Everything appeared to be chaos to the by passers of New Gotham as they
witnessed the heated battle going on in the middle of Center Street. One
opponent was a rough-looking male, most likely one of the many criminals of
the city. The other was an agile, female brunette, obviously the famous
crimefighter of New Gotham, Huntress. Her fighting moves were swift and
powerful, as she hit and attacked the man forcefully. As she was fighting,
she appeared to be muttering to herself. Even though the New Gotham
citizens respected the warrior, they couldn't help thinking that she was a
little wrong in the head.
"Huntress, he's going to give you a head-on attack. Make a quick cut to the right," Barbara Gordon, the former Batgirl, instructed from the huge city clocktower. Confined to a wheelchair, she helped out in the crime-fighting by instructing and training new fighters to protect the city. Huntress looked up to the veteran crime-fighter, but she gives help, not takes it. "Do you mind here?" she hissed, as she dodged the attack, "I got this. Go back to your interesting little computers. I don't need you." A little hurt, Barbara, aka Oracle, tried to protest, "Helena.," using Huntress's real name. "It's Huntress, Oracle," the brunette responded, "I got this. Now scram!" Barbara obeyed, and logged off the comm. "Barbara?" 16-year-old Dinah Lance called, "Barbara, what's wrong?" The Oracle sighed, and replied, "It's Helena. What if she and I are growing apart? She just said she didn't need me anymore." Dinah put an arm around her. "Barbara, you know Helena loves you and respects you. She's probably just in one of her moods. She'll come around." Barbara sighed again, "I hope you're right, Dinah."
Tired and irritated, Helena Kyle slowly made her way back to the clocktower. She was sick of taking the rooftops home, so she decided to take the scenic route. Every once in a while, she stopped to take a look around the city. There were people cursing at each other, while coughing and choking due to all the cigarette smoke. There were homeless people sleeping in ratty old cardboard boxes. God, what a rotten place. Helena thought. Then, she stopped dead when she realized where she was standing. My mom's deathplace, she thought in horror. Suddenly, visions and flashbacks ran through her head. "NO!" she screamed, "NO, NO, NO!!!" Then, things went black.
"Huntress, he's going to give you a head-on attack. Make a quick cut to the right," Barbara Gordon, the former Batgirl, instructed from the huge city clocktower. Confined to a wheelchair, she helped out in the crime-fighting by instructing and training new fighters to protect the city. Huntress looked up to the veteran crime-fighter, but she gives help, not takes it. "Do you mind here?" she hissed, as she dodged the attack, "I got this. Go back to your interesting little computers. I don't need you." A little hurt, Barbara, aka Oracle, tried to protest, "Helena.," using Huntress's real name. "It's Huntress, Oracle," the brunette responded, "I got this. Now scram!" Barbara obeyed, and logged off the comm. "Barbara?" 16-year-old Dinah Lance called, "Barbara, what's wrong?" The Oracle sighed, and replied, "It's Helena. What if she and I are growing apart? She just said she didn't need me anymore." Dinah put an arm around her. "Barbara, you know Helena loves you and respects you. She's probably just in one of her moods. She'll come around." Barbara sighed again, "I hope you're right, Dinah."
Tired and irritated, Helena Kyle slowly made her way back to the clocktower. She was sick of taking the rooftops home, so she decided to take the scenic route. Every once in a while, she stopped to take a look around the city. There were people cursing at each other, while coughing and choking due to all the cigarette smoke. There were homeless people sleeping in ratty old cardboard boxes. God, what a rotten place. Helena thought. Then, she stopped dead when she realized where she was standing. My mom's deathplace, she thought in horror. Suddenly, visions and flashbacks ran through her head. "NO!" she screamed, "NO, NO, NO!!!" Then, things went black.