incoming transmission ... :: from @hntrss / helena bertinelli. "You’re walking a fine line." unprompted / something i can't find || always accepting!
Artemis sneers right back.
It was only a matter of time before someone caught onto what she was doing. Her father doesn't care and the Shadows had been more sparing in how often they would take her since long before Paula's sentence was up. She thought she would be looked over and then brushed aside as many people did to those from her side of Gotham, but this was different.
The woman perched on one of the fire escapes does nothing to quell her. She has been revelling in the midnight, finally doing what she wants and not what her father wanted. Her bow remains in one of her hands, ready in case Artemis needs to be quick about defending herself. Her mind races—so this is Huntress. Another one who hangs out with the Bats. What would they want with her?
❝ Why? Not enough room to play dress-up? ❞ she asks with a roll of her eyes, tone irate. She doesn't care if she should be keeping her head down. Staying out of trouble had never helped her before.
She turns on her heel to begin walking away. The last thing she wants to do is be lectured by one of them deigning to descend from on high when they had never bothered to help her before.
