“Not that I’m some kind of hero, but there comes a point when to survive… the hunted must become the huntress.” | #DCRP & parody
@GothamDet
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She hadn’t been out that evening; instead allowing herself a rest for once. Lounging on the bed, the only light in the room was the moonlight spilling through the curtains, and the phone screen illuminating her features as his texts come through. —
She’s currently looking over two different supplements on the shop shelves. Her immune system is terrible.
He pulls her into his embrace; Helena allowing herself the moment for as long as she can before she pulls back to look at him.
“If you need help with any of those ghosts you’re looking for, then I’m with you.”
“All the time.” She looks back at him, her gaze full of emotion that can be seen even behind her domino. She’s holding everything in, but the emotion is there behind her frowning brow.
“Why would I want you to leave me alone?” She asks; before he’s asking what’s new with her. That makes her divert his gaze from his own.
“Same old same old here.”
Does she believe him? She isn’t sure. She herself had returned to her lethal ways, returned to being the outsider among the capes because of what she does. Not that she believes she’s in the wrong for doing so.
“That’s good, Thomas.”
Her brow furrows a touch, Helena doing her best to ignore his smile.
“Different. How so?”
