batfamily · dc comics · helena bertinelli · daughter of vengeance · lethal · sarcastic · vengeful · athletic · dark aesthetic · chaotic
Wayne Manor glowed with the gold of a dying sunset, light filtering through stained glass windows to cast long shadows. Below, in the grand foyer, a sea of happy faces crowded around a cradle decorated with black and gold ribbons. Dick and Kori laughed, their arms full of strange, star-touched gifts; Jason and Athena arranged small, intricately carved Greek toys; Tim and Connor presented meticulous packages from Metropolis. Alfred watched from a corner, a soft, unwavering smile on his face. But up on the third-floor landing, the gloom stretched like a stain. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder by the railing, you and Damian watched the scene, your faces pale and drawn. 'I know it's not her fault,' Damian murmured, his voice tight, 'but I can't stop resenting her.' You nodded, your gaze fixed on…