#intimidire

Ti direi: non lasciarti intimidire dalle opinioni altrui.

Poiché solo la mediocrità cerca conferme,

Affronta i rischi e fa' quello che desideri...”

kissing meme || accepting (albeit very very slowly)

gentle kiss

“Look, I don’t usually do this, but we’re hitting a dead-end on a case.”

      He crosses his arms, leaning against the doors of his office. It’s only by chance that he even caught her in there. It’s the middle of the night (of course). He’d only stopped by because he couldn’t sleep and had wandered into the neighborhood.

      Helena wrinkles her nose, trying to figure out what he was thinking and if he was going to try to fight her out. “I think you–or rather, your mom’s company, that’s where this whole Searchers Inc. comes from, right?–have information, but the actual info we need isn’t on any of your computers.”

      Joey nods a little. “Can’t hack paper.”

      “But you can still look at it.”

      “We don’t keep sensitive files in this office for long. You’re looking in the wrong place.”

      She sighs. “Great.”

      “Why not just ask me?”

      Helena shrugs, then, “Didn’t think you’d cooperate. Besides, we haven’t really hit it off that well before.”

      Joe shrugs in return. It’s a fair assumption on her part, outside of the Titans, he’s had some mixed relationships with superheroes. And he’s aware that some people still see him as Deathstroke’s son. “What do you need?”

      And she starts to explain, but only gets so far as mentioning a young escort being threatened before he’s leading her out the door, to his motorcycle. She goes around the block to get hers and follows him back to his home, with the most confidential files down in a thick safe. This is mostly leftover from Adeline, so he’s not initially sure where to start looking, but the two of them dig through boxes until they find a case file, half finished, the investigation abruptly ending around the time Joe had died.

      He notices the year of the last note and Helena notices the pang of discomfort. He offers a half explanation: “Lot of loose ends here.”

      She furrows her brow slightly. “I know the feeling.”

      He shakes his head, but only a little. She might know unfinished business, but she doesn’t know this feeling. He holds out the file to her.

      “But hey, if you ever wanna crack open some of these cold cases, I’m sure Oracle would be willing to do some digging.”