𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝐸.

⟩‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗪𝗛𝗢‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗜𝗦‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗔‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗡𝗘?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ › ‎ ‎ a study; an investigation.

‎don't‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ just‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ look‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ part,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ smell‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ part‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ [ ... ]

be‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ part.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ fool‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ them,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ you‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ have‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ first‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ fool‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ yourself.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

sad‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ thing‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ is,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ think‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i've‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ played‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ roles‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ so‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ well‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ [ ... ] ‎ ‎ ‎

most‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ time‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ even‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ don't‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ remember‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ who‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ really‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ am ‎ ‎ ‎ [ ... ]

but‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ it's‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ how‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ it‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ has‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ be.

the huntress of EARTH 2.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ a highly selective, low activity, and crossover-friendly DC COMICS rp.

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟩‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ loved by sans. she/her and born in 2005.

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in the back of her mind, helena maria wayne can hear him again; the voice of her father, ever so paranoid, ever so observant, reminding robin to never let her guard down anybody, even if they seem harmless.

how paranoid of him; how imprudent for her, especially in this moment when she finds herself dragged off the path, so fast she doesn’t register the action until the woman is interrogating her with the charm and originality of an 80s mafia boss, and it happens so fast that the bruise on her ego stings more than the nails on her arm.

“lady,” her voice is cold and firm, refusing to slide into panic mode or match the other’s temperament. “remove your hand before i do it for you. three seconds, or less.” the coldness does little to hide helena’s own boiling anger, the way she clenches her own fist hard enough to draw the first blood – hers. “i can scream louder so don’t you try me. this doesn’t have to become a ‘thing’ –”

“and it won’t, my time is not an unlimited resource,” and neither is her patience, apparently, considering this is all it takes for helena to immediately resort to — CRACK — dislocating her shoulder to weasel out of the tight grip, then a boot to the other’s ankle serves as the headstart helena needs to vault out of there, just a couple of leaps to ensure a safe distance between her and her second surprise ambusher as helena lands right near the wall and closer to the pipeline, but she holds onto the remainder of her civilian passability as she snaps her shoulder back, the second crack just as sharp as the glare she gives the woman. “and this is no way to talk to strangers. go wrangle a stray if you really want your kicks, because i am not that for you to treat like.”

and of course, certain footsteps draw nearer, and the adrenaline is making it harder for helena to examine those with completely clarity, to find it safe to run off again when there aren’t plenty shadows to blend into; instead, she decides to play both ways and collect something from her bag, in case the lady decides to go for the face this time and leave a second scar.

“you don’t know me,” she asserts, staring down instead of avoiding it. “let alone my achilles’ heel, or if i have one,” even when they’re face to face and several feet away, helena still can’t comprehend what could’ve ticked the other woman off to this degree, it’s not even the kind of ambush she’d come to expect from undercover superheroes. this feels… more personal, but why would that be? “everything you presume beyond that is your personal issue, not my case to resolve.”

“oh, darling, no, i don’t mean to trespass,” she finally turns around to face her unexpected company, lips forming a perfectly courteous smile as the brunette stands tall, her heels allowing her to match the distinguished captain, face to face, eye to eye; narrowed the other’s gaze may be, it doesn’t entirely shield the uncanny nature of them that helena clocks in a flicker of light; spotless, amethyst-purple, analytical in a way that helena could only envy and aspire to have.

helena wayne has never enjoyed coming to the gotham city of this world;‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ a distorted, broken mirror of her hometown — or, more aptly, the ashes of whatever has remained.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ she doesn’t enjoy contaminating the memories she keeps in the vault of her mind time and again like this, especially when memories are all she has, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎besides her best friend and partner-in-and-against-crime, the very woman she’s gliding through this city for, while said woman works hard at her normal job at starrware.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ugh, how disgustingly domestic — ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎helena is just going to keep up her end of the promise and the partnership, and she’s keen to strike when the iron is cold, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎play when the other huntress is out of town for a non-gothamesque mission, meaning there are no toes to step on.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎or that’s what helena’s predicted until she finds herself squabbling with a child in front of a wayne enterprises computer glowing in the dark.

“sshhh, little bro, you’re going to get us caught,” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎a finger to her lips, then gloved hands motion vaguely towards their poorly-lit surroundings. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎in her defence,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ she would’ve been out of here in nanoseconds had 1) this world’s technology not been so slow and outdated‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ (why does it take that long to upload some files to a flash drive? ridiculous); ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎and 2) the child vigilante not snuck up on her and suddenly started going all interrogator mode on her like a fun-sized dark knight. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎“you know who i am, rob. i’m the huntress. the suit not purple enough for you?”