<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/69/ed/ab/69edabaa24c1c4bfb8d284d571f34a5a.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Her body in fitness clothes (https://i.imgur.com/iWAsYtt_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium), but with spandex shorts, (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0006/7118/7062/products/Colorvalue-Stretchy-Hip-Up-Fitness-Sport-Shorts-Women-Elastic-High-Waisted-Gym-Workout-Shorts-Quick-Dry_7602f13c-59f8-46ca-9952-05d52bd0f122.jpg) black ankle socks and black sneakers.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>6:30 AM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gymnasium<br/><strong>CONTENT: </strong>Burning through irritation with extreme exercise.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Damian Wayne<br/><hr/>“47.......48.......49.....50.......51.......”<br/><br/>Helena stood upright in front of the full length mirror, curling the 50 lb. dumbbells to her shoulders using her curved biceps and counted off the reps outloud. A thin layer of sweat adorned her hard form, a body she had spent years obsessively honing with profound strength, agility, speed, and stamina. It was a challenge to maintain such a feat as a human, and especially a woman, but in order to keep in stride with the metas and supers she would now be working with, she had to push herself to the brink....and then push past it.<br/><br/>“72......73......74.......75.....”<br/><br/>She had been there for almost an hour already, almost attempting to completely wear herself out from her actions the night before. Her stupid, moronic, beer-induced actions—Did she really kiss Brion??<br/><br/>“100.......!<em>Fuck</em>!” Helena dropped the massive dumbbells back on their metal racks and flexed her fingers as she looked down at the growing calluses on her palms. She was such an idiot; she should have known she would take things too far, should have known when she had too much to drink,<em>God</em>, she hoped she hadn’t ruined their friendship with her impulsive actions! She remembered stumbling against him, being a loose-lipped fool, and him pushing her away, shaking his head and stating she wasn’t herself. Right. Because if there was anything to further tarnish her pride it was to then be rejected by what her inhibitions clearly wanted. So this morning Helena had snuck out, unable to sleep, and to avoid the awkwardness she got dressed quietly and made it down the dark staircases to the gym, careful not to wake Brion in the same room. If there was anything in the world to distract Helena at this time, it was working up a painfully good sweat.<br/><br/>Walking over to the parallel bar, Helena slid 280 lbs of weight in the forms the circular dumbbells total on each end and then turned her back to the lifted bar. Planting her feet firmly on the ground, she reached back with both upturned hands and clasped the bar behind her shoulders. Spine perfectly straight, chin up, she squared under the intense weight all the way down and lifted very slowly back up. Her thighs, buttocks, and core all tightened as she gritted her teeth, exhaling smoothly before standing up only to repeat the movement. Her goal was five. No. Make it ten.<br/><br/>As she moved, Helena thought back on how her entire life had changed in just 48 hours. How one minute she’s alone on her couch watching trash tv, the next she’s being propositioned into joining the Justice League. There were more people in that room with powers than she even knew existed, and it made her feel a measure of self-consciousness due to her weaker human stature and genealogy. But she was called for a reason. She would be relied on for a reason. She clearly had a skill set needed on the team.<br/><br/>Hence why she was alone in the gym at this hour. Well, that and she was trying to avoid an awkward conversation with the only friend she had.<br/><br/>“8..........<em>9</em>..........” Helena began to shake with the struggle of her final one.....