huntress of gotham.

❝ every hero has a story, not that i'm some kind of hero. but there comes a point when to survive, the hunted must become the huntress. ❞ indie rp blog for huntress/helena bertinelli. semi-selective.

[escalaregalia]

This wasn’t how he’d wanted on spending his evening, but he figured ever once in a while it was healthy to get out and about, and if he was going to go anywhere, a party like this was worth the effort for him. He was in New York anyway, so he may as well kill some time before anything pops up in his case.

Stepping out of the classical car the valet took gave him a ticket and drove off, leaving Bruce to walk up the front steps, muttering behind a forced smile. “What are the chances someone I actually know was invited?” Bruce asked under his breath, walking through the large doors into the party hall.

“You need more friends.” Alfred replied in his ear, probably sitting comfortably at home with his feet up and some British television show on. “Go and socialise, Master Bruce.”

[bertinvlli]

Helena had to admit, she wasn’t having a terrible time at the party. Initially, she had her doubts but it was an open bar and the drinks weren’t cheap either. Dare she say that she was enjoying herself? It was a feeling that wasn’t as familiar as it should be and Helena didn’t want to jinx it.

Her date ( a favour called in by a fellow colleague ) had left to go get them their.. was it third? round of champagne a while ago and Helena was beginning to get impatient. But a sudden excitement near the entrance had distracted her from her thoughts and curiously, the brunette stepped a bit closer, trying to peek through the crowd. She shouldn’t have been so surprised to see that at the center of all this attention was non other than Bruce Wayne himself. A smirk tugged at the edges of her lips as she eyed him from across the room.

[bertinvlli]

blackcowledbat:

“You’re more one of us than you’d think.” He replied, walking away from the criminal. “You should come around more often, you might like it.”

“First you’re trying to get rid of me now I’m getting a personal invitation into your home?” She raised an eyebrow, a bemused smirk on her lips. “Might like what, exactly?”

[bertinvlli]

blackcowledbat:

“I don’t want you throwing your personal life away for this.” He replied. “The people who can’t balance their personal and professional lives and up like him.” He said, slapping the criminal so nonchalantly without looking away from Helena.

“Or like you,” she murmred quietly. “Save the lectures for your kiddos, Batman,” Helena sighed, referring to his little family of proteges. “I’m a big girl and as you’ve made it very clear, I’m not one of you guys’. I can take care of myself.”

[bertinvlli]

blackcowledbat:

“Really? Throwing away paid work for this guy?” he questioned, almost teasingly. “I don’t have any plans tomorrow, so I don’t need to worry about how late I stay up.”

“Shouldn’t that impress you?” Helena raised an eyebrow at him. “Whole justice outweighs all motto, yadda, yadda,” she waved a hand dismissively. “Well, neither do so don’t worry about it.”

[bertinvlli]

blackcowledbat:

’You did well’ wasn’t exactly what he wanted to say, but he didn’t want to overpraise her because he didn’t want her to suddenly try less because she had his approval. He knew how hard she worked, and he aknowledged it. 

“It’s late, and some of us have other jobs. Maybe you should call it a night, Huntress.” He didn’t have anything tomorrow, but it was 4am on a Monday morning, he figured she’d need to get more than an hours sleep.

Unless early-morning parties were a thing now, Helena assumed that Bruce had been solely referring to her. First a compliment, now he was ( although it was subtle ) looking out for her?

“Trying to get rid of me already?” Helena brushed it off with a question, quirking her brow upwards. “I called in sick the moment I caught wind of this guy,” Helena gestured her head towards the criminal. “But it is late..” She admitted. “What about you? Last I checked, bats are nocturnal not restless and sun’s about to rise,” Helena said pointedly.

[vaememes]

  ✧  (  sentence   starters     →    twin   peaks

 triggering mentions ;   death, murder, rape, violence, blood, etc.                                    please change any pronouns to your own liking or as you see fit !

❝ She’s dead… Wrapped in plastic. ❞

❝ I’m holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies. ❞

❝ Wanna know why I’m whittling? ❞

❝ Is it funny to you? It is not to me. ❞

❝ You know, this is — excuse me — a damn fine cup of coffee! ❞

❝ You know, I think I’d better start studying medicine. ❞

❝ I hear that you’re real good at what you do. ❞

❝ I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back. ❞

❝ That gum you like is going to come back in style. ❞

❝ You may think I’ve gone insane… but I promise. I will kill again. ❞

❝ Can you hear me? Catch you… with my death bag! ❞

❝ Will this sadness that makes me cry my heart out — will it ever end? ❞

❝ You’re the most cold-blooded man I’ve ever seen! ❞

❝ I’ve never in my life met a man with so little regard for human frailty. ❞

❝ I’ve had just about enough of you and your insults! ❞

❝ The old rustic sucker-punch, huh? ❞

❝ Something very, very strange in these old woods. ❞

❝ Call it what you want. A darkness, a presence. ❞

❝ What do you see? Is it a dream, or a nightmare? ❞

❝ I’ve got one man too many in my life and I’m married to him. ❞

❝ It may appear as such, but could it be a clue? ❞

❝ I can’t believe you were ever my age. ❞

❝ Did she tell you that there was no goodness in the world? ❞

❝ I’m telling you this because I don’t want to have any secrets from you. ❞

❝ Eyes are the mirror of the soul, someone has said. ❞

❝ How much would you like to start with? How about three hundred? ❞

❝ Now I’m going to get the food and you’re going to get dressed. ❞

❝ I feel like I’m going to dream tonight. Big bad ones. ❞

❝ Why is it so easy to make men like me? I don’t even have to try very hard. ❞

❝ I think a couple of times he’s tried to kill me. But guess what? As you know, I sure got off on it. ❞

❝ Hmm, isn’t sex weird? ❞

❝ I don’t know, she seemed to have reached a kind of peace with herself. ❞

❝ I like to think of myself as one of the happy generations. ❞

❝ I pride myself in taking a punch and I’ll gladly take another. ❞

❝ Are you looking for secrets? Is that it? Maybe I can give you one. ❞

❝ I would assume you’re no longer interested in girls. ❞

❝ Does a heart pump blood as it pumps love? Is love the blood of the universe? ❞

❝ Love, like blood, flows from the heart. Are blood and love related? ❞

❝ There’s an epidemic of multiple gunshot wounds following this chick around. ❞

❝ It’s almost like when they didn’t bury you deep enough. ❞

❝ When you see me again, it won’t be me. ❞

❝ Let nature guide us. Nature is the great teacher. ❞

❝ Are our appetites, our desires undermining us? ❞

❝ Nothing is simple. We live in a world where nothing is simple. ❞

❝ Seven is difficult to balance, but not impossible if we are able to divide. ❞

❝ It is happening again. It is happening again. ❞

❝ Sometimes when we are ill, we are not on our best behavior. ❞

❝ I mean, did he have a big, booming voice or what? ❞

❝ I believe you. I applaud your desire to do the right thing. ❞

❝ But you don’t believe me, do you? You think I’m mad. ❞

❝ If we’re not at the right place at exactly the right time, we won’t find our way in. ❞

❝ You and I have an appointment at the end of the world. ❞

❝ Want, not need. I don’t need anything. ❞

❝ When there are chances for reflections, there can always be two — or more. ❞

❝ ______, there are many cures for a broken heart. ❞

[bertinvlli]

blackcowledbat:

“If you want satisfaction, you’re in the wrong line of work.” he replied. Cuffing the criminal he hung them by the cuffs from a railing mounted on the wall beside them. “You did good.”

“I’ve heard that one before,” she grumbled under her breath. His words of praise caught her off gaurd. It made her heart leap more than she’d like to admit and for the first time that night, made her speechless. “Uh, thanks..” Helena said hesitantly in a soft voice.

[bertinvlli]

blackcowledbat:

“Are you finished?” he asked, stepping out of the cover of darkness. He could see how much Helena was holding back, and he could see how far she’d come since she first crossed his path. It wouldn’t be a lie to say he was a little proud of her.

“Yes. Satisfied? No,” Helena retorted swiftly, glancing at him over her shoulder. She was trying to keep her annoyance hidden and the cheeky attitude on a minimum but it wasn’t easy, especially with Bruce. Lowering her crossbow, she stepped back a bit more until she was fully retreated. 

[bertinvlli]

@blackcowledbat

After a moment’s hesitation, Huntress took a step back, away from the criminal but her aim at him was unwavering. “Go ahead, take him, cuff him, whatever,” she muttered bitterly to the dark shadows in the alley. He hadn’t revealed himself but she could sense his presence, she always could. The blood in her veins screamed at her to shoot the man before her, at least in a non-lethal area — he deserved it after what he’d done but she couldn’t. Not with him watching, knowing what he’d think of her afterwards.

[onceuponamusing]

[                         i have NEVER played by the RULES                      && i do not INTEND to START NOW             ]

[vaememes]

° ✧ SUPERHERO SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ I’m here to fight for truth, and justice, and the American way. ❜ ❛ You wanna get nuts? Come on! Let’s get nuts! ❜ ❛ I hope justice is found here today… before justice finds you. ❜ ❛ Give me a scotch. I’m starving. ❜ ❛ Our ancestors called it magic but you call it science. ❜ ❛ I come from a land where they are one and the same. ❜ ❛ This is my gift, my curse. Who am I? I’m _______. ❜ ❛ Cats come when they feel like it. Not when they’re told. ❜ ❛ How am I supposed to tell crime to shut up if I have to shut up? ❜ ❛ I don’t know the meaning of the word “quit”. ❜ ❛ You can’t trap justice! It’s an idea, a BELIEF! ❜ ❛ Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded… ❜ ❛ He may have my soul but he doesn’t have my spirit. ❜ ❛ Didn’t I kill you already? ❜ ❛ Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you. ❜ ❛ I have something to give you. I don’t want it anymore. ❜  ❛ And some day, when he’s needed, we will see him again. ❜ ❛ Listen to me very carefully, my friend: Killing will not bring you peace. ❜ ❛ Wise man say forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza. ❜ ❛ You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed… walk it off. ❜ ❛ Some men just want to watch the world burn. ❜ ❛ I believe there’s a hero in all of us. ❜ ❛ Because he’s the hero this city deserves, but not the one it needs right now. ❜   ❛ So, we’ll hunt him, because he can take it.  ❜ ❛ With great power comes great responsibility. ❜ ❛ Would you rather die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain? ❜ ❛ That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it. ❜ ❛ You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about in the news? ❜ ❛ Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up. ❜ ❛ Beneath this mask there is an idea. ❜   ❛ You will give the people an ideal to strive towards. ❜ ❛ They will kill you if they get the chance. Do not give them that chance. ❜ ❛ At least I’ve chosen a side. ❜ ❛ You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?  ❜ ❛ Oh, no… this is Earth… isn’t it? ❜ ❛ Dead or alive, you are coming with me. ❜ ❛ Sometimes you gotta run before you can walk. ❜ ❛ Let’s put a smile on that face. ❜ ❛ Sorry about the window folks, I kinda misjudged the landing. ❜ ❛ There is you. There is I. There is no we. ❜ ❛ It’s not who I am, but what I do that defines me. ❜ ❛ Peace was never an option. ❜ ❛ You won’t kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. ❜ ❛ I think you and I are destined to do this forever. ❜ ❛ Sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. ❜ ❛ You’re making me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. ❜ ❛ Big man in a suit of amour. Take that off, what are you? ❜ ❛ They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. ❜ ❛ But you’re a Superhero! They always get the girl, right? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you curious about how I get around so fast? ❜ ❛ That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here! ❜ ❛ You have a knack for saving my life. I think I have a superhero stalker. ❜ ❛ Remember? Your little “accident” in the laboratory…? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you kill me? I would’ve killed you in an instant. Answer me! ❜ ❛ Remember to chisel that into my tombstone. ❜ ❛ What happened to you? How did you become this? ❜ ❛ No hard feelings, Point Break. You’ve got a mean swing. ❜ ❛ Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others. ❜ ❛ You put those people together, you can’t expect what’s going to happen… ❜ ❛ A hero? Like you? ❜ ❛ Put on the suit. ❜ ❛ Have you got a suit? ❜ ❛ Superheroes? In New York? Give me a break! ❜ ❛ The world has gotten even stranger than you already know. ❜ ❛ We will not stand by as evil wipes out billions of innocent lives. ❜ ❛ If we’re gonna work together you might wanna try trusting me a little bit. ❜ ❛ I would be grateful to die surrounded by my friends. ❜ ❛ If you kill me, you’re gonna miss the biggest score you’ve ever seen. ❜ ❛ But everyone has a weakness. And a weakness can be leveraged. ❜ ❛ My job is to keep you alive until you die. You understand that? ❜ ❛ Devils don’t come from hell beneath us. No, they come from the sky. ❜ ❛ Next time they shine your light in the sky, don’t go to it. ❜ ❛ How many good guys are left? How many stayed that way? ❜ ❛ Is it stealing if you steal from another thief? ❜ ❛ Whatever you do, wherever you go, I will be watching you. ❜ ❛ No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. ❜

[oldadioslola]

She had been fighting crime for a long time, and she knew as it began that she was at the best she had ever been. She knew she didn’t have a chance, and she didn’t care. Before Joker’s boys had even begun to move, she’d dropped three of them with shots from her wrist-launcher, spikes burying deep in shins, arms, knees. She went into motion, never losing track of the door, pulling the cape from behind her neck and whirling it as a shield, disarming man after man, raining fists and forearms and kicks. She flew and dived and tumbled and rose and she didn’t stop, even as the sweat stung her eyes and the cold air burned her aching lungs. Huntress fought, not as if her life depended on it, but as if the lives of everyone in the building behind her did.

No Man’s Land, by Greg Rucka. (via adioslola)