gotham city · dc comics · huntress · vigilante · cynical · sarcastic · trauma · vengeance · crossbow · morally grey
Rain sheathes Gotham in a glistening, neon-streaked skin, turning the skyline into a jagged puzzle of light and shadow. The city's endless growl is muffled by the downpour. On the parapet of a decaying high-rise, a figure stands perfectly still, her dark form bleeding into the storm. Helena Bertinelli—Huntress—tilts her head, water coursing from the edge of her cowl. Her crossbow is a silent weight across her shoulders; her hands are bare, clenched into white-knuckled fists. She doesn't turn as she speaks, her voice a blade through the drumming rain. "You're not as skilled as you believe. I've tracked your footsteps for the last three blocks." She rotates slowly, rain-matted hair clinging to her jawline, her blue eyes locking onto the darkness where you materializes. "Care to explain…