<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), and a pair of UGG boots<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, August 21<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Almost 3:00AM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Finally arriving at Mount Justice<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Geoforce,<strong>Mentioning:</strong>Redbird & Batman<br/><hr/>Helena rolled her eyes at the information that Damian Wayne would possibly be there as well. “Of<em>course</em>he will be.....” that man was another one she barely recognized without the Batman’s dick down his throat, the fact that it was his father not relevant at all.<br/><br/><strong>“Greetings Geoforce. Greetings Huntress.”</strong><br/><br/>Okay,<em>that</em>was a little impressive as the massive entryway let them into what appeared to be a trophy room. Helena had her gear bag slung over her shoulders, her hair still up in a messy bun as she raised her chin to observe what surrounded her. “Wonder how many pesos this sent Wayne back.” She muttered as the place was clearly impressive, but she had a very clear chip on her shoulder with anything concerning the man.<br/><br/><em><strong>“You still want those eggs or wait til morning?"</strong></em>Helena smiled back at Brion as he caught up with her on the steps leading to the upper levels. “Let’s say you owe me breakfast. It’s too fucking late and in the darkness this place is giving me the creeps.” As they passed the dark hallways, rooms, and entryways, Helena made a point to map out as much as she could so come morning she wasn’t entirely lost. “Let’s just find a room and crash. You said there’s a meeting called that’ll be held tomorrow? Or, I guess technically later today?” She yawned again, covering it behind a lazy palm. “<em>God</em>, I hope it’s not before noon. I will -not- be able to make it if it’s before noon....”<br/><br/>They walked across an impressive gymnasium, up a few flight of steps until a section opened up that looked to lead to comfortable quarters. Down the dimly lit hallway were many, many doors, all secured and assumed to be locked tight to protect the sleeping mystery people who slumbered behind them. “Which one do you think is Batman’s door?” She whispered very, very quietly and playfully back to Brion. “One of these nights we should prank him. Put his hand in a bowl of warm water, or.....or fill his athletic cup with water and throw it in the freezer.” Helena snickered before shushing Brion as if he were the one making all the noise. She then scurried behind him and shoved him forward down the hall as if they were high school pranksters before they reached an open door and quickly got inside. Once she followed him in, she closed the door and locked it, the bolts sliding into place as a few dim lights flickered on.<br/><br/>It was of simple design inside, like an upscale military room, perfectly angled and neat. Two full beds were on opposite sides of the room with a door in between that she assumed led to the bathroom. Helena tossed her bag on the floor at the foot of her chosen one and proceeded to jump forward, landing on her belly on the bouncing mattress and hugged the pillow to her right cheek with both arms. “Mmmmm, I’m comfortable now....”<br/><br/>Helena laid on top of the sheets, boots still on her feet, and although she didn’t mean to the woman feel instantly to sleep the moment she finished the sentence. Brion would be able to tell by her still movements, utter silence, and sudden deep breathing. Her long dark lashes fanned her olive cheeks and her lips were softly parted as she inhaled and exhaled in her slumber, her left leg slightly bent at the knee while both arms remained around the pillow in a tight embrace. Her conscious was deeply asleep, but her subconscious was mildly aware of her shoes being removed and the covers being pulled back to cover her. Helena smiled softly in her sleep as he tucked her in, the grin held for a few seconds before vanishing, and when Brion stepped away from her, her left hand rose to brush along his hip in silent thanks even as she never technically woke up to remember doing it.