title: Reckless
fandom: Birds of Prey
pairing: Helena with a hint of Helena/Barbara.
codes: cussing. angst. 400 words. post 1x13 "Devil's Eyes"
summary: Helena had done some pretty stupid things over the years.
notes: I've been watching BoP while studying for finals and now that those are over it seems my muse has come out to play. this is my first fic in this fandom and I don't exactly love it, so...
Helena had done some pretty stupid things over the years.
Almost getting herself knifed to death during her first patrol as Huntress was up there on her list of stupid shit, right above getting caught necking with Abby Reddick in the janitor's closet sophomore year.
Some of it wasn't so much her fault as it was something she'd been born with, something she couldn't really control. Her love for the rush that came with stalking the shadows and testing herself against others was certainly something she'd gotten from her mother. So was her not so quiet disdain for authority. And Barbara was fond of comparing the pigheadedness that often blinded her to everything else when she focused on something she wanted with her father's.
With parents like Batman and Catwoman she could hardly be blamed for being a little reckless sometimes. It was just a part of her, something she was even a little proud of on her cockier days.
But when it came to the big things Helena didn't need any help from her genes to get into trouble. She was pretty good at fucking things up all on her own, thank you very much. Like blindly trusting Harley Quinn with her secrets; that had been all her.
And what a cluster fuck that had created. Wade was dead, Barbara was dangerously close to joining him, the clocktower was in shambles and all of New Gotham was caught in the psycho bitch's thrall, all because she'd let herself believe that something good could happen to someone like her. As if that were even possible.
She had screwed up big time and was on the verge of losing everything she cared about because of it.
Ignoring the noise of the fight that still raged on in the rubble below her, Helena focused on the woman in her arms. Barbara was crumpled against her, hitched sobs racking her slight frame and shaking Helena to the core.
"I'm sorry." she whispered again and again, pressing her face into the protection of Barbara's hair. The words were hollow against her tongue but they were all she could find. Helena wanted to promise Barbara that everything would be alright, to reassure her that tomorrow would be a better day, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. She couldn't make herself lie.
Helena knew that having hope was the biggest mistake of all.
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