She’s trusted you, sought you out. For better or worse, you’re tied to her now, Helena.

Helena isn’t tied to her.

Huntress.

She’s tied to her.

You have to trust her.

Mr. Wayne…

It’s Bruce. Take care of yourself. And trust her.Huntress looked at the computer screens set up in the Gotham City clock tower, watching the streamed video ( Read more... )

Helena Kyle wouldn’t admit it, but a part of her wondered if she wasn’t addicted to Joshua Crane. She always felt drawn to him and riled when she got near. The scent of chemicals hung around him, and she picked up on every one. Not that she could tell him how very aware of it she was. He didn’t need to know how heightened her senses were ( Read more... )

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She watched, carefully. Dalia Dent approached her apartment, and the woman kicked her motorcycle to life. It zipped down the street and stopped inches away from the sidewalk ( Read more... )

“You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.”
-The Dark Knight

Helena Kyle
Batman (Nolan)
605 words

“You don’t have to be afraid, Helena.”

The seven-year-old girl stared at her mother. The hood and goggles were off, but the costume she had on was identifiable even in the dark. “Don’t go, Momma.”

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Bruce Wayne was an old man. His doctor claimed he was healthy enough to last another twenty years, but Bruce only took that into consideration. Doctors were hardly infallible. After all, the doctors that had taken care of Harvey Dent years and years ago had whispered to Gordon that without major surgery-which Dent wouldn’t consent to-they doubted ( Read more... )

Helena had to admit that coming here was not kind to her nerves. She tensed as she mounted the old steps of the Crane house. It hadn't been easy to find, but she'd wanted to see the place. The house was certainly impressive, almost reminiscent of Wayne Manor ( Read more... )

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
-Robert Frost

Helena Kyle
Batman (Nolan)
579 words

“Helena, please, come in. Sit down.” The old man who addressed her rose from his armchair to indicate the couch. His young butler, only forty and just under half his master's age, left the room as silently as he'd led the ( Read more... )

Helena Kyle forced the third bucket of paint open, not closing it again like she had the others. Two rollers waited. Some of the kids had offered to help her, but she'd sent them out to play, at least for a little while. If she ended up needing the help, a couple of them would still be interested at least ( Read more... )

Bernard and Monica Emory hosted a September party every year. In their younger days, it celebrated the return of their five children to boarding school. Now, with those children grown, it was merely held out of tradition. There was dinner and toasting and some dancing. While the separation was much more unofficial than at other parties Gotham's ( Read more... )