Sorry for the long delay between updates. Long story...(short storyme broke computer).
Anyways...
It was cold, damp, and exceedingly gloomy...perfect day for a funeral.
Dearest Helena...
She didn't want to be here, but being a bitch only gets you so far when trying to get out of your duties to friends. Despite everything they'd been through, or rather because of it, Dinah was Helena's friend, so she came. She came to provide what little support she could to the small blonde. Helena can only assume that many of the Justice League also came for the same reasons.
...I found one of your arrows in my bedroom yesterday...
Dinah was in the front row, Superman, as Clark Kent, and Wonder Woman beside her. Ollie hadn't had any family, so Dinah had taken care of the arrangements. It'd taken a while to get the permission from his estate for this funeral, given the circumstances.
...it reminded me of good times...
Ollie was being buried in the first "super" cemetery, constructed in the highest security and quality, a memorial to all those who'd come before and died for the Earth. There were several other heroes buried there. Helena hadn't known any of them. Come to think of it, she hadn't really known Green Arrow. She was here for Black Canary. She was here for Nathaniel. Captain Atom, her boyfriend of four months was beside her. Crying. It took all she had not to smile, but that wasn't really saying much in this crowd. Most of the people here didn't think she was worth much anyways.
...remember when we broke into the Daily Planet so I could find out who their informant was on the Luther Court case? It was Luther himself...
Helena had been dating Nate longer than she'd ever dated Q. He was easy, comforting, and that was something she thinks she needs right now. Even as that thought comes to her, Nate smiles, and leans over to brush his blue lips against her cheek. She cuddles into him, not caring about the stares they receive. She's not dressed as Huntress today, but rather as Helena, having had to rush here from work. So she's hugging a slightly see-through blue man...who cares?
...a fact which I believe you found quite funny...
The last funeral Helena had attended had been her mother's. She'd been buried next to Helena's father, with the joint tombstone reading, "Together forever in death". Helena's parents had loved each other far more than they'd loved her. It was a recurring problem in her life. People she loved, often loved something else more. Nathaniel was the one exception to that, so far. She wasn't counting her odds though. There was always something.
...we had good times together...
It was over finally, everyone standing around and talking. She didn't want to be here, but she stayed, holding his hand, watching as Dinah sobbed in the front row. At first, some of them had tried to comfort her, but finally they gave up (a right hook from the petite chick could do that). Helena, not knowing why, slowly approached Dinah. If circumstances had been different, it would be herself getting buried today. Instead, she'd survived. Quirky little facts of fate.
...something tells me we'll have more...
"Dinah?"
She doesn't answer, perhaps not hearing her. Several heroes close by stop speaking, watching as the tainted one, herself, approached the widow, for despite them not being married, Ollie and Dinah had been devoted to one another, more so than most of the super-couples ever would be. If there ever was a widow for Ollie, it would have been Dinah.
Helena kneeled in front of Dinah, slowly wrapping her hands around Dinah's wrists, drawing her arms down, until she could see Dinah's face. "Dinah?"
Through red-rimmed eyes, their gazes connected, and Dinah threw herself into Helena's arms, sobbing if possible even harder. This seemed to surprise most people, given Dinah and Helena's violent history. Over Dinah's head, Helena caught Nate's eye, and he strode over to help her. Together, they got Dinah to their car.
...I can only hope we'll have more...
The ride home is quiet, Dinah having collapsed into an exhausted but disturbed sleep. She moaned a little, cried some more, but eventually quieted down. She'd stay in Helena's guest room for the night. Nate would stay in Helena's room, with her. Sometimes, the quiet can be disturbing, sometimes comforting. As Nate reached across the drive shift and held her hand, it was not without its comfort, but it was still disturbing. How did she come here? To be with the two least likely people from the League. How did she come to be here? Did she want to go back?
...I can only hope a lot of things...
Nathaniel carried Dinah into the guest room, disappearing into the kitchen while Helena fussed. She made sure Dinah was covered, made sure that a light was on, in case she woke, brought a glass of water and some valium just in case, as well. With a sigh, Helena closed the door and turned to her darkened apartment. There were relics of her past here. Several equestrian awards from her childhood were on a table in the corner, as well as the family bible, and several history books about Italy and her family. There were many things of the present here. Her gradebook, papers needing to be graded, her mask. Nate stepped out of the kitchen, slightly illuminating the dark room, waiting for her to make her move. He was her future. The path she'd chosen. She was determined to make it work.
Nate held out his hand to her, and she walked to him. Together, they removed their clothes and crawled into bed. Together, they slept.
Love, Vic.
Woot woot! Second chapter. More to come, VERY soon.