Hands buried in her pockets, she’s wandering tonight. The night is cold, foggy, the weather she likes. Her collar turned up for warmth, she’s hard to notice.
@GUILTRlDDEN “Mr Freeze, yeah. He lost his wife. Sent him mad.” Helena muses, leading the way toward the greenhouse entrance. “Sometimes he seems to come to his senses but, most of the time, no.”
@GUILTRlDDEN “You underestimate me.” She reaches into her utility belt, pulling out a mask; it looks like her domino, but there’s clear segments that cover her eyes, nose and mouth. She swaps her domino for the full mask, slipping her domino into her belt.
“Let’s get this over with.”
@GUILTRlDDEN He’s right; Gotham is inundated with the weird ones. There’s something wrong with the city to its core, that just seems to rot everything and everyone who inhabits it.
“I know you’ve got the superpowers and stuff, but I don’t know how you might end up reacting to some of —
@GUILTRlDDEN “Got anyone like Ivy in New York?” She asks, once she switches the bike off. She’s dealt with her a few times, and even she’d admit that she’s not one to play around with. Ivy is smart, unpredictable, and insanely powerful — a far cry from the mob guys Helena usually deals with.
@GUILTRlDDEN “You’ll be fine.”
Her hand moves, kickstarting the bike to life before she races away. Tyres screech, the streets wet beneath them as they race towards Ivy’s greenhouse — the heart of her lair.
@GUILTRlDDEN “She can.” She glances back at him, eyeing him — she can’t see his gaze through his mask, but even his mask won’t offer much protection.
“Get on. I’ll get us there faster.”
@GUILTRlDDEN She sits herself down onto her motorbike, glancing back at him; blissfully unaware to what had distracted him.
“You need to hold your breath. Ivy’s toxins are no joke, Peter, even to you.”
She hadn’t been out that evening; instead allowing herself a rest for once. Lounging on the bed, the only light in the room was the moonlight spilling through the curtains, and the phone screen illuminating her features as his texts come through. —
time. Considered the paperwork. Then reached for his jacket.
📲 Yeah. Just wrapping up at Central. What’s going on?
He stopped and typed again.
📲 Everything alright, Hel?
He pulls her into his embrace; Helena allowing herself the moment for as long as she can before she pulls back to look at him.
“If you need help with any of those ghosts you’re looking for, then I’m with you.”
“I missed you too.”
Thomas said with another grin forming, the hand that was on her shoulder pulled her into him, a comforting gesture as he embraced her.
“I’ve missed you a lot.”
“No. I just want the truth.” There truly isn’t a right answer. She wants to know if he came here for her or not.
“.. I missed you. For what it’s worth.”