This was it, Issi thought. In a few hours, they would break into Earth's solar system; and she would finally get to kill that traitorous bitch she called her sister. Why couldn't she have been born first? Issi gripped the railing of the catwalk in the command ship. Her sister was such a waste of talent…a waste of wings…a waste of life. Even when she made horrific mistakes, her parents still chose her over Issi, simply because Issi was born two years later. She was going to crush her traitorous sister. She was going to literally wipe her bitch of a sister from existence. Shayera Hol was about to become a distant memory.
Shayera stood on the balcony, staring up at the early morning sky. Clark and Diana had just left. Now, she was in Bruce's bedroom – well, her bedroom for now. "How was your talk with Diana?" she heard from behind her. She turned to face Bruce. "Clark and I didn't hear the sound of objects being thrown and broken," he stood beside her. "Didn't hear any shouting."
Shayera smiled. "No shouting, no fighting of any kind. I learned something about you." Bruce raised a questioning brow. "You voted for me to stay," she said.
"Oh," was all Bruce said.
"Thank you."
"Not sure why you're thanking me. Flash voted for you to stay, too."
"My feelings for Flash aren't the same feelings I have for you," Shayera blushed.
"And how do you feel for me?" he smirked.
"Bruce," she sighed exasperatedly. Bruce chuckled as he yanked her into his body. "Woah," Shayera gasped, bracing herself on Bruce's chest.
"We were interrupted," he smiled small.
"Were we?" Shayera blushed. "I don't remember what we were doing."
"Really?" he smirked.
"Remind me?" she asked breathlessly.
Bruce quickly responded, bringing their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss. Pulling apart, Bruce asked playfully, "Does that jog your memory?"
"A little," Shayera chuckled. Standing on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around Bruce's neck and pressed her body into his. "I think my memory needs a little more refreshing." Bruce only smiled before lowering his head once more.
"One minute until impact, Lieutenant," the pilot said to Issi.
"Good," Issi snarled.
"Are you sure you'll be able to kill your own sister?" Katar asked, coming to stand behind her.
"Will you be able to kill the woman your heart desires?" Issi shot back.
"Your sister and my relationship was platonic at best."
"But you'd rather be married to her than me," Issi glared at him through her war mask. Katar said nothing. "Why don't you worry about taking down Earth's Man of Steel?" Issi said.
"Are you certain this Lex Luthor is trustworthy?" Katar asked, staring down at his mace lined with kryptonite.
"No," Issi said with a scoff. "He is very untrustworthy, but I was his jailer last time we were on Earth. All he talked about was how much he hated Superman and all of the different ways he was planning on killing Superman."
"All stop in 3…2…1," the pilot said, all ships coming to an abrupt halt. "Earth up ahead."
Issi straightened her gold gauntlets. She gave her husband a wry smile before kissing the underside of his jaw. "Let's go kill my sister."
Carter, or Hawkman, walked the halls of the Watchtower, whistling a merry tune – swinging his mace. He loved it up here. Being that he was big into astrology and astronomy, looking out the windows at the stars was his favorite pastime. Sometimes, he felt so close enough to touch them. A gaggle of chatting superheroines walked past him. Of course, the stars weren't the only view-worthy things in the Watchtower. One of the female leaguers, green from head to toe, turned and gave him a sultry wink before walking away with a flirtatious sway to her hips. Oh yeah, I could get used to this, he thought. Carter turned to look out a nearby window, his superior eyesight homing in on a flying object. Crap! He flew to the monitor room. Instead of the Martian, Booster Gold stood at the helm. "We need to alert Superman!" Hawkman yelled. "They're here! Thanagarians are here!"
Shayera sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting Bruce's shirt on her body. A small smile rested on her face. She was in a much better headspace and resolved not to freak out. A hand sneaked its way around her waist, and she was pulled into a firm chest. Shayera felt lips on the back of her neck. "You okay?" Bruce asked as his fingers caressed her waist and thighs. "How's your back?"
"It's fine, Bruce," Shayera reassured her as she attempted to stop Bruce's wandering hands. Shayera shuddered as Bruce began massaging her back. "Oh, wow," she gasped, "that feels so good. Thank you." Bruce only hmphed in response and dug his fingers in deeper. "Bruce," Shayera pulled away and turned to him. "Thank you," she said. "I can never thank you enough."
"You've thanked me many, many times, Shayera," Bruce said.
"Bruce," Shayera sighed at him.
"You're welcome," he gave her a small nod.
"So now what?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" Bruce continued the massage. "We prepare for the Thanagarians. We succeed. I take you out on a date."
Shayera smiled at that. "If we're to – " Shayera's voice broke. The hair on her arms stood up. She turned her head towards the sky. The hair on her arms stood up. She could sense them. Shayera stood to her feet and slowly made her way to the balcony, looking up at the sky. Lights resembling stars began to appear. Bruce stood next to her. "Bruce," Shayera breathed out.
"Those aren't shooting stars, are they?" he asked as he followed her gaze.
"No. They're here." As soon as the words left her lips, all hell broke loose.