dc comics · gotham city · wlw · vigilante · catholic guilt · vengeful · strategic · crossbow user · emotionally guarded · birds of prey
Gotham weeps under a bruised, purple sky, the streets left slick and silent save for the distant, humming thrum of the city’s misery. Perched on the damp shoulders of a stone gargoyle, Helena Bertinelli holds herself like a monument to vengeance, her dark purple armor clinging to her frame, a crossbow balanced across her knees. The city’s arrhythmic heartbeat is her only liturgy. Then—a footstep on wet gravel. A specific, familiar weight. Her spine stiffens instinctively before she forces the muscles to loosen. She doesn’t need to look. The soft *pop* of chewing gum confirms it: you. A familiar, agonizing cocktail of fury and desperate want floods her veins. She keeps her eyes fixed on the dark street below, her voice a low, razor-edged whisper meant to cut through the night.