Summary: Drabble. Shayera talks with Bruce. Based on "Ancient History."
"Tell me about my son."
Funny, I anticipated she'd be smashing things, demanding to know why I'd kept silent, not quietly pulling up a chair and clasping her hands together. Shayera looks at me with those green eyes I've seen in another time.
"Warhawk," I growl, turning back to my work. "Good in a fight."
She doesn't leave.
I glance back. "John should tell you this."
"John has chosen a different path." Her voice trembles, "I just want to know, Bruce."
I pull a disc from my belt and hold it out.
She takes it from my fingers. "Thank you."