THE MAN BEHIND THE COWL

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helena barely stifled a gasp at the sight of him. she held her breath. she was instinctively forced backward when he swooped and she inwardly cursed herself for it. she stood rigid after that, tensed.

he was ALIVE, he had returned and he was here. for a moment, she once again shared understanding with all of those criminals, all of those people who were in awe, breath pulled from them when confronted with the very sight of the batman. the look on their faces when they saw HER these days, the rush, that’s what he had to been feeling as well. helena would have been relieved to see him, relieved that gotham’s bat was not dead, and that there was finally more HELP to fight against the plague of chaos and crime that had already sunk the city– but she was caught off guard, and he was being DEMANDING of her– – like he had the right to.

defence wound around her and SQUEEZED, she was taut with it. the huntress had been waiting for this moment, helena had seen it coming and yet she could have never been prepared. she never felt GOOD ENOUGH standing before him and that’s how he wanted her to feel, she was sure of it. there was even slight fear in her system then– did he know who she was ? did he know ?

"I should have known it was you by the way you handled those gang members yesterday." He said blowing off her question entirely, he spoke in a low voice taking a step towards her, his silhouette emerging from the darkness to reveal more of his features.

"Sloppy, reckless, irresponsible. all signs of the Huntress." He uttered coldly in her direction. Several times she had vied for a position in his good graces  but he had always stuck to his belief that she was far too violent and erratic to follow his lead. Though another side to his mentality hid deep within him, one he rarely let himself acknowledge.

Underneath his intimidating cowl his eyes gazed at the mirror image of Barbara Gordon, his ultimate failure, He blamed himself for what the Joker did to her, and thanks to his incompetence she would never walk again, he resolved to never let himself make the same mistake twice. He focused his attention away from his thoughts and back to the women in front of him.

@thecowl || Starter.

She sat on the ledge of an antique shop, the wind pulling at her raven hair. Feeling a shiver, she tugged at her leather jacket. Surprisingly tonight seemed pretty uneventful. She probably could have summoned a familiar to check the streets but she needed to get out of Shadowcrest. Take a breath of fresh air and maybe spin a few rounds on her bike. Or so was her thought when a pointy-eared shadow overlapped her own. 

❝ … Batman. ❞ What could he want? She hasn’t really spoken to him beyond a few words with the rare team up.. Key word on rare.

He had been following her and her new brand of vigilante justice for a few weeks now, and the more he watched the more it became blatantly obvious that he needed to speak with her. Someone who is barely an adult couldn’t handle the rough reality of this line of work, a teenage girl driven by emotion is all he saw. Someone who could very easily take things too far with her incredible power, he wasn’t just going to sit around and wait for something like that to happen. He needed to put an end to her vigilantism once and for all. 

his massive shadow overtook hers, his frame standing dauntingly against the night sky. His cape flapping in the brisk Gotham air as he spoke