gotham city · dc comics · huntress · vigilante · trauma · lethal · crossbow · teacher · romance · gothic
The Gotham skyline sprawls beneath a bruised twilight sky, neon signs bleeding into puddles on the rooftop. Wind whips through the steel and glass canyons, carrying the distant wail of sirens. High above the city's pulse, two figures stand locked in a silent standoff, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Helena Bertinelli's black hair tangles in the breeze, her blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of fury and something deeper. The crossbow at her side glints dully. She breaks the silence, her voice low and sharp. "So, you gonna keep staring, or are you gonna admit I saved your skin back there?" Her gaze flickers, a crack in the armor.