efforts would he for naught regardless of what he did.
Diana sat in her seat, across from the woman she loved in her new attire, she simply could not look away as their meeting came to order; her blue eyes were drawn down to the splendid cleavage that she had kissed many times. "On to our next subject..." She barely heard Clark say. Several minutes, which felt like hours, passed by as she stared adoringly at Shayera.
"Alright, meeting adjourned." Batman stood, his hands placed firmly on the table and exhaustion in his voice, a
gathering for an extended period of time such as this was obviously too much for his apathetic nature. Diana's breath was excited and rapid as she leapt from the table to seize the gloved right hand of her lover; the Thanagarian picked up her gleaming silver helmet as she turned to her lover. They smiled instantaneously and walked out into the hallway hand in hand. As they strolled, Shayera turned to the Amazon and pulled strands of ebony hair away from a pale ear.
"Lets go to your room." She breathed, pressing their hips together and forcing her waist spikes into Diana.
"I suppose it is my turn to host the party." The Princess whispered as the stinging pain turned into pleasure and heightened her excitement. Taking the hand of her Thanagarian lover, she led the way towards her bedroom, fighting the undying urge to rip off the sexy spikes that now coated the redhead and ravage her. Wonder Woman thought it was odd for Shayera to be looking about in such a manner, it was if she hadn't been to the Watchtower before in her life. She shook her head and continued on, drawing the two of them ever closer to their destination. As the grey door opened in front of them, the two women kissed passionately; Shayera's helmet was thrown to the side as she forced her Princess against the wall, stripping the red costume from her body in a matter of seconds. Their kisses grew even more heated as they were placed on surfaces that were not the other's mouth. There was a new side to this that Diana found exciting beyond belief; her pleasure was growing rapidly by the second, bring erected so masterfully by a new increasingly animalistic side of the redhead. There was a greater passion that radiated like fire off of the surface of Shayera's skin, it both excited and slightly scared Wonder Woman. The Princess took it upon herself to ensure that her warrior was satisfied thoroughly, but after she'd had her turn. As the moment of climax drew nearer for Shayera, having been pleasured extensively by her Princess, she did something most...unexpected. Her pleasure and desire had grown to a point where it simply must be sated by one with masterful hands, or a skilled tongue; and while she came, she cried out into the hot air around them as her wings tensed above them.
It was a name that escaped her lips, albeit an unexpected and unknown one, "Barbara!" she cried. The Princess's back stiffened when the realization that it was not her own name being washed upon her; however, she didn't want to anger the woman who was clearly her superior. She tried to ignore the feelings of confusion and mistrust that began forming inside of her, and settled down next to her lover in the comfortable green sheets of her bed. And as the Amazon drifted off to sleep, she felt a very bad idea rear its ugly head; with all her might she tried to squelch such a thought because she didn't want it to be true, with all her heart she willed it to simply be the constant worrying of an untrusting woman. When she closed her eyes, the idea seemed all too logical.