<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/c3/4e/23c34e967947604ad5e23b3ed80458ff.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Oversized Gray sleepshirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b0/9e/a4/b09ea40cb181c558bbf821b9a9feda8a.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, August 21<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>One of the Bedrooms<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Dreams, frustrations, and apologies<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Geoforce<br/><hr/><em>~”Remember: A hero can be anyone, even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat on a young boy’s shoulders to let him know the world hasn’t ended.”<br/><br/>Brion had nodded as if that had completely made sense. Standing next to Helena in the sparring ring, he had just landed a mighty blow upon her bare back with the bo staff, the sweat on her skin making the strike sting all the more. She could already feel an immense welt forming.<br/><br/>Bruce Wayne always gave some sort of ridiculous advice between each match, somehow trying to make a lesson out of one of their failures to make them feel better. This was stupid. Helena was still reeling from witnessing her family’s murder, the flight from Sicily to here, meeting the man of Wayne Enterprises through connections her uncle had, and training under, who she thought, was the greatest man of vigilante justice. Except he wasn’t. He was a big fortune cookie wrapped in a dark suit, hiding massive injuries because he couldn’t finish the job. Helena needed blood, fear, solutions. And she felt like she was wasting her time here. Her family’s killer was still out there, eating, drinking, enjoying life. She had spent almost a year here under the tutelage of Batman, and yet her hot-headedness told her she had learned all she needed.<br/><br/>“That doesn’t make any sense!” Barked young Helena in frustration. “I’ve been there, at the brink of emotional collapse. A fucking blanket or a coat doesn’t help, Justice does. Cruel justice. Death can only be answered with death.”<br/><br/>Brion had looked as though he was going to interject but Bruce held his hand up for his silence. He then looked at Helena with one of the most heartbreaking looks, as if she had somehow disappointed him.<br/><br/>“Helena, if you kill a killer, the number of killers in the room just remains the same.”<br/><br/>“No, it doesn’t.” She rebutted. “It goes from two to one. By -any- of the world’s standards I just halved the amount. The difference is I’m not killing innocents, -they- are. Who knows how many lives I’m saving.”<br/><br/>Wayne sighed. “Or will be taking.”<br/><br/>It wasn’t a lesson she understood, or learned that day. And in moments she and Brion were back in the ring together, facing off, her anger putting her over the edge. Perhaps her opponent was distracted, or maybe she really was that much better than him in the art, regardless Helena had been merciless in her forward strikes, forcing Brion to do a series of backpeddling blocks. Cross, sweep, spin, thrust, the clashing of their staffs loud as sweat covered their forms until Brion moved just a touch too slow and Helena came up with a powerful upward sweep that connected under his chin. The force knocked his head back as wood impacted with hard bone, and he stepped out of the circle with one foot, holding his jaw.<br/><br/>Helena didn’t look triumphant, but rather had a sour look on her face. Dropping the staff to the floor with a loud clatter, she looked to glare at Wayne for a few moments before turning to leave the gym, and them both, forever.~</em><br/><br/>Zzzzzzz-zzzzzzzz-zzzzzzzz-zzzzzzzzzz<br/><br/>Helena growled at the sound of Brion’s alarm going off, and taking her pillow she threw it at him from across the room in frustration. “Turn that shit off.” She demanded, falling back down and now realizing she had to get up to retrieve her thrown pillow back. The woman kicked off the covers, stomped over, grabbed it back, and then promptly returned to bed as if they didn’t actually have a meeting to get to. She was still exhausted, and the dream of their last interaction a few years back hadn’t quite let her get the rest she needed.<br/><br/>She suddenly pipped up from her bed, lifting her head up to look at him from across the valley of both of their beds. Her cheek rested in her palm as her bent elbow held her up. “I realize now that I never apologized for the way I left you. My issue was with Batman, it wasn’t<em>really</em>with you other than thinking you always took his side. But we were friends, so you didn’t deserve me cutting you out of my life like that.”<br/><br/>Falling back to her pillow, she yanked the covers up to her neck and resettled in as if to go bad to sleep, the intimate moment over as quickly as it began. “You take your shower first....I promise I’ll get up then....”<br/><br/>It was said in such a way as if she were stalling for more sleep, which is exactly what she was doing.