<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7a/8c/c4/7a8cc4377af381ab67063e6c1a9ec5a1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Sheira Hall<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Hawkwoman<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>1030 EDT, March 22, 2016 (0330 UTC, March 23, 2106)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Watchtower. Gymnasium<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Black Canary<br/><strong>Open:</strong>Azreal, Black Canary, Flash, Green Arrow, Tempest, Hawkman, Raven, Supergirl<br/><strong>Warnings: None]<br/></strong><hr/><br/>The punching back rattled wildly as another wild punch was delivered. Followed by a right hook and then an uppercut. Sheira has no idea where all this pent up energy was coming from. She was aggravated, frustrated in ways  she couldn't begin to follow. Usually a good punching bag would help he channel some of the frustration, but the energy inside her was back logged. It was the dreams,the visions, the hallucinations or whatever they were. Last one nearly cost her the mission. The mission was the important thing, but she had grown tired, weary almost. A vacation is what she really needed. A vacation wouldn't happen any time soon though. Why? With the main leaguers out on a mission to save the universe from Darkseid. The second wave of available heroes where left to defend the earth.  That was always the mission, not letting the villians know however that Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman and the rest were off world was the illusion that had to maintain. No need for Lex to get more ballsy than usual.<br/><br/>With an axel kick she nearly busted the bag open. Sweat beating her brow, she looked to the clock on the wall. Six hours and counting. She had been at this all night or day, whatever.  Sheira decided to call it quits for the time being and headed to the showers. It seemed like the only  moment where time would slow down long enough to enjoy herself was when warm water was hitting her body. Her thoughts drifted to times past and one particular hawk in question. She closed her eyes as the warm water ran down her face, shoulders and backside. His name was Carter Hall, so he says, a Thanagarian from what she knew.  She recalled the first time she met him and ever since then tried to push that little encounter as far back into her mind as possible. Even now she laughed at the thought of him being some crazed fan boy that got a hold of her people's technology, but even she couldn't deny some of the things he said. Cancelling the thought , she opened her eyes and turned off the water.<br/><br/>Black Canary's voice came on the comm. She sounded stressed. A breakout had occurred in Gotham and Superman was behind it??? Grabbing a towel. Sheira grabbed her Nth metal mace, wings and uniform and headed out towards the control deck. She could dry off on the way. She flew up to the Watchtower bridge when it was in sight and landed next to Canary. She had not yet put her mask. but she was fully dressed. Her mace in right hand she looked to the blonde young woman, a fighter in her own right.<em>" Dinah, did you really say Superman?</em>" She had to make sure she heard right. Immediately she knew it had to some sort of imposter. Clayface? He had been put away. Metallo? Possibly..