Innocence of a Small Child
Summary: During "Starcrossed". Batman invites the League to stay at his house for dinner before they decide to remove Hawkgirl from the JL. Wondering through the house, Hawkgirl meets the innocence of a small child.
Author's Note: I doubt Tim Drake (the current Robin) would be around but hey, this is a Fan Fiction and I'll put what I want in it. Lol. This thought just popped in my head and I thought it was a good idea. A review would be most helpful.
Disclaimer: Sadly… I own nothing…
Chapter 1: Wonderings
She sat alone. Alone in this big room staring at a big wall with a full amount of guilt, hurt and confusion on her shoulders.
Shayera Hol hung her head low in shame as she thought of what the Justice League would say tomorrow. They would most likely throw her out. Diana wasn't even speaking to her… it would be clear of Diana's vote. Superman always tried to forgive but even the Big Blue Boy Scout couldn't deny her betrayal. J'onn was a hard puzzle to figure out when it came to decisions. Flash seemed understanding… he would probably vote her to stay. Then there was Batman. Shayera wasn't sure to be worried with his vote or grateful.
But the worst part of her worry was John. How would he vote? Would he kick her out? He had every right to. After all, she had betrayed him. Betrayed the Justice League. She had betrayed everyone she had ever cared for and loved, and now she was stuck up the creek with out a paddle and it was all her fault.
She gave a heavy sigh and looked around her guest room. Of course it was full of all the luxuries she could ever need… after all… Bruce Wayne was that rich playboy. He could afford anything he wanted. Her glorious room came to no surprise to her.
Glancing at her clock, she saw it was 6:00pm. Alfred, Bruce's butler and a very kindly gentleman had informed Shayera dinner was at six. But she couldn't possibly bring herself down there… Diana would glare. Bruce would put his un-readable face on. Clark would try to start a friendly conversation. J'onn would remain silent and Wally would talk loudly trying to make the solemn group laugh. And John… he'd… no she'd rather not even think about John.
"I suppose I better get off my lazy butt and do something…" Shayera said to herself standing up, her wings stretching slightly.
She walked over to her door and placed a smooth hand on the golden handle. She twisted the knob and walked out into the long, almost never ending hallway of Wayne Manor.
Looking at various pieces of artwork as she passed along the hallways, Shayera felt a bit at peace. No one was with her reminding her of her pain. She felt relaxed and at ease walking along by herself. She didn't have to worry about a weak conversation to keep a League member talking to her… no… she could just think and feel free.
She saw a flight of stairs and decided to head up them. Making her way to the top she realized she was no longer on what she would call the 'Guest Level'. The pictures on this floor, the whole presence of this room was more than what she felt on the previous level. Family winds were present in this hallway.
The wall had happy people smiling back at the Thanagerian and she couldn't help, but to smile back. Pictures… they could careless if you were evil or good. They'd always smile back.
One picture in particular caught Shayera's eye as she looked at it. It was a man and a woman, smiling happily together with out a care in the world. The man looked very similar to Batman, but they woman had the same eyes as him. She grinned happily realizing this was the picture of Bruce's parents. She had heard that they had… moved on… and she felt honored to see them.
"I like to look at that picture too…" said a voice behind her.
Shayera almost jumped out of her skin. She turned around quickly to see a small child looking at her causally.
He had black hair and friendly looking eyes, he was grinning at her as if he had known Shayera for a long time.
"Pardon?" Shayera asked.
"I said, I like to look at that picture too," the boy told her.
Shayera raised an eyebrow, "I never said I like—"
"You didn't have to," the boy said, "You were smiling. So I knew."
Shayera stood in silence looking at the boy. He looked like Bruce, but then again, he didn't. She was puzzled as to where he came from.
"Ohhh… ummm…" the Thanagerian began, "Who… exactly… are you? Bruce never said he had a son."
The boy laughed, "Cause he doesn't."
"Little brother?"
"No way!"
"Ummm… I'm running out of options kid," Shayera told him.
The boy grinned again, "You were close when you said son…"
"Cousin?"
"Nope."
"Nephew?"
"Bruce is an only child."
"I can't think of anything else…" Shayera told him, "I give up kid, who are you?"
Offering out his hand, the boy smiled, introducing himself, "Tim Drake. Bruce adopted me. I had a bit of a… well… I wasn't doing to well before Batman came 'round."
Shayera was a bit taken back. Batman… taking in a child? She didn't picture the Dark Knight offering a helping hand in that way. But then again, he had… there was proof standing right in front of her shaking here hand!
"Shayera Hol…" she said remembering her manners.
"I know," Tim told her excitedly, "Or known as… Hawkgirl. Bruce has told me about you."
Shayera felt her face fell… sure he told the boy… probably about how she betrayed him and the Justice League, "Yes… I'm sure he has."
Tim seemed to have picked up on her hurtful tone, "No worries, he didn't tell me about you 'cause he thought of you bad. He tells me about his Justice League missions, only 'cause I bug him to…"
Shayera smiled.
"He says I'm too young to be a part of your little club," Tim rolled his eyes, "He just doesn't want me taking his glory away."
Shayera felt her lips curve into a smile and even let out a small chuckle. The kid was alright. And surprisingly enough… he seemed to careless that she had almost gotten Earth destroyed and killed the Justice League due to secrets and lies.
"How come you're not at dinner?" Tim asked, "I wanted to meet you but you never came down."
Hanging her head, Shayera gave her pitiful answer, "I've caused the team enough trouble. I didn't want to burden them with my presence."
Tim snorted, "Oh it's okay. I burden Batman all the time and I still show up at the table. Come on," Tim said, "We can go down together and get something to eat… but… only if you want to."
Shayera looked at the boy with a happy expression. He was so kind… so innocence. He gave off the only innocence a child could give.
"Come on… you gotta be hungry." Tim said leading her down the hall, "I can hear your stomach growling."
"My stomachs not growling," Shayera told him as she heard her stomach growl… as if right on time.
"Okay…" the winged woman said giving in, "Perhaps I'm a little hungry."
Tim gave a confidant grin, "Told you so."
Shayera began to follow him down the stairs to the kitchen. The kid was alright in her books… something that she needed right now. A innocent friend.
Author's Note: So what do you guys think so far? There will be more to come. Tell me what you think. Please review if it's not too much trouble.