Owner	Pose
Ted Kord	Ted Kord had one of the robot alligators that were sicc'ed on the Huntress and him brought up to his penthouse. It occupies a place of honor in the living room on several tables in various pieces and Ted goes over it for any information he can glean. Several containers of take out Chinese food occupy a coffee table. With a little cry of triumph he pulls a processor from just above the beast's snout. "Hey, son of a gun! Hey Helena... you CAN knock out these things hitting them between the eyes! I was wrong. Hah."
Helena Bertinelli	Helena Bertinelli is pacing the living room on her phone while Ted pokes at the robot alligator, and cusses under her breath at what she's going over, scrolling through repeatedly. She stops at the coffee table and looks over at Ted, "The nose is not between the eyes," she explains, "I can't believe it, I think someone hacked my credit cards, the bank closed them," she adds. "I can't sit back much longer. I'm really not used to sitting back and not punching somebody in the nose," she says and glances around, "Where's my belt? Maybe I should call Spoiler."
Ted Kord	Ted Kord looks up at Helena and says, "Do I get cheese with that wine... why aren you walking around my living room in a bikini? I didn't point to the nose, it's the top of the snout between the eyes. This might be important sometime. Your belt is over there on my desk and if you move one damn thing on it I'm throwing you right out in your teensy bikini! We'll get you clothes tomorrow. See if this Spoiler person can get your gear to you, and your bike. And a costume. Go put some sweats on, and don't lose my bunny slippers! "
Helena Bertinelli	Helena Bertinelli balls up her fists and frowns at what Ted says to her, "I got your bunny slippers," she mutters and goes to dig them out of Ted's personal stash. She puts on Ted's annoyingly bright blue robe and bunny slippers and stalks back out to the living room, "Are all your clothes annoying?" she wonders. She stomps around in the bunny slippers and says, "I half expect them to squeak," she comments, "Will you please take this seriously? I'm losing shit by the minute and I'm standing in f&&$@A bunny slippers. Real nice."
Ted Kord	Ted Kord puts down a soldering iron, carefully! He walks over to his desk and opens a lower drawer and pulls out a small strongbox. It opens with a fingertip scan and he pulls a fistful of cash out of it. "Will this do till you get your shit back and can buy your own f***ing bunny slippers. And sorry, the squeakers worn out. Why is the robe annoying? It's Egyptian cotton. The Egyptians honored beetles, you know. I mean you're safe, you have gear. I can fab up more and you're calling in the cavalry. What does flipping out accomplish?" He puts the money down and walks over to her. Then he drops into a fighting stance. "I think I understand. Let's go. Work off some of this bad energy. Hit my hands. Or whatever you want to do to spar." He holds his hands out open palms towards her.
Helena Bertinelli	Looking down at herself, Helena says, "I'm a damn Christmas ornament," she tells him as she looks at the bright blue robe and frowns again indignantly, "I'm not flipping out," she states. When Ted walks over ready to fight, Helena puts her hands on her hips and says, "You want me to hit you? For real?" she wonders, then looks over his hands. She edges forward and tries to grab his wrist, turning her weight to hip toss him, "Yaah!"
Ted Kord	Ted Kord gets grabbed. He gets tossed. He is middling as vigilantes go in hand to hand. However he hits the floor tucked into a ball and rolls to his feet little the worse for wear. He comes at her and at the last moment drops to his hands and throws a very low leg sweep at her. "Hah!"
Helena Bertinelli	Helena Bertinelli smirks as Ted pops up like a jackrabbit. She hops over Ted's legsweep and does a little backflip to avoid falling down but stumbles in her bright blue robe and bumps into the wall, "Dammit," she mutters, "I'm going to kick your ass."
Ted Kord	Ted Kord stands his ground. He simply motions for her to come at him. "Come on, or are you going to stay a wallflower for a while in your pretty little blue robe?"
Helena Bertinelli	"Screw your blue robe," Helena mutters as she shuffles forward slowly, "Brighter than the BBQ Gun," she observes as she closes the distance between herself and Ted. She draws a leg up and KICKS. Whoa! Suddenly the kick FLIES at Ted.
Ted Kord	Ted Kord tries to slide to the side as the kick comes up. She's too damned fast. In a fight between metahumans the fists could fly for an hour or more. Mere mortals are far more fragile and a bout between two highly trained martial artists usually comes down to a couple of blows until one screws up. Ted screwed up. As he attempts to slide to the side her foot comes up and contacts his jaw. His head goes back and he crashes, well lands on the couch, seeing stars. Somewhere Batman is laughing at this... a thousand feet underground and with fortifications surrounding him that Superman couldn't dig through quickly. "Gblxr... splvrl... ngggggh."
Helena Bertinelli	Helena Bertinelli furrows her brow and holds her hands out, "Ted," she whines, "Come on, you could have dodged that easy, stop playing around," she comments annoyedly. Helena walks over to the couch, "Ted?" she wonders. She pulls him up on the couch, "Come on...are you okay...?" she asks, sprinkling some water from his fish bowl on it, "Don't make me dump this on you..." she smirks.
Ted Kord	Ted Kord was mostly faking. There is this trick the supremely agile superheroes do, rolling with a punch. It can look like you took a hit but you really didn't. If you did it right. We'll give Ted a C+ for this. He snaps out of it, very fast and smiles, working his jaw a little and throwing an arm around Helena's neck to hug her. "What is that on your face? It's a smile! You can smile! Oh... you reminded me I have to recharge the fish... are you going to hug me back already? Cause, if not, you're going to look silly."