<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>Thursday, August 20<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Very late evening, about 11:30PM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Leaving NYC and hitting the road towards Rhode Island<br/><strong>CAR MUSIC:</strong>Dorothy- After Midnight (https://youtu.be/8eOxSddtA6k)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Geoforce<br/><hr/><em><strong> “You are white, but you have olive skin.”</strong></em><br/><br/>Helena turned to Bruin in the driver’s seat, cocked her head slightly to the left and gave him a mildly mocking smile. “Oh, well thank you for clearing that up for me then.” Despite her soiled attitude, she did smirk at his compliment of being able to kick his butt in the ring. She was hesitant to admit it but Batman -had- trained them to emphasize on their natural skills. No, Helena was no superhuman, but when face to face with one she certainly wouldn’t die immediately.<br/><br/>“I’ll consider it,” was her response when he said for no more beer bottles over his head. “All depends on how you behave.” As they pulled off, she huffed as she took out her phone and plugged it into his auxiliary cord that hooked up to his stereo. “And giving me free choice of music is the -least- you can do for dragging me out of my house in the middle of the night in my underwear.....” Suddenly the voice of her favorite band exploded through his speakers and Helena sang the first verse as she lifted the grocery bag to her lap of offerings Brion had apparently purchased for her:<br/><br/>Mini Oreos? Check. Honey roasted peanuts? Check. Nerd Candy? Little impressive that he knew that......and<em>actual</em>German Gummy Bears, not that extra chewy, fake shit made here in America. Finally, Helena then took out the Peach Snapple tea and smirked over at him from the passenger seat. “Oh, my sweet Prince, you remembered.” Twisting the bottle cap off, she took a sip and sighed in mild contentment as Brion had actually nailed it. It was strange that he could recall such intimate details about her when they hadn’t been around in quite a long time, but any reason as to why he would do such a thing was utterly and completely lost on her. So she shrugged and opened a bag of Oreos.<br/><br/>They talked casually and as friends for the next three hours, catching up on what the other had been doing the past year. Helena told Brion about the massive mob hit she had been a part of a few weeks back, and she listened to him tell her of some of the ways he maintained his advanced education, any new hobbies, and his goals for his new mission. It was an incredible enjoyment and it made Helena realize that with Batman completely out of the equation, the two of them got along perfectly. They could be the best of friends, maybe even more given time, but those set of Dark Wings cast a very deep shadow over them that just could not be ignored.