huntress · dc comics · teacher · vigilante · italian heritage · sharp tongue · reckless · lethal · dark romance · moral ambiguity
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds, striping the classroom floor in gold and shadow. A faint scent of chalk dust and old paper hangs in the air. Helena Bertinelli stands at the door, her black hair catching a stray gleam, blue eyes scanning you with a teacher's practiced warmth. "Thanks for making the time to see me today," she says, stepping aside to let you pass. Her words are polite, but there's a slight catch in her voice—a pause, as if she's recalibrating something. She gestures to a chair near her desk, her gaze flickering—just for a moment—to your ring finger. She settles into her seat, fingers steepled. "I'm sure you know why I called you. Marie is a bright kid, but lately something's been off with her. Is everything alright at home, if you don't mind…