A Future Sooner than Tomorrow

Today Away From Yesterday

Green Lantern hits the floor with a hard thud, bouncing a couple of times on the mats.

"Good one, Shayera," he sits up and rubs at his aching back. "Though I don't think this is entirely fair."

"Excuse you?" She crosses her arms. She has a teasing smirk across her face and her ginger hair is in disarray.

"You're using your wings for leverage even if you're not flying," he explains.

"I can't help that, it's reflex."

"You could tie them down with boxing tape," he suggests playfully. Then hurriedly adds, "only if you're okay with it, of course."

The thought of binding her wings makes her uncomfortable - it would be what any smart captor would do if they captured her. It's taking away an easy escape, a quick weapon and most of all, leaving her vulnerable. But thinking about doing it in the Hall, surrounded by a group of heroes who have her back... It's not as scary.

Shayera hums, stretching her wings forward to get a good look at them. "I'm going to need help to wrap my wings. Diana, would you mind?"

"Not at all," Diana says, stilling her punching bag and walking forward into the make shift ring (several currently not in use punching bags arranged in a circle and connected with duct tape) in the middle of the room. "Do you have any tape on you?"

When Shayera shakes her head, Batman throws a roll of it into the ring. Diana picks it up and gestures for Shayera to turn around.

When Shayera turns, she looks over at the others in the room.

Flash is happily running circles around the room while Batman reads out the different speeds from a speed gun.

Green Lantern is stretching and quietly murmuring about being 'bruised for days', which he won't be - Shayera made sure to floor him on the thickest of the mats.

Martian Manhunter is enjoying the climbing wall, challenging himself to not use his levitation abilities.

Shayera can feel Diana firmly pulling tape around her wings and binding them to her back. Diana gently rests a hand in between Shayera's shoulder blades. "How does it feel, Hawkgirl? Not too tight?"

"No, it's all good," Shayera says and flexes her wings. The bonds are secure but with enough give to not pull at her feathers. "And there's actually something I'd like to ask you all," she makes her voice a little louder to catch everyone's attention.

They all turn to her curiously.

"When we're not on the field, I'd like if you all could call me Shayera instead of Hawkgirl," she smiles hopefully and hopes they don't notice how she digs her nails into her arms nervously.

Agreement sounds out across the room.

"Not a problem, Hawk- Shayera. Sorry, that might take a bit to get used to," Flash chuckles.

"As long as nobody gets them mixed up in public, I see no issue with it," Batman chimes in.

"Whatever makes you most comfortable, Shayera," Diana pats Shayera on the shoulder.

"Of course," Martian Manhunter agrees.

Lantern simply looks at Shayera with a soft smile.

Shayera breathes a sigh of relief. "That... was a lot more nerve-wracking than I thought it'd be."

"But went a lot better than you imagined, right?" Green Lantern chuckles. "Come now, stop stalling just because you know you're going to lose."

"Bring it," Hawkgirl rolls her shoulders and gets into a fighting stance. Diana gets out of the ring and walks over to the corner of the room, where Kal is sat alone on one of the benches.