<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/68734090d487e20b7a64e9a07c9a323c/tumblr_p7tjfoeYrY1snvtqyo4_r1_250.gif)</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), and a pair of ankle socks, one neon green, one neon pink.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, August 21<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Almost 12:30 PM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Meeting Chambers<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Agreeing to the terms<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone, Open<br/><hr/>What a simple crowd this was, but ignoring her public question was an answer all on its own. Helena continued to crunch on her chips and French dip when Brion came up to set her boots down by her chair’s legs and told her she was making a spectacular spectacle of herself. If it had been said by anyone else, she would have thought them mocking her, but Brion was genuine, as he always was. When he offered to take her boots back to her room, she shook her head with a frown, swallowing her mouthful of junk food. “Why thank you, sweetheart. But no you can leave them here.” She wiggled her mismatched socked toes playfully on the table as she took a sip of her coffee before exhaling in comfort. “I feel like this won’t take long.....room full of sad saps here....”<br/><br/>It was then both Vixen and the Magician voiced their concerns for time well spent being called here. It would appear one of the more elderly members of the Justice League addressed the young tattooed man, the pain and disappointment very apparent in his voice, and it made Helena pause in her actions. Her heart raced in mild anxious jealousy that the boy had a member of his family not only present, but also involved in his life and future. She frowned at Zachary, a fury storming her violet-blue eyes for the briefest of seconds at his audacious rudeness before she calmed down and remained silent. This was not her business to intervene.<br/><br/>Batman started to speak, and it took her a moment to actually listen to his words and not distract herself with her personal disdain for the man. But despite their moral differences he -did- make an exceptional point. It was becoming too much for the few before them; it was time to bring in the next generation. Superman verbalized his struggles, Aquaman scolded their lack of propriety, and Wonder Woman voiced her concerns.<br/><br/><em><strong>“Anyone who makes the choice to stay will be held to the same standards as a League member.”</strong></em>Helena wondered what those “standards” were and if they included getting drunk and skinny-dipping in the gymnasium pool.<em><strong>“Anyone who is still here in two minutes will be deemed to have accepted these terms."</strong></em><br/><br/>Huntress looked around the room at everyone gathered, sucking the tip of her index finger of the salt from the chips just inside her full lips. She waited for a few seconds to see if anyone left, but....she doubted anyone would have the guts to walk out on the Justice League’s personal request.<br/><br/>Not even she.<br/><br/>Helena smirked and leaned back in her chair, threading her fingers together and giving Brion a sidelong glance. She pursed her lips and giggled softly.<br/><br/>It then grew....and grew...the crescendo finally ending in a full laugh that filled the room, her sparkling eyes bright as she turned towards Batman. “I mean....where else am I going to go??” She snorted lightly. “This is what you trained me for, after all.....” Helena shrugged. “I’m in.”