<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BNTIzOGEzYzQtMzVkYy00Y2JiLThmZDUtODFkODJjNmUxZGM3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyOTYwOTMwNjk@._V1_.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Loose fitted, cream cotton shirt, warm grey leggings (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/dd/bc/35/ddbc35e511857f0ae8fa6fc922d58b30.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>About 8:00 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Brion and Helena’s shared room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Girlfriend materiel in the making<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion; Closed<br/><hr/>“<em><strong>Would you mind if I contributed? Maybe buy out one of those old gutted buildings and turn it into a youth center together?" </strong></em><br/><br/>Helena raised her head a bit to look at him at that offer, her eyes searching his for a moment before lowering back down to rest against his heartbeat. “Would you<em>want</em>to? Guess I’ve always figured you may be saving something to eventually return home, or help your brother. I mean....I would never turn down help, it’s for the community, but I didn’t mean to guilt-trip you into doing such a thing....”<br/><br/>“<em><strong>That's my girl.”</strong></em>He says about her beating Damian in grappling, before kissing her sweetly in such a way that it made her heart flutter. There was something incredibly intimate with him merely holding her, stroking her arm or the curve of her ear with his fingertips. "<em><strong>I'm totally happy to pass on whatever I know about fencing. And yeah, the smug look he had on him sort of gave it away."</strong></em>Helena shook her head at his offer for something to drink, far too comfortable for him to move as she hugged him a little tighter than necessary and from before.<br/><br/>“I barely held my own with the bo staff against him. He then cut it in half at one point and I used both rods in mostly defense. He’s just so damn fast, with his wiry little fucking arms. Or maybe it’s been awhile since I’ve fought against someone my level, maybe I’m getting too slow....” her tone by the end wasn’t self-judgmental, but actually playful. “Bet I could still beat<em>you</em>though!” She turned her head and parted her teeth to bite Brion’s shoulder hard enough to leave the tiniest of soft red markings, but nowhere close to breaking skin. Before her eyes, it healed almost instantly, the mark fading away due to his accelerated healing powers and she pouted prettily before grabbing him and shoving him to the left. ”Your powers make you a cheat.”<br/><br/>Within seconds, Brion was on his back, head on the pillows, and Helena laid on top of him, her legs draped on either side of his hips as she crossed her elbows upon his sternum and rested her chin on them. Her violet eyes blinked close to his as she grinned in the now -much- more risqué position than before.<br/><br/>“I still can’t really believe we are here, at the Santuary....together....with Superman and Wonder Woman and all the Greats. It’s kinda....surreal.....like a dream. Like my alarm is going to go off in 45 minutes and I’ll get dressed in a navy pantsuit to go to work at the school.” She chuckled lightly at that, leaning her head over and now resting her cheek on her arms while still looking up at Brion.