Gotham No Longer Needs A Woman of Honor Who: Helena and OPEN Where: The Docks When: After her Clock Tower confrontation with Dick and Babs What: Helena bargains, and it goes terribly wrong
Well, this wasn't what she had expected. She supposed it was something of a best case scenario, in a way. They hadn't even suspected her alter ego, or those she was affiliated with. Her only regret was Vic. She hadn't seen exactly what had happened to him but she'd heard the gun go off a second before the Russian pulled a piece on her and fired. She hadn't thought they'd have the balls for it, not on the Docks during the afternoon when the warehouses were in use. Of course, the mob used most of them, whether they were cooking meth or filming a movie, so she supposed they didn't really care.
The first bullet had hit her square in the chest, where the thin kevlar had been protecting her heart beneath her dress. She wasn't as lucky with the next three. Number two went through her side, missing anything major but making her bleed bad; numbers three and four came closer to her belly. One clipped the edge of the kevlar and lodged there; the other ripped through her.
She had to breathe eventually, she knew it, though it was starting to feel more and more enticing, to just close her eyes and drift to the bottom of harbor. She was trailing blood in the dark, muddy waters, her lungs wanting the air. If Vic were alive, he'd have come for her now. Maybe it was better if she did just let herself die. then she wouldn't have to deal with those threatened 'I told you so's.