7754/Who IS Helena

Who IS Helena
Date of Scene:	09 September 2021
Location:	Amusement Mile
Synopsis:	The Huntress meeting occurs and the world doesn't blow up. Not yet.
Cast of Characters:	Helena Wayne, Helena Bertinelli

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Helena Wayne has posed:
The Amusement Mile isn't one of Gotham's finest districts, by any means. But Helena Wayne... the Huntress... has claimed it as her own. Under her protection. And that means on this particular Friday night, Gotham's newest vigilante in purple and black is patrolling.

Even though few of the buildings are higher than three stories, she prefers to keep to the rooftops instead of the road. Yes, she has a perfectly good bike, but it's also quieter this way. Reaching the abandoned amusement park, she pauses on the edge of a rooftop. It's a calculated pause, really, just long enough to cast the tall, cloaked, bat-eared shadow on the pavement below.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
A purple and black figure scurries up onto a roof just below this Huntress lady. She is getting a better view of this so-called Amusement Mile, creeping forward, weaving around some of the metal smokestacks on top. There is a small breeze and a dangerous, full moon, which helps cast that curious SHADOW. Who knows?

THE Huntress frowns and glances back over her shoulder, looking up at this shadowy figure, "Batgirl? What the f*** are you doing over here?" she asks boldly, then steps back defensively as she gets a funny feeling, "Batgirl...? Who the f*** is over there?" she wonders.

Helena Wayne has posed:
The movement below her catches the 'new' Huntress' attention, and Helena Wayne adjusts her stance as a familiar-looking figure steps into the moonlight.

Familiar-looking because it's too damned similar to the figure she checks in the full length mirror every night before going out on patrol. She has the moon at her back, which gives her the advantage in terms of being unable to be recognized. On the other hand, it makes her a splendid target. Not good.

She pitches forward headfirst into a graceful forward summersault, the long cape billowing behind. Landing lightly on her feet, she sinks into a crouch where reaching for the crossbow would be readily concealed.

"Who ARE you?" she asks. The voice is contralto, and either naturally husky or carries a cultivated rasp.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
The Huntress seems more pissed off as the moments pass, probably frustrated at this confusing situation, "I'm gonna kick your f&47F$$ ass for wearing my costume," she utters after the Huntress sommersaults and lands like a graceful pro.
The Huntress balls up her fists and raises her wrist up, a carefully poised CROSSBOW BOLT pointedly aims at The Huntress. "I ask the questions, asshole. Who sent you?" she wonders and repeats her question after a pause, "Who sent you?!" she yells in an angry way, seemingly upset at something.

Helena Wayne has posed:
As the Angry Huntress raises her wrist to point that crossbow bolt, she'd catch the glint of an already aimed crossbow pointed right back at her from beneath the shadow of that cloak. Unlike her counterpart, Helena Wayne is calm and collected.

An advantage should this turn ugly, and she knows it.

Rising slowly, the two crossbow-armed women aim at each other and hold for a moment.

"Well for starters, I don't raid your closet." she replies evenly. "All evidence to the contrary. I call myself Huntress, but I'm beginning to see that's going to be a problem." And it also explains why Flamebird was so confused.

"I'm... not from around here."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
"You're damn right it's a problem," the angry Huntress points out, "I'M the Huntress, get it?" she tells her, more than asking really. She thumbs at herself to make the point. The more pointy crossbow arm bolt stays trained on The Huntress.

"I don't really give a &&** if you're from around here or not," she tells her and then purses her lips because she's not getting anywhere fast, "Gotta be pretty cold to want to take my spot. Well, you're not getting it," she steps to the side a few steps so the moon is in a better position.

Helena Wayne has posed:
Helena Wayne keeps her own crossbow trained on the target, who looks similar to an angrier version of herself. "For starters, I don't want to take anyone's 'spot'..." she begins. Is the Batman in this dimension keeping a roster? "Unless things have changed dramatically for the better around Gotham, I can't see that having TWO Huntresses would be a bad thing."

Purple lips curl into a wry smile, then, as she gestures along the Angry Huntress from head to toe. "If you want to keep the name, then that outfit's gotta go, honey. Unless you want to discuss alternate arrangements."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
The Huntress smirks as The Huntress starts giving the Huntress advice---confusing still, "I don't know what the &&$& is going on right now---are you...giving me fashion tips--? ---I created this costume! I created that costume!" she lets out energetically, pointing to herself and the Huntress in turn.

She sighs, "Seriously, is this a prank? Batman trained some ass^^@^ to annoy the s636 out of me? Cause that's seriously over the line." She shakes her head. The odds must be astonomical that there's TWO of her in the same damn city on the same damn roof. In purple.

Helena Wayne has posed:
Helena Wayne draws a deep breath and exhales slowly at the other's frustration. "Tell you what. Maybe I can help explain the long odds." As a show of good faith, she lowers her crossbow and takes the tension off of the mechanism. "If you wanna take a seat and buckle up, I'll tell you a bit of my story. Then at least you'll be as confused as I am."

Without waiting, she flips her cape back and takes a few steps to perch on a roof ledge that *isn't* a clear shot from the street below.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
The Huntress is nice enough to lower her deadlyass weapon in turn, at least eventually. She smirks, getting another look at this lady as she moves past to the roof ledge high above the street and the ground below. Those features ... that hair ... uhhh. Maybe she's a Bertinelli? That can't be... or maybe one of those richass chicks from Europe.

"Yeah, maybe I'm hallucinating. Are you the Scarecrow...?" she mutters. She puts her hands on her hips and looks impatient, "Start talking," she tells her, confirming it.

Helena Wayne has posed:
Up close, the less-angry Huntress has similar features, at least as far as the mask shows. Similar, but not the same. A bit more prominent cheeks, and more slender. Younger, perhaps? Yes, that's likely.

Another deep breath, exhaled slowly.

"Okay, so when I said I wasn't from around here, what I meant was that I'm from an alternate dimension." Pause. "Give me a minute to explain, please. After all, you just called me Scarecrow." Again with the smirk, which might look somewhat familiar if the Angry Huntress ever crossed paths with a certain cat burglar.

"I got drawn through into this world through a boom-tube as my home was being blown up. My father was Batman. He died over there."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
The Huntress keeps frowning, as if trying to wrap her mind around this story, "Who would make up a crazyass story like that...?" she states as matter of fact and shakes her head, "Okay, so let me get this straight..." she pauses.

"You're me from another frickin dimension and ....Batman is my---is your Dad?" she wonders, and purses her lips, "Was your Dad. Yeah, sorry about that," she says flatly, which is about as nice a response as it gets, "Is there more...?" she wonders.

Helena Wayne has posed:
Helena Wayne nods slowly to that, her expression softening at the condolences. "Thanks." she replies. "And yes. I came through with Supergirl, at least that's what she called herself in my world. Kara Zor El. Big. Blonde. Brash. Can't miss her. Except we somehow got separated in transit, so I'm not even sure she's really here."

Another deep breath, then a long exhale follows. "I'm still taking this one day at a time, to be honest. Everything here is similiar, but nothing is the same. I don't know who -you- are or who anybody is. There's no way I'm going to just tell Batman what's going on, either. Can you imagine?"

She snorts softly.

"I've met Batgirl, Flamebird, and have a drop phone from someone named Oracle. And now you."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
The Huntress nods to what she's been told so far, "Don't know if this is the weirdest frickin Gotham story I've ever heard but ... it's definately up there," she mutters plainly. She looks past The Huntress out over the Amusement Park, where innocence meets deadlyass crime, "Right nickname for the job, at least---the Huntress ...yeah, I wonder ... who is she... really," she says as she waxes philosophical.

"Makes you think about identity," she muses, "So you've met people huh? Talked to them?" she asks.

Helena Wayne has posed:
Helena Wayne nods slowly to that. "I talked to Flamebird after saving her ass. And I talked to Batgirl, who'd been sent to check me out by Oracle." Pause. "I trust the Bat emblem here, because of my heritage. I figure if HE's on the wrong side, then I'm already on the wrong side..."

She tilts her head, then, and leans in a bit to peer at her counterpart. "Rude question, but I don't suppose that He's.... no, forget I even asked."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
The Huntress shrinks back a little from the inspection, "He's what? My frickin Dad? Hell no. Hell and no!" she lets out energetically, "My family's not even from around here," she explains, "And I don't mean from another ^@6@!!# dimension," she adds.

"Hey maybe you can go to STAR labs and they can you know...transport you back where you need to be," she frowns, "Don't know what to tell you. Either that, or you better load up on weapons. I tend to bust something up nightly."

Helena Wayne has posed:
Helena Wayne can't help but smile at the reaction, nodding briskly. "Okay, so that's confirmation that everything's up for grabs, here." she quips back. "And yes, I've managed to carve out a place of my own. Including equipment and resources, of course."

She shakes her head, then. "I... I don't know what will even be left of my home if I were to be able to return, to be honest. And if Kara is here, I should find her first." Yes, that's decided.

"So until then, Gotham is going to be blessed with TWO Huntresses."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress smirks a bit at the possibility of two of herself basically running around, "I'm keeping tabs on your ass, by the way. Maybe you should start checking in cause guess what? What you do effects me too /Huntress/---" she begins, "And I'm not giving Huntress lessons!" she lets out.

She nods, "Okay I'm outta here. You think about what I said," she tells her and then puts a hand to her forehead like she's doing a magic trick, "Wait wait, oh let me guess, you ride a motorcycle. Yep, I see it clearly. Man, I'm psychic," she states, "Is it purple? Big engine?" she asks.

Helena Wayne has posed:
Helena Wayne rises more slowly, watching as her counterpart starts to depart. "I don't think I need to answer the motorcycle question." she quips back, grin returning. "And if you want to keep tabs on me, start with Oracle. I won't be publishing my travel routes in the evening Gotham Gazette."

"And yes, grapple gun, collapsible staff, and the works. I'd say we're pretty similarly kitted out. But don't worry about the franchise. If you have any doubts, just ask Batgirl or Oracle. They've seen the footage."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
"Yeah, I will be," Huntress tells her honestly, and turns away from this new Huntress. She's not even sure what to think about the future, or even if she wants to think about. "Stay out of trouble," she tells her and frowns a little, because that's something Batman would say and that's pretty annoying. Dammit. She swings off the roof.