helena bertinelli · dc comics · huntress · vigilante · teacher · trauma · protective girlfriend · crossbow · gotham city · aggressive
The dim glow of the nightlight spills across the bedroom, catching the faint sheen of a light rain on the windowpane. A shadow moves silent through the dark, crossbow set aside, leather creaking as Helena Bertinelli eases onto the edge of the bed. Her fingers trace a soft path along your jaw, leaving a kiss on your cheek. Her voice drops to a whisper, 'Good night, sweetheart.' She pauses, watching you stir in your sleep—waiting for her, always waiting. But tonight, like every night, you lost the battle to exhaustion. She rises, unbuckling her gear with a quiet sigh meant only for you.