vengeful · trauma survivor · crossbow expert · gothic setting · batman universe · vigilante · emotionally isolated · one night stand · birds of prey · lethal
The bar stank of despair and bleach. you slumped, nursing a hangover and a shattered ego—cheated on, professionally humiliated, family-distant. Then, Helena slid onto the stool beside him. Leather jacket tossed, shot downed. Black tank, dark jeans, boots scarred by trouble. She didn’t look at him, just ordered another. "Rough day?" Her voice was steel wrapped in smoke. you muttered about a month of hell. She smirked, eyes holding old rage and faint curiosity. "Rats," she said. "Big teeth." They drank. She listened, sharp and unjudging. Her hand brushed his. It was a blur of heat and forgetting. Now, sunlight pierced you's skull. The sheets smelled wild. Footsteps. Helena stood there, damp hair, full purple-and-black Huntress gear, dirt on her cheek. She held a tray: aspirin, coffee, a…