Disclaimers Note: I Do Not Own Justice League or Justice League Unlimited.
Authors Note: Just a few notes. This is a long, not extremely, but it's got good stuff in it. If you guys would like sequel to this, just review to me a yes or no and an explanation. I'd love to hear your thoughts even if you disliked it. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the conclusion to this story.
Move On
Bruce
Love is one of the hardest and terrifying ventures in the world; Yet it is the greatest treasure that we cherish the most.
Batman watched Wonder Woman walk into the meeting room of the founding Justice Leaguers, seeing everyone there but Superman and John. Flash was sitting in a chair with his feet propped up on the table. J'Onn was standing by the large window of the room, looking out into the starry universe with a look of deep thought. And at the corner did she see whom she wanted to see all day-
"Hello, Batman." Wonder Woman said, nodding her head to the shadowed figure. "I didn't see you last night."
Batman didn't say anything.
"Busy." He finally said when Wonder Woman didn't say anything except for the roll of her eyes.
That was when Shayera came in with her mace, a little huffy looking with a brow raised and walking towards Batman and Wonder Woman.
"Look, I get the whole don't trust thing." Shayera stepped in between the two and pointed her mace at Batman, leaning towards him with anger. "But I don't need to be followed around like some threat to society every time I step outside!"
Wonder Woman was just about to say something when Batman spoke up. "I wasn't following you-"
"I saw you!" Shayera leaned in even more, but Batman didn't move. Though his eyes did, however, seem to light a little with-something.
They were loud enough to be heard, which was why Wonder Woman saw Flash seemingly lean more their way to hear. Even J'onn sort-of turned to the side a little more.
"Excuse us, Wonder Woman." Batman told the Amazon. "We need to sort something out." Batman indicating to Shayera and himself with a nod.
Wonder Woman, confused still, just stepped to the side.
Shayera just growled as she turned and walked off with her mace resting on her shoulder. "This better be good, Batman, or your going to be missing a head…"
Batman just followed Shayera out just as Superman and John came walking in.
Superman, holding the door, blinked at the two walking out. "Batman? Shayera?" He asked.
John, behind the man of steel, looked at them from the side. "Where are you two going?"
Shayera just passed them with just a grunt.
"Problem." Batman stopped to explain, "We'll work it out in a few." He then just left, leaving the two to figure out whatever that "problem" was on their own.
However, John leaned towards Batman as he passed him and whispered, "I hope to see you alive."
Batman and Shayera entered an empty room and just as Batman closed the door behind him, Shayera whipped around with fire lighting in her green eyes.
"Who the hell do you think you are, following me around!" Shayera shouted as she placed her mace against the wall. "I have paid my debt to humanity and have to live with the fact that I, myself, have caused my people to be extinct! I think I have enough trouble without you trailing after my ass all day and night!"
Shayera placed herself as near as possible to the man in black, her eyes meeting his. Their lips were a very close distance and Batman could feel the heat from her flushed-mad skin.
"I know why you keep partnering up with me, Batman." Shayera said with narrowed eyes. "You still don't trust me. I shouldn't blame you after what I did but this is ridiculous! Are you waiting for something bad to happen so that you can blame it on me? I know you voted me out of the Justice League when I betrayed the group but I am sorry about all that. I regret that I had ever done such a thing. But I am through with being treated with contempt and whether you like it or not," Shayera placed her face close to Batman's so that she could see every detail of his face. "I am here to stay. So get over it!"
Batman, not really knowing what he was doing, took Shayera into his arms and kissed her hard. He pressed her body into hers, molding themselves together. Shayera was just as surprised at the sudden action but was surprised even more with herself when she kissed him back with the same intensity.
Batman finally let her go and they parted, both heaving heavily.
"Shit." Batman growled as he turned, opened the door, and walked out.
Shayera stood in the room, looking after him confused and flushed. She had a hand at her neck as her body began to scream for more.
After that incident, the two avoided each other at all costs. If they were assigned to the same mission, they'd have someone fill in for them or call in "sick."
Batman couldn't even work without thinking about this winged beauty.
Until the day he saw Shayera crying one day in the database library of the Control Tower.
That's how it all started and now Bruce Wayne sat across Shayera, in front of a fireplace that glowed and crackled in the darkness in the den of his country mansion. Bruce was on a chair while Shayera sat close to the fire, her arms around her knees that pressed to her chest.
There she sat…
Bruce didn't know what to think…well, he didn't really think that Shayera would come.
She surprised him the night she showed up at his door. He didn't think her pride would let her. Maybe she wasn't that much like himself.
Alfred wasn't here, seeing to the Mansion and Batcave in Gotham, so the house was looking just like a bachelors home should look.
They hadn't spoken much since that day. Bruce locked himself in his office, working on projects of the Wayne Industries. He was really trying to keep himself away from the beautiful Thungdarian woman in his home.
Why?
Because he couldn't understand why she was there…
In front of him…
A yard from just a reach of his hand…
And Bruce hated the things he couldn't figure something out.
It was part of his Batman side of caution.
Then, for some odd reason, Bruce found himself knocking on Shayera's door, and asking her to join him in his den. The house seemed to be really cold, the air conditioning wasn't working, and Bruce's den was the only room with a fireplace.
It seemed logical enough.
Now, here Bruce sat with his eyes fixated on an exquisite red-haired woman with wings of an angel, sitting near the fire.
"Shayera-" Bruce started.
Shayera's head turned, the wisps of her hair moving with her turn as it fell onto her shoulders. "Yes?" She said, her green-eyes sparkling.
Damn…
Bruce thought.
However, he managed to speak on without a glitch in his voice. "Are you comfortable here?"
Shayera smiled, which seemed to radiate more than the fire's own glow. Her eyes shined like green gems, twinkling with beauty and wonder.
"Yes." Shayera answered. "I wanted to thank you for letting me stay here but I've barely seen you since the day I arrived."
"Yeah, well-" Bruce coughed, "I've been finishing some stuff up for my company."
Shayera cocked her head to the side, her hair falling on her knees, and her eyes locked with Bruce's own. "I've never really seen you without your mask. I mean, I've seen you plenty but not…" She paused and then went on, "so close."
Bruce gaze did not waver as Shayera smiled and looked back at the fire.
"I've always thought you and I were alike," Bruce finally said after minutes in silence.
"Yes," Shayera thought. "I have as well."
"But we are very different." Bruce added, which seemed to surprise the bird-woman.
"How so?"
Bruce leaned so that his elbows were propped up by his knees. "I like to think things through whereas you like to be spontaneous and just go."
Shayera smiled at this and said, "While I take things for what they are… you like to figure out if there's more to it."
Bruce shrugged, "There are other ways to situations."
Shayera gazed up into Bruce's eyes, "I'm beginning to see that."
They sat there, taking each other in, soaking up whatever heat seemed to be building between the two. Shayera could feel her heart pounding a little faster with each passing minute. Bruce tried hard not to lose himself in the deep pools of green that were her eyes.
"I saw you walking in the garden and wanted to know if you were-"
"Yes," Shayera smiled with a nod. "I was fine. I just got up early so I could catch the sunrise."
Bruce was always taken by how Shayera would know what he would say before he would say it. Shayera didn't even seem to notice this habit she'd taken up.
Bruce stood up, not really knowing why, but he did. To his surprise, Shayera stood up as well.
"You can stay here," Bruce started, "I'm just going to get something-"
Shayera stepped forward with a hand in the air, indicating for Bruce to stop talking.
"I…" Shayera's eyes dropped to the floor and then back up to Bruce, "Don't really understand why you did this. I mean…I thought you and Diana had this thing…"
Bruce shook his head as he reached for Shayera, pulling her towards him.
"Then I would have asked Diana-" Bruce paused to give Shayera a small smile with a caress of the hand down the side of her cheek. "But I didn't."
Bruce then added huskily, his lips touching just the tip of her mouth. "I asked you."
"You know people are going to…" Shayera paused, trying to keep her knees from weakening. "…talk…"
"Let them talk," Bruce whispered as he nipped at Shayera's neck.
"Bruce…" Shayera broke off their embrace and turned her winged-back towards him.
"We'd never work." Shayera whispered.
Bruce smiled and wrapped his arms from behind the beautiful woman with the wings of an angel. Shayera wrapped her wings to the sides of her to give Bruce room to lay his head on the crook of her neck.
"I believe we can." Bruce said softly as he tightened his arms around Shayera a little more.
Shayera smiled as her tears ran down her face.
"Maybe it could work." Shayera answered and turned to face Bruce.
"It will. It will." Bruce tucked Shayera's chin with a finger and then smiled.
Shayera smiled back as she slowly slid her hands around Bruce's neck.
Her smile was a rare, captivating smile that made always caught Bruce of guard. That extraordinary, genuine smile that he found pleasure in that she directed it towards him.
Bruce then leaned forward and captured Shayera's lips with his own. It was everything they both seemed to be looking for and so they fell into each other with their all.
Bruce and Shayera pulled away and stared at each other breathlessly.
It was worth it for this moment and there was nothing that could stop them.
Love is one of the hardest and terrifying ventures in the world; Yet it is the greatest treasure that we cherish the most.
Thank You For Reading! Thank you for the supporters and even to those whom didn't like it as much. I've learned more so I want thank you all. I hope you enjoyed this piece! Please Review or Comment on anything!
Island Sweetheart