"I was about to bop your friend's head off when she suggested to get clothes from the maternity section." Her frown turned into a smirk. "I still can't believe you took one of everything off the racks and wrote a check; I didn't even try anything on."
"Alfred assured me that he can fix the clothes in time for you to wear them tomorrow." Bruce returned the smirk. "It's one of the many perks of being a billionaire. I'm glad you didn't hit Rachel. She can be a little challenging to deal with sometimes. Just keep in mind that you need her help anytime she gets on your nerves. Though you've been showing more restraint than normal."
"You told me to control my temper Bruce," She replied. "I'm taking your advise and really trying to control myself. Besides, I need to learn how to be a positive role model."
Bruce was about to answer when Alfred appeared in the doorway, "Miss Dawes is here with the paperwork sir."
"You can send her in Alfred." He looked over at Shayera. "Remember be nice."
"Good the motley duo's here." Rachel stated as she received a glare from Shayera. "Save it big bird."
"Oh go jump off a cliff," She retorted. "Stupid bi-"
"I told you to be nice." Bruce hissed at Shayera but turned towards Rachel. "That goes for you too, don't instigate her. She's temperamental enough without her hormones running wild."
"I am not temperamental and my hormones are not running wild!" Shayera shouted at Bruce who only raised an eyebrow. She sulked and sighed, "Yeah I know I just proved your point. Rub it in."
"I think I will," Rachel muttered with a snicker as the Thanagarian growled.
Bruce glared at Rachel, "I won't save you if Shayera attacks you from you provoking her."
He grimaced as he watched the two woman give each other death glares. This was going to be a very long three weeks. He was seriously praying for it to be over with sooner because he didn't know how long he could keep the two from killing each other. He did not want to become the target of Shayera's wrath or her mace. John was seriously going to owe him for this later.
"Can we please start with the paperwork and get it over with?" He asked, making the two break their glaring contest.
Rachel reached into her bag and pulled out a file folder and slapped it down on the coffee table. "Let's get this over with."
"My thoughts exactly." Shayera mumbled.
"Full legal name," Rachel read off the paper. Bruce had left the room leaving the two woman to their own devises until he returned. Perhaps he was hoping that they would kill each other or at least one would kill the other.
"Shayera Hol." Shayera was hoping that Bruce would return soon because she knew Alfred wouldn't be able to hold her back if she and Rachel went at it. At least they were acting like civil adults but the air between them was thick with tension.
"How do you spell it?" Shayera rolled her eyes and snatched the paper and pen away and wrote her name herself. Rachel took the paper back and stared at it dubiously. "You call this chicken scratch penmanship? I've seen two-year-olds write neater than this."
"If there's a problem with my handwriting then get a duplicate page and you can write instead."
"I think I might just do that." She took out another paper and began to decipher Shayera's writing. "Is that a 'j' between those two squiggles?"
"What are you talking about?" The Thanagarian leaned over and looked at the letter Rachel was pointing at. "That's a 'y' in between an 'e' and 'a'."
Rachel was the one rolling her eyes this time. "Alright date of birth." Shayera's face turned completely red. "What's wrong now?"
Despite her actual age, Shayera was still considered young in terms of her race. That didn't mean that she was considered young on Earth.
"You're not going to laugh at my age are you?" Shayera asked. "I'm a lot older than I look. I did the math because Thanagarian and Earth years are slightly different. I know the exact date."
"What's the date of birth?" She asked. "I promise that I will not laugh."
Shayera nervously cleared her throat and swallowed before answering, "September 19."
Rachel nodded as she wrote it down. "And the year?"
She sighed, "1920."
Rachel slowly looked up at the Thanagarian across from her. "You're telling me that you're nearly 89?"
"I told you that I'm older than I look."
"Cougar," Rachel muttered but instead of anger she saw confusion on Shayera's face.
"Most people compare me with birds not cats." She cocked her head to the side. "I don't understand your analogy."
"It's for the best then." Rachel stated. "Were you ever made a permanent resident in the US or any other country on Earth?"
"No," She scrunched her nose up. "What is a permanent resident?"
Rachel shook her head. "It doesn't matter at this point. Look it up later. Planet of birth is Thanagar right?" Shayera nodded. "What is your current marital status: single, married, widowed, divorced, annulled marriage, or other?"
"Would other cover engaged?"
"Yes it would," She nodded as she wrote it down. "Alright current address. Street name or apartment number, state, city, county, country, and zip code."
Shayera just blinked at her. "I don't know the address. I've lived there for two years but I don't understand Earth addresses. I'm sure Bruce knows John's address and can tell you later."
"You don't even know your fiance's address." Rachel shook her head again. "Let's move on. Gender is obviously female, eye color green, hair color red, and race Thanagarian. I need your height, in feet and inches, and weight, in pounds."
"I'm nearly 5'6" and do you want the weight with or without the wings?"
"With, since it would be more useful. It's not like we can make them disappear. Bet you'd love that though." Shayera glared at her. "What, I'm just saying."
"The weight's 140 pounds."
"Alright I need all of your living residents in the past five years and the addresses."
Shayera started to silently count on her fingers. "I've stayed with Doctor Fate in his tower for about six months, the Watchtower and Metro Tower obviously, and John's apartment. I don't know the addresses but I'm sure-"
"Bruce knows." Rachel finished. "What doesn't he know? Who have you worked for in the past five years? It was only the Justice League right?"
"Do you think anyone would want to hire me?"
"Point duly taken," She wrote and then looked up. "How many days have you spent off world? That includes your missions for the Justice League?"
"Oh I don't know off hand. I'd have to get that information from the League."
"We'll just skip that then and put indeterminable. Do you have any children besides the one you're pregnant with now?"
"No," Rachel couldn't tell for certain but she swore that she heard the Thanagarian's voice crack by just a hair.
"I have to warn you that I have to put down that you are currently pregnant. I'm sorry but I have to." Rachel said to her sincerely. "Next up are national security questions. Have you ever claimed to be a citizen of any country on Earth in writing or otherwise?"
"Have you ever advocated, either directly or indirectly, the overthrow of any government or empire by force or violence? This includes your time before you came to and while on Earth."
Shayera sighed. "Yes,"
"Have you ever persecuted any race, be it extraterrestrial or human, directly or indirectly, due to their origin?"
"Have you ever committed a crime or offense that you were never arrested for?"
"Yes," Memories of her life on Thanagar, the dead Rannian boy, and the Thanagarian Invasion flashed through her mind.
"Have you ever been arrested, detained, or cited by a law enforcement officer?"
"Have you ever been convicted or charged with a crime?"
"Have you ever been in a jail or prison?"
"Does a Gordanian prisoner ship count?"
"Did they arrest you for a crime?"
"No, to torture information out of me. I've got the scars to prove it." She motioned to her back.
"I didn't know. I'm sorry for asking." Rachel said embarrassed. "I'll put down no."
Shayera shook her head, "Don't worry about it; you didn't know. Just move on."
"Have you ever helped someone enter Earth illegally?"
"Does helping the Thanagarians invade count because then the answer is yes."
"It does count." She checked the box. "Next are the oath requirements." Rachel stated as she flipped the page over. "Are you willing to support the Constitution and form of government of the US and understand the Oath of Allegiance to the United States?"
"Of course I am."
Rachel handed Shayera the paper and pen. "Sign and date on the line below. We'll get the other information later."
Shayera placed the pen down after she was finished and looked up at Rachel. "Now what happens?"
"Well we hand this in completed and hope that this and the hearings will get you citizenship. I suggest you go home and get plenty of rest for tomorrow. Bruce said to be here seven o'clock sharp. It's probably not going to be pretty."
"Thank you and I really mean it. I don't know what I would have done without you or Bruce." Shayera gave her a small smile.
Rachel smirked. "Get out of here and go back to your nest hawky."
"Are you worried about the hearings tomorrow?" Bruce asked as the door shut behind him.
"You could say that." She quietly replied as she bit her bottom lip. "I'm questioning her character. She answered the questions but I just..."
"Have an uneasy feeling that you can't trust her?" He asked her. "That she's always hiding something?"
"How did you know?"
"I had that feeling when I first met her too. It'll past, I know from my own firsthand experience." He assured her. "Shayera has her reasons for keeping secrets but it's not out of bad intentions. Some of the stuff she told me you would never want to hear about or even believe. Back on Thanagar, she had to hide things and keep secrets in order to survive. She has a lot that she's still adjusting to on this planet. She spent decades living on a war-like planet where it was kill or be killed and the transition takes time. It's not like her life on Thanagar was better than here. She was emotionally and physically abused from the time she was a young child until she made a name for herself in the Thanagarian military. She was everyone's punching bag especially when she was captured and then tortured."
"She briefly mentioned the torture some alien race did to her. She didn't divulge into what they did to her though." She shuttered. "I get the chills just thinking of what they must have done to her."
"You don't want to know," Bruce quietly stated. "Trust me. She told me and it's not...I don't how to explain it really. I advise that you just leave it be. She had a hard life so far and deserves a better one on this planet."
A/N: Well hopefully this shows that Shayera is beginning to open up about herself to others, even if it is at a slow rate.