#ofhelenabertinelli

[immortalweapon]

‘ needing anyone is weak. ‘ // @thelastbertinelli​

Danny wasn’t usually an argumentative man. He’d learned a long time ago that arguing with people rarely did anything to change their minds, and it tended to get him more worked up than the person on the other side of it. But... sometimes, he wasn’t as good at holding his tongue as he might have liked to be. Sometimes, things were so wrong that he couldn’t help but let the argument come tumbling out.

“I think it takes a lot of strength to admit you need help, actually,” he said quietly, looking down at his hands. He traced the lines in his palm as if it were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen, as if it might contain the secrets of the universe. “Everybody wants to think they can take on the world alone, but... Nobody can actually do it. When you realize that, when you let the people who care about you in and let them help you? I think that makes you stronger than anything.” He paused for a moment before adding, “I’m still trying to get there. My wife is better at it than I am. She’s the strongest person I know because she can admit when she needs help.”

[mistressofmagic-a]

“ i’m not a hero. ”

@ofhelenabertinelli 

“No, technically, you’re a vigilante, Hel — Huntress.” Zatanna winked in Helena’s direction before shaking her head. It was always like this with Helena, some storm cloud came hovering over her head and pissed her off and Zatanna was often left wondering what the hell was going on in her head. Some hidden rage that involved their face painted enemy or if it was something as simple as mixing her colors with her whites. (Not that Zatanna would ever say that out loud, that flurry of anger wasn’t something that Zatanna would welcome in her direction, ever.) “What bastardly deed did you do this time to get your hero license revoked?” There had to be something more than her just being gloomy at first sight, right? 

[colleenrand]

“I could elaborate, but I won’t.”

@ofhelenabertinelli​​ 

Colleen sighed deeply and rolled her eyes. “Tell me again how that’s different from any other time we’ve spoken?” She asked. Helena was always like this, dodging Colleen’s questions or otherwise being a royal dick. Even in text messages in front of her boyfriend, as if Colleen was purposefully invading her life and not simply living her own. “Clearly you have an issue with me, so spit it out.”

[agenthamburger]

“Parties are not my thing”

HOLIDAY PARTY STARTERS || ACCEPTING || @ofhelenabertinelli

Sharon almost asked if Helena recognized her now that she was wearing white -- it seemed to be the one color she wore that drew everyone’s attention... but Helena looked uneasy for a different reason entirely. “You want to bolt?” Sharon asked quietly, offering her a flute of champagne, “Or we can treat it like a mission? That always helps settle me.” Not that parties ever overwhelmed her, but she remembered a few moments in college when there was just one too many people in the room and she needed to find herself, and the best way to do that for herself, was to analyze the room. 

[rxdshood-a]

@ofhelenabertinelli 

Jason was closing up the shop, not minding a late shift since he was a bat after all. He practically thrived on being up during the nighttime so he preferred it even. He was big and muscular, walking through Gotham at night meant that people didn’t mess with him. If they did then they were just stupid. So the moment someone was right behind him, Jason let out a long sigh and turned around. “You should really expect at this point I’m not going to get spooked, Hel. Nice try though.” He told the girl, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “I have a phone. I may get a burner and change the number every three months but that doesn’t mean you can’t call if you wanna see me.” He quipped simply, finally cracking a half smile. “It’s nice to see you. I was going to get takeout on my way back to my apartment. You’re more than welcome to join. You’re an exception to the rule of no bats knowing where I live.” Pausing, Jason wrinkled his nose up. “Well I’m sure they know, as much as I fucking hate that, but I’d slam the door in their faces.”

Starting away from the shop, Jason gestured back at the girl. “Well, come on then. Pick up the pace. I’ll be as old as the Bat at this rate.” He smirked.

[daisyquakes]

@ofhelenabertinelli

(✉️ ➡️ Dinah ???): You can’t blame me for being distracted by you in those fishnets

(✉️ ➡️ unknown ): WHO ARE YOU (✉️ ➡️ unknown ): AND HOW MANY PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT MY GODDAMN IRON MAN COSTUME? >:( 

[colleenrand]

❝ Shit. ❞ 

@ofhelenabertinelli

There was an awkwardly quiet moment where Colleen stood there, head bowed just slightly. “I’m sorry.” The man she had been talking up to Helena who would know about demons --- he wasn’t in town anymore. And Colleen wasn’t exactly friends with him, so it wasn’t like she could bully him back into the city. (Not that Colleen was friends with many people at all.) But she had no strings to pull in order to help Helena. Nothing to offer more than a heavy heart. “You have any other leads?” Colleen hoped that Helena did. She wasn’t entirely sure how she could help, but Colleen would try if the option was there. She, more than anyone, knew what it was like to be at a dead-end when looking for information. 

[agenthamburger]

[ text ]: Why are you saved in my phone as ‘Prison Wife’?

@ofhelenabertinelli

(✉️ ➡️ hell in high heels ): did u lose ur phone again (✉️ ➡️ hell in high heels ): and steal oliver’s to import contacts? (✉️ ➡️ hell in high heels ): that’s /his/ name for me, hel (✉️ ➡️ hell in high heels ): prison rules, can’t be both of your wives, you gotta stab him