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Three months later: Wednesday, 4:46pm: Dark Horse Sunlight slanted in the high windows above the bar dividing the space and turning the circulating dust motes into a kind of glitter. The place had an expectant feel: glasses lined up and waiting, floors mopped, chairs down off the table tops. Helena reveled in the pre-opening quiet; [...]

Thursday/Friday: 1:27am: Helena’s apartment Helena felt her eyes shift to feral as Jessica marked her left shoulder. Her heart beat faster as the same lips that had been fastened to her skin brushed her ear. “One word and I’ll stop,” Jess whispered sliding her hand lower across Helena’s taut, exposed belly. “That’s all it would [...]

Thursday/Friday: 12:02am: Clocktower Panic. It was panic Barbara felt coursing through her veins. Not the ordinary fear or the adrenaline rush that came when Helena took a chance she herself wouldn’t have taken, but pure, pharmaceutical-grade panic. A quick glance at the monitor to her left showed Helena’s telemetry readings weren’t far off baseline, and [...]

Wednesday: 8:25pm: Dark Horse Helena leaned against the catwalk’s railing, tapping the ring on her forefinger against the steel pipe, and surveyed the crowd below. Not bad for a Wednesday night. She hadn’t been sure about the band but she trusted Jaycee, and she was glad she hadn’t been wrong. Zydeco hadn’t exactly been part [...]

“Helena, that’s not a dress, it’s…” Dinah closed her mouth with an audible snap. “It’s what?” Helena asked, one eyebrow quirked as she looked down at her outfit. “It’s a cocktail napkin with attitude,” Dinah finished. “And you look gorgeous in it.” Helena did look gorgeous. The dress, made out of a fabric Dinah couldn’t [...]

Tuesday/Wednesday: 1:56am: Clocktower The sound of the elevator’s door and the low murmur of conversation that followed didn’t make a dent in Barbara’s concentration as she tried to find a pattern to New Gotham’s recent crime spree. She barely heard Dinah’s door shut and, if she’d been asked later on to confirm it, her morals [...]

Monday/Tuesday, 4:17am: Clocktower It was the blurred edges that told Barbara what she saw was part of a dream and not reality, was a dream and not necessarily a memory. The dreamscape always had a hyper-real quality to it: the sound was sharper, the colors more vivid than anything she’d seen. What gave it away, [...]

Sunday, 10:46pm: Alley in the club district Helena winced at the crunching sound the mugger’s cheekbone made as flesh met bricks. “That’s gotta hurt,” she said, picking the stunned man up and shoving him against the wall again. “Maybe next time you’ll pick on someone your own size. Or better yet,” she said, pulling the [...]

Sunday, 8:42am, Barbara’s Bedroom Helena kept still, her eyes firmly closed, even though she’d shed most of the remnants of sleep. She knew the bed was empty before she snaked a hand across the sheets. With a groan, she rolled over, and inhaled deeply of an intimately familiar scent. Barbara. The name shot through her [...]

Helena was just landing on the apartment building’s roof when the snow began to fall. “Great…perfect,” she said, turning the collar on her coat up. < Something wrong, Huntress? > The light sound of typing and music came through the open comms channel. “Nothing spending the winter in Florida couldn’t solve,” Helena replied. “Do I [...]

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