<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7a/03/d1/7a03d1547ec1abeec9d59166ca2164c9.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena || Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black athletic bra & boyshorts, (https://nit.pt/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/2caa5e359f79c7c6b2a0a86ad61dd081.jpg) then nothing for a shower<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Monday, August 23<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>11:30 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Her and Brion’s shared room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Returning home from the Mission, crashing hard<br/><strong>TAGGING: </strong>Brion; CLOSED<br/><hr/>Ribs were sore, cuts and bruises lined her arms, neck, and thighs, and she was very, very weary. A physical condition made manifest both by how slow she was walking, and how quiet she was. There was a line almost crossed tonight, a terror she had never felt before as close call after close call occurred. She had never seen someone as powerful as Zod work with the speed and power that he did, nor the technological ingenuity of Static, or the natural prowess of GeoForce...and yet their defeat had been so close—so close! By the skin of their teeth they had succeeded. Helena wandered slowly down the hall to their bedroom and solemnly pushed the door open. Without thinking, far too exhausted to care, she began peeling the suit from her body in an almost lazy fashion. Down came the purple and black romper, the mask she tossed aside, the belts, knives, gadgets and so forth, and with a grimace she worked her right shoulder joint in wide circles, hearing it pop in protest. Brion offered to take her to Raven, or even Vixen for healing, but her pain was minor and she did not want to make it a habit to go to the others for aid, especially in the middle of the night.<br/><br/>Standing in her athletic bra and boy shorts, Helena crouched down to her duffle bag to find the bottle of<em>Aleve</em>, and popped two into her mouth before chasing them down with a bottle of water. She needed a shower, but her eyes were already so heavy as it was. Glancing at her bed, the woman sighed: she could change the sheets tomorrow.<br/><br/>If Brion said anything to her, it was completely missed as she fell under the covers, head hit the pillow, and immediately she fell asleep. Hard. The painkillers were working, the exhaustion had set in, and her last lingering thoughts were that she hoped she had helped more than hindered during her first Mission with the league.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>It was quite a few hours later, about late morning when Helena stirred awake finally. The room was still dark as any and all blinds were shut tightly, and blinking into the darkness, she saw that Brion was still asleep in his own twin bed on the other side of the room. Pushing the covers off, she grimaced at the sticky sensation of dried sweat and exertion from the previous night without showering afterwards, and quickly settling her feet over the side onto the floor, Helena stood up quietly. There was no reason to wake Brion up, but passing by him she couldn’t help but stroke his handsome cheek with her fingertips in affection before entering the bathroom and closing the door softly behind her.<br/><br/>Soon the sound of water running hit her ears as steam filled the glass stall very quickly. Helena felt stiff in certain areas of her body, but loosening the muscles under hot water would by far do the trick. Stripping off her undergarments and leaving them scattered on the bathroom floor, the Huntress stepped into the shower with a shiver before stretching her arms high above her head and spinning to allow the jetted stream to hit her nude form from all directions. The hot water peppered her, softly flushing her skin in a warm hue before she tipped her head back for it to run through her dark hair. The onyx strands plastered themselves across her smooth, pale shoulders and down the curvature of her spine, almost reaching the alabaster globes of her buttocks as she began to run the scented bar of soap against her purple luffa sponge. Within seconds the entire bathroom had the hot aroma of pomegranates and citrus as she began scrubbing down the length of her arms and across her collarbone, the slippery suds running down her breasts and toned abdomen as Helena exfoliated away every trace of Brazil from her body.