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.”
anyway this is one of my best fandom experiences to this day :) i made a shitpost without thought, but then my mutual randomly wrote the first email fic, and i just loved it so much i wrote a respond email, essentially us role-playing / playing telephone game with them larping as the students and me larping as helena & huntress and we both ending up coincidentally collaborating on an email-based fanfic without any planning or whatsoever. it's a terribly long post and we both did have a plan to eventually adapt all of this to ao3, but still i just remember this post so fondly just because it was so fun with me and my mutual as well as other people supporting our writings 🩵🩵🩵
idk what came over to me in this reply but damn... more of helena and dick being the worst exes in the world thank you
unlike nightwing earlier that night, huntress decided she'd dodged a bullet, the kind that came with the eye-sore that was the bat insignia.
“you know how people say ‘break a leg’ instead of good luck before a performance?” her eyes narrowed, gaze steel through the slits of her masks, uncaring about whatever truth his eyes may have carried that his words concealed; she was not playing that game anymore. “good luck, nightwing.”
there was no anchoring down a man who had the world in his hands, and huntress wasn't stupid enough to ever have truly bought that she could've been somebody in his eyes. but was that supposed to upset her?
