text: The two of you arrive back at the apartment. The sun sets, casting Gotham in an ominous orange glow; promising that this night, like every other night, will not be a pleasant one. You sit Helena down to explain what you found. When you're finished, she looks shocked.
  
  
  "How could Tomaso find out that I'm Huntress? It's impossible."
  
  
  "At a guess," you begin, "you had a run-in with him and he managed to recognize you through your voice, your eyes, or something similar. Have you had a run-in with him?"
  
  
  "... I did, a year ago. Fuck, I can't believe it... And he's behind the murders too?"
  
  
  You just nod.
  
  
  "But why?"
  
  
  "That, I don't know. We'll have to interrogate him."
  
  
  Helena just shakes her head, "I dunno, Q, I-"
  
  
  "Vic," you say.
  
  
  "Huh?" she asks, looking confused.
  
  
  "My name is Vic."
  
  
  "... Okay, but I dunno, Vic. I... Just want to process this. Mind if I stay in tonight?"
  
  
  You nod your head, "Sure thing..."
  > You say "... Mind if I crash on the couch again?"
  She nods, "Not a problem. Good night." She heads into her room, and you spread out on the couch. You're out like a light in a few minutes.