𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝐸.

𝗜 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 ᴰᴵᴱ / 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 / 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑.

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⟩‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗪𝗛𝗢‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗜𝗦‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗔‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗡𝗘?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ › ‎ ‎ a study; an investigation.

‎don't‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ just‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ look‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ part,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ smell‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ part‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ [ ... ]

be‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ part.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ fool‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ them,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ you‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ have‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ first‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ fool‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ yourself.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

sad‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ thing‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ is,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ think‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i've‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ played‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ roles‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ so‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ well‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ [ ... ] ‎ ‎ ‎

most‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ time‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ even‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ don't‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ remember‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ who‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ really‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ am ‎ ‎ ‎ [ ... ]

but‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ it's‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ how‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ it‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ has‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ be.

the huntress of EARTH 2.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ a highly selective, low activity, and crossover-friendly DC COMICS rp.

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟩‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ loved by sans. she/her and born in 2005.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⟩ ‎ ‎ silver age side-blog‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ › ‎ ‎ @pre-crisis.

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salutations, i'll finally set up @/pre-crisis today i think x

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⌞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟨ starter call. ⟩ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❮❮ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⌝‎ ‎ @fianchettoed. ╰──╮

“yeah, i’m not the other huntress you may have already known of — big deal, multiversal crises happen all the time, you know,” the masked vigilante says with a dramatic sigh, leaning against the wall as she continues to look at her fellow purple-clad archer — the hawkeye, or so she’s told. “but us sharpshooters have got to stick together, right? i can’t imagine there are many of us out there in this day and age of fancy gadgets,” not as fancy as the gizmos back in her world, but she’ll digress. she’s trying to bond now, that’s the important part here: friendship, alliance, she’ll take anything if it means one person who’s not power girl doesn’t want her dead for the mere crime of existing! “and if it helps, i’ve been through many of the elite private school rich girl trials and tribulations myself,” except for actually attending a private school, ‘cause well — her parents were nuts, to say the least.

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hello oomfies! please give this post a like if you want prompts or impromptu starters from helena wayne in your inbox :)

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no one: helena w, being an elusive poser and con artist with poorly impaired social skills and the audacity to lie to telepaths and trained heroes: why does everybody think i a fraud? ridiculous. i studied victorian era etiquette and practised smiling in the mirror for 500 hours. i even bought the same crucifix as helena bertinelli’s using the money i wired from five billionaires so that i can be better at pretending to be a normal human naturally born of this city. this world’s people are soooo distrustful and paranoid 🙄

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⌞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟨ continued from here ⟩ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❮❮ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⌝‎ ‎ @clawsextended. ╰──╮

in the back of her mind, helena maria wayne can hear him again; the voice of her father, ever so paranoid, ever so observant, reminding robin to never let her guard down anybody, even if they seem harmless.

how paranoid of him; how imprudent for her, especially in this moment when she finds herself dragged off the path, so fast she doesn’t register the action until the woman is interrogating her with the charm and originality of an 80s mafia boss, and it happens so fast that the bruise on her ego stings more than the nails on her arm.

“lady,” her voice is cold and firm, refusing to slide into panic mode or match the other’s temperament. “remove your hand before i do it for you. three seconds, or less.” the coldness does little to hide helena’s own boiling anger, the way she clenches her own fist hard enough to draw the first blood – hers. “i can scream louder so don’t you try me. this doesn’t have to become a ‘thing’ –”

“and it won’t, my time is not an unlimited resource,” and neither is her patience, apparently, considering this is all it takes for helena to immediately resort to — CRACK — dislocating her shoulder to weasel out of the tight grip, then a boot to the other’s ankle serves as the headstart helena needs to vault out of there, just a couple of leaps to ensure a safe distance between her and her second surprise ambusher as helena lands right near the wall and closer to the pipeline, but she holds onto the remainder of her civilian passability as she snaps her shoulder back, the second crack just as sharp as the glare she gives the woman. “and this is no way to talk to strangers. go wrangle a stray if you really want your kicks, because i am not that for you to treat like.”

and of course, certain footsteps draw nearer, and the adrenaline is making it harder for helena to examine those with completely clarity, to find it safe to run off again when there aren’t plenty shadows to blend into; instead, she decides to play both ways and collect something from her bag, in case the lady decides to go for the face this time and leave a second scar.

“you don’t know me,” she asserts, staring down instead of avoiding it. “let alone my achilles’ heel, or if i have one,” even when they’re face to face and several feet away, helena still can’t comprehend what could’ve ticked the other woman off to this degree, it’s not even the kind of ambush she’d come to expect from undercover superheroes. this feels… more personal, but why would that be? “everything you presume beyond that is your personal issue, not my case to resolve.”

helena may be cornered in a physical sense, but there has never been a single situation she’s been trapped in, and it never will happen. not today; lehamshikh lehilakhem.

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wrote this starter for oomf and i'm so proud of it and my voice & characterisation for helena wayne, i am so excited to write miss waynetress again :))

“oh, darling, no, i don’t mean to trespass,” she finally turns around to face her unexpected company, lips forming a perfectly courteous smile as the brunette stands tall, her heels allowing her to match the distinguished captain, face to face, eye to eye; narrowed the other’s gaze may be, it doesn’t entirely shield the uncanny nature of them that helena clocks in a flicker of light; spotless, amethyst-purple, analytical in a way that helena could only envy and aspire to have.

her own blue-greys, though striking and feline-like, are hardly anything to write home about, unless the brits care enough to keep up with america’s darling billionaires and caped crusaders on an everyday basis.

“rosamund ackroyd-ingham,” she volunteers with ease. “if you must cross check with the guest list, captain; my father is on a cruise ship as we speak, so pardon his absence – i’m here, after all.”

upper stiff lip and all, from what she has gathered, but thankfully, helena has chosen to pass herself off as someone from the northern side of england, where it’s not so grim and brooding all the time, g-d knows she deals with plenty of that already. curls have been tamed down to stylish, straight waves, excellent make-up to cover her tattoo sleeve and the scar across her eye, and an accent that’s as designer as the dress and the handbag she’s happened to borrow for this mission.

“i was simply lost, that’s all. can you blame a lady for getting confused by all these hallways and corridors?” lips quirk, head tilt, let her eyes present her defence case to the captain. “distracted, too. plenty of masterpieces out here, how can i not stop to admire the artwork?”

a pause to let those words settle, then the brunette promptly adds, “that’s a vermeer, isn’t it? how lovely.”

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feel free to like this for some prompts or impromptu starters from my helena wayne to your muses' way :)

she is a different character from helena bertinelli altogether, and all info about her is available in my pinned + if you have my discord, i'm happy to explain her <3

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⌞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟨ starter ⟩ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❮❮ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⌝‎ ‎ @noqtem. ╰──╮

helena wayne has never enjoyed coming to the gotham city of this world;‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ a distorted, broken mirror of her hometown — or, more aptly, the ashes of whatever has remained.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ she doesn’t enjoy contaminating the memories she keeps in the vault of her mind time and again like this, especially when memories are all she has, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎besides her best friend and partner-in-and-against-crime, the very woman she’s gliding through this city for, while said woman works hard at her normal job at starrware.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ugh, how disgustingly domestic — ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎helena is just going to keep up her end of the promise and the partnership, and she’s keen to strike when the iron is cold, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎play when the other huntress is out of town for a non-gothamesque mission, meaning there are no toes to step on.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎or that’s what helena’s predicted until she finds herself squabbling with a child in front of a wayne enterprises computer glowing in the dark.

“sshhh, little bro, you’re going to get us caught,” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎a finger to her lips, then gloved hands motion vaguely towards their poorly-lit surroundings. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎in her defence,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ she would’ve been out of here in nanoseconds had 1) this world’s technology not been so slow and outdated‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ (why does it take that long to upload some files to a flash drive? ridiculous); ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎and 2) the child vigilante not snuck up on her and suddenly started going all interrogator mode on her like a fun-sized dark knight. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎“you know who i am, rob. i’m the huntress. the suit not purple enough for you?”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎g-d, is belligerence and eavesdropping a rite of passage for every robin out there?

[seilnakyle]

Family of the most serious mugs of all time

[camilla-artworks]

Dad's eyes

Mom's eyes

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to catch a bus you have to think like a bus

[dchuntress]

helena wayne: i remember when i could go to the movies with $1 and return with 3 bags of popcorn, 5 candy bars, 2 bags of chips, 6 starbursts, a nice cold drink, and a poster i liked 😒 nowadays they have cameras everywhere

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pre-crisis helena wayne i love you soooo much .. mwahhhh!

[kara-zorl]

“In any city full of men, there’s sure to be a few idiots who think being born with balls entitles them to hurt women… Wrong.”

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love the idea of helena wayne accidentally taking shelter at some abandoned building in CRIME ALLEY unironically, she's like, "crime alley? pffft, every alley in this fucked up city qualifies to be That." as she claims some villain's secret lair as her safehouse

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alsooo hiiiii~! another thing about my waynetress is that she will often mention how earth 2 did something differently from the main world's convention. "don't the days here have 23 hours?" "dick? you mean richie?" and so on. sometimes it's helena wayne lying to your muses. sometimes it's me actually referencing something from canon. sometimes it's just me lying to you and making up shit about the earth 2 lore. why? my broken sense of humour finds this funny 😭