She sits on her couch, laughing at a joke one of her best friends has made.

Laughing at a joke that one of her sisters has made.

It's that perfect time of day - her favorite time of day, in fact. She's just finished a mission with her friends, and an old, dear friend has stopped by. Their adrenaline pumping, none of them can sleep, despite the fact that it's three in the morning.

So they all sit, lazing around the living room, sharing a couple of pizzas with an interesting combination of Asian, Italian, and classic American toppings as music plays in the background, loud enough to still enjoy and groove to, but soft enough so as not to disrupt the girltalk.

She's never had this before, this kind of camaraderie. It's new for her.

It's almost like a sleepover. A soft smile tugs at her lips, a different smile than the goofy one given at the jokes that her friends make.

It's a smile of contentment.

She's wide awake and alive at three in the morning.

And she's happy.

Finally.

Muse: Helena Bertinelli/Huntress
Fandom: Birds of Prey
Words: 181

Speechless.

Helena Bertinelli was speechless.

She looked down at the file in her hand, the file that held within it the secrets of all of the Gotham City mobs. Who's connected to who, who has who on their payroll, who has a bone to pick with who, and a cornucopia of other important, vital information lay in the fifty-odd pages that Helena clutched in her hand.

A slow, cold smile crawled across her masked face as she realized the power that she held in her hand.

The power and the ability to destroy everything that had destroyed her family all of those years ago.

She was finally getting what she'd wanted for so long.

The destruction of the Gotham City mobs.

The destruction of those who had taken her family away from her.

And the chance to move on to a newer, better life.

This was an important, moving event for her.

And no words could express her joy at the fact.


Muse: Helena Bertinelli/Huntress

Fandom: Birds of Prey

Words: 186

It’s not often that a vigilante gets a good night of sleep. In fact, it’s not often that a vigilante gets to sleep at night. Especially not if you’re one of the top operatives of one Oracle for her Birds of Prey outfit. Not that I’m complaining or anything. I chose to put on the cape and mask for a reason. I chose to bear the crossbow for a reason. Looking back on it, I wouldn’t give any of it up. Ever.

Still, there are nights when one misses a nice, long, deep sleep sunken into a thick, fluffy mattress, and covered with warm, comforting sheets. I haven’t done that since Dinah left the operation, come to think of it.

Lately, I’ve been sleeping-on-the-couch girl, which has it’s merits once in awhile, but when you come in early in the mornings and just collapse on your couch while still in your costume, you know something’s wrong.

Maybe I’ll just move the bed into the living room.

Muse: Huntress
Fandom: Birds of Prey
Words: 166