"You swore you wouldn't say anything!" Shayera yelled. "You swore to me! I'm going to kill-" John picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her out the door. John struggled to hold her as she viciously fought to get loose. "Let go of me!" As the two exited, the door shut behind them.
"Why did you tell?" Diana asked Bruce as he massaged his throat. "It's not like you to break a promise."
"Out of pure concern. She's been on active duty since she found out." He stated. "What if something happened to her during a fight?"
"Her body is more resilient than a human's," J'onn said. "Though I do see your point. She's completely Thanagarian but the child is only half. The hybrid pregnancy does pose a slight threat to their health. We don't know what to expect. We also face countless amounts of danger everyday."
"Exactly," Bruce started. "If our enemies found out that she's pregnant, what would they be willing do to get to us through her? Especially Sinestro, he would use her to get to John in a heartbeat. It's a matter of her own safety."
John had carried Shayera across the Watchtower, not caring who was watching. He entered an unoccupied elevator, turned off the power, and set Shayera down. Shayera could tell that John was seething and honestly she could care less. She wanted to get to Batman and rip him apart piece by piece.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked her in rage. "You just can't help yourself can you? You always have to keep everything a secret! Why can't you just trust me?" She remained silent as he took a deep breath. "How long have you known?"
"Little under three weeks," She answered. "Remember, I am stronger than you and I will force my way out if I have to. Turn the power back on and let me out."
"No," He stated as he moved in front of her to block her path. "How come Bruce knew and I didn't? You seem to be able to confide in him more than me."
"He understands me better. He's been to the dark side of life and, frankly, you haven't. He only knows because he's the one that performed that stupid blood test on me. He found out when I found out."
"When were you going to tell me exactly?" He asked as his eyes narrowed.
"I was going to tell you!"
"When it became blatantly obvious?" Both of them were raising their voices; the screaming match was soon going to start if they weren't careful. "Wait, this is why you wanted to get married so quickly. You would never have married me if you weren't pregnant."
Shayera frowned, "That is not true! I would never do something like that to you."
"No, instead you keep secrets and tell lies!" He darkly retorted. "If you can confide your secrets so well with Bruce then maybe you should just marry him instead."
"I'd be better off." She muttered. "I should have just taken my chances and returned to Thanagar after the Thanagarian Invasion."
"You don't mean that. How would you be any better off there?"
"You pathetic humans can't give me children with wings!" She shouted. "At least on Thanagar my child would have wings like me! And don't think I haven't thought about going back to Thanagar. So far, living on Earth has been worse than a nightmare!"
John glared at her, "Then go back to where you belong with the rest of the filthy hawks!" Her eyes widened and he gaped. He didn't know what possessed him to say that. He was embarrassed, angry, and hurt. He simply lashed out without thinking. He didn't mean to call her a filthy hawk. Certainly she could understand?
No, she didn't. He could tell by the look on her face. "Shayera, I didn't mean-"
"Save it," She darkly muttered as her voice cracked.
She could take other people insulting her. It wasn't new for her to be hated. She had been hated all her life, by her parents, everyone that had beaten her up in the military academy. She even knew that, in the Justice League, some of the members still hated her on some level.
But being hated by him, that was a new thing entirely. He had always been her rock but now he was like all of the others that hated her for what and who she was.
Shayera moved towards the control panel and John quickly grabbed her wrist. Just as soon as he did this, she nailed him on the right cheek with a left cross followed by her throwing him against the wall. Stunned, he opened his eyes to the elevator door opening and her exiting, leaving him behind. He shut his eyes tight together as his head started to throb.
"I thought I told you not to screw it up with her?" A feminine voice said to him.
John groaned as he opened his eyes to a blurry orange image. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. In front of him stood Vixen, who did not look amused.
"Mari," John quietly said as he massaged his temples. She was the last person he wanted to deal with at the moment.
"Getting her angry is never a good idea." She stated with a smirk. "Thought I'd let you know."
"Thanks for info," He sarcastically responded. "Not to be rude but why do you care?"
"Unlike the two of us, Shayera and I are still friends." Mari said while helping him up. "What did you do to get her so upset?"
"What I did?" John sounded insulted. "More like what she did!"
Mari rolled her eyes, "Great the blame game. It seems I'm going to get nowhere fast with you."
"You still haven't fully answered my question."
"I don't like seeing my friends hurt, either physically or emotionally." She replied. "How about you and I talk over breakfast? I think you could use it. Obviously you need to blow off some steam before you try to talk to her again."
John frowned as he muttered, "Assuming that I want to."