text: When you enter the room quietly, closing the door behind you with a soft click, the first thing you see is Cassamento standing on a platform with a console. He looks at Helena, who dangles over a pool of acid by a rope. There's a guard not too far away, but he's not going to be trouble; a chokehold puts him out for the count.
  
  "Cassamento," you say, heading up the stairs to the platform, "It's over. Let her go."
  
  "Hmph. I thought you'd be dead by now, you faceless freak," Cassamento spits, "But no matter. Now you get a front row seat to Huntress' death." He flips a switch on the button, and the rope snaps. Huntress begins to fall.
  > use your grappling hook to swing to the other side of the room, grabbing her before she hits the acid.
  Thinking fast, you pull out your grappling hook and fire, the hook fitting snugly onto a rafter. You don't give yourself time to see if it's holding on tight, however, and instead swing into the path of the falling Huntress. You grab her and pull her back to the platform, to safety.
  
  Helena grunts slightly as she gets up. "Q. Thanks for the help." She looks at Cassamento. He backs away slowly.
  
  Wordlessly, she pulls out her crossbow and aims at him.
  > stop her. She doesn't need to go down this path.
  "Huntress," you say, "Don't."
  
  "Why, Q? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill him right here, right now?" Huntress spits, crossbow still leveled at Cassamento's head.
  
  "Killing one's enemies only lead to self destruction. Look at the path you were on. The reason no one trusted you was because of the fact that you killed. Eventually, you'll wind up alone, or dead. Is that really what you want?"
  
  She squeezes the trigger slightly...
  
  And lowers the crossbow. "No... That's not what I want at all."
  
  You sigh in relief. She takes a pair of handcuffs out of her utility belt, cuffing Cassamento to the railing. "Let me gather up evidence, then we can head back to your apartment."
  
  The two of you begin to walk away...
  > continue
  ... But Huntress stops, and turns to the bound Cassamento. Her brown eyes meet his not dissimilar ones, staring into them. "... Why?" she begins, "Why did you do all this? What was there for you to gain?"
  
  "Besides the obvious?" Cassamento replies, chuckling bitterly. "I would've gained satisfaction."
  
  "I doubt you hate me that much just for interfering with your business."
  
  "You've no idea how much I utterly despise you," he glares at her. It's enough to make even you shudder.
  
  "Just tell me why," she says, aiming her crossbow at his head, "or I will kill you."
  
  "Put that weapon down, Helena Rosa," Cassamento begins, "before you accidentally kill your father."
  
  That gives the photo you found context.
  
  "... Liar. You're not my father."
  
  "Oh, but I am." He reaches his uncuffed hand into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. After a moment of struggling he pulls out a photo, of himself and Huntress's mother. The two are obviously about to engage in sexual activity, Cassamento's hands fondling her breasts and her head craned to lay kisses along his neck. Huntress's eyes widen at the photograph. "Take a look at this, Helena."
  
  "... W-wh... What's happening in that photo?"
  
  "What do you think? We were about to conceive you."
  
  Huntress takes a moment to compose herself, then lets out a breath. "Even... Even if you are my father, that doesn't explain why you want me dead."
  
  "Because I hate you. I hate that you're alive while she is dead."
  
  "There was nothing you could do," Huntress interjects, "the man shot her, not m-"
  
  "Nonetheless, if it weren't for you, she'd be alive. If it weren't for you, that damn hitman wouldn't have misinterpreted my instructions..."
  
  "What?"
  
  "I hired the hit on your family. I told the man to spare the sister. I meant Tomaso's sister, your mother. He must have thought I meant you." He shakes his head, then stares at Huntress. "I had to avenge her."
  
  Before you can react she's aiming the crossbow at Cassamento again, and it's only at your touch that she falters before dropping it. Instead, she opts to kick him in the face, knocking him out.
  
  "Let's get the hell out of here," Huntress says. You nod, leaving the manor.
  > continue
  You leave the manor with Huntress, dropping off a flash drive full of evidence from Cassamento's files from his own computer (nix the information on Huntress' identity). Soon enough, her name is cleared for those crimes.
  
  The next day, you tell Huntress, or rather Helena, that you're going to be heading back to Hub City before the week's out. She nods after a moment, then asks you: "Why did you do all this? Why'd you risk your neck to help me out?"
  
  This is the moment of truth...
  
  "Because I... Like you." You turn away, sure that you're going to face rejection.
  
  Her eyes widen in surprise.
  
  "Q... I'm... I'm sorry, but I don't feel that way about you." This is what you were expecting. Rejection. "Can we just be friends?"
  
  "Of course," you reply, smiling. "I'd like nothing better."
  > The End
  A Week Later...
  
  As the train makes its way to Hub City, you smile, content with your time spent in Gotham. Sure, you didn't get Huntress to dramatically declare her love for you, but really it all worked out in the end. And, now that you think about it, both of you are better off this way. Friends. Friends works.
  
  You take a look out the window, and see the Hub City skyline drawing closer. All you can think is how this was a hell of an adventure, and there are sure to be more on the way.
  
  There ain't no rest for the wicked, after all.
  
  THE END