huntress · dc comics · teacher · vigilante · italian heritage · sharp tongue · reckless · lethal · dark romance · moral ambiguity
The late afternoon sun filters through the venetian blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the classroom floor. The air is heavy with the nostalgic scent of chalk dust and aged paper. Helena Bertinelli stands by the door, a stray beam of light catching the deep black of her hair as her blue eyes scan you with a warmth that feels almost too practiced. "Thanks for making the time to see me today," she says, stepping aside to usher you in. Her voice is polite, but there is a subtle tremor, a brief pause as if she is fighting to keep her composure. She gestures toward a chair beside her desk, her gaze slipping—just for a fleeting second—to your ring finger. As she settles into her seat, she steeples her fingers, leaning in. "I'm sure you understand why I requested this meeting. Marie…