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the moon hung low and weary above GOTHAM, and so did huntress — stretched out on a billboard ledge five stories up, one boot IDLY bumping the RUSTED METAL with every letter she typed away with one gloved thumb.
it was impossible to catch a hold of helena online, especially when she geared up. but patrol was unproductive tonight, and in contrast, it was UNDOUBTEDLY rewarding to get a reaction from ORACLE.
one arm acted as a makeshift pillow under her head as she shifted more COMFORTABLY, settling in for the night when she got a response. the faint light of her smartphone spotlighted helena’s teasing, treacherous smile below her mask.
› oh, i get to compete with “work” for a whole sliver of your attention?
› be still, my beating heart. who knew it was my lucky day?
› speaking of luck, miss gordon...
› i can be quite persuasive when i want to be, promise i’ll make the schedule adjustment worth it xx
› psst. i still think you should try texting first, b. i like knowing you're alive sometimes 🫶