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Forgive, sounds good,
Forget, I'm not sure I could,
They say time heals everything but I'm still waiting....
Not Ready to Make Nice - Dixie Chicks
Diana (same as everyone else in the league) is stubborn. Most people wouldn't realize that the princess of the Amazons could hold onto a grudge like no other. She could hold on for years, decades, maybe even centuries if she really wanted to. Yes, she could and the fact that Shayera (who is just as stubborn as Diana) wasn't one to ask for forgiveness, for anything, doesn't help their current situation at all.
They were at standstill for the time being.
Always avoiding one another.
Always making excuses as to why they couldn't go on a mission together.
Shayera, at the very least, was trying to make it seem like it was always accidental.
Diana, on the other hand, made it very clear to everyone that it wasn't a coincidence or poor timing that kept them from being in the same room for more than a couple seconds. No one bothered question the Amazon, or the Hawk.
Neither of them were planning on making amends and no one was force that. Not even Superman, who would watched their sparse interactions with a look of disappointment on his face. But he knew better than to say anything to either of them. Everyone knew well that Diana couldn't forgive, much less forget and Shayera was as stubborn as a horse.
No one gonna was bend.
Diana was irked at the people who have forgotten the lies, the manipulation, the crimes, that Shayera had committed against them and their home. She understood the need for compassion but for some reason, Diana couldn't force herself to get over the betrayal. She always felt like she needed a moment to herself. A moment where she could punch a wall and turned it into dust. A moment where she could scream her frustration out, without having someone try to calm her down.
'Cause deep down there's a part of Diana that wants to forgive Shayera, forget her betrayal, and move on. She wanted them to become friends again, for the rage she felt inside to melt away but Diana, being the strong Amazon she was, didn't know how to do it.
She didn't know if her heart would allow it.
I'm sorry.
Please, please forgive me.
The words were forever stuck in Shayera's throat, always threatening to come out whenever Diana was near. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed being friends with her. She missed being able to talk to her about things, about John, and about their relationship.
But going off on how she was acting, it was clear to her that Diana didn't feel the same.
Don't get her wrong, Shayera didn't blamed her, nor any of the other members who still didn't trust her. She couldn't.
Because she knows well that she wouldn't able to forgive someone like that. She knows that she doesn't deserve Diana's (or any of theirs') forgiveness.
She still wants it, though.
How could she attain it? What can she do to make it better?
They've been cold to each other since the moment she came back. It shatter Wally's hope for reconciliation. It made both of them feel guilty to put pressure on one of their closest friends. But it didn't stop there.
John tried to offer some sort of reassurance to Clark. "At least they ain't trying to kill each other."
"That's because they know we wouldn’t put up with that, John," Clark sighed. "You know dam well that one of them would try if we let 'em"
John's shoulder shagged.
"You're right, aren't you?"
Clark gave him a sad look. “You know I am.”
For the team's sake, they try their hardest not to fight.
Shayera bit her bottom lip when she saw Diana enter the cafeteria with Vigilante and Shinning Knight by her side.
The words were rising in her throat, threatening to come out.
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
You can punch me in the face if makes you feel better, if makes it easier to forgive me.
Shayera continues to watch Diana fill her tray, chatting away with Shining Knight and Vigilante. Most likely talking in depth about how things were completely different from where/when they were from. Ice motioned to them to come sit by her and Crimson Fox.
None of them spared a glance her way.
The food on Shayera's tray remained untouched. The chairs surrounding the table she was sitting at, remained empty. She wasn't familiar with any of the new members of the league yet. Most of the original members had their own things going on. Green Lantern and Superman were on a mission together, Batman was probably working on a project in Gotham, and Wally was a lunch date with Fire.
So here she was, all by herself.
Shayera's eyes started to prickle.
She forced herself up from her table, threw away her uneaten tray, and walked out of the cafeteria. Out of the corner of her eye, Shayera noticed that Ice was watching her with a look of pity on her face. Anger soon started to gnaw at her.
Anger at herself, at Diana, at her home planet, so Shayera retrieves her mace from her quarters—and heads straight to one of the training rooms.
I'm sorry,
But I don't want your forgiveness, Princess,
I don't need it,
I don't want it.
She snarls as she lifts up her mace, ready to bash it into a dummy's bright blue head.
I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell, and I don't have time,
To go 'round and 'round and 'round,
It's too late to make it right,
I probably wouldn't if I could.