R&R Who: Helena, OPEN Where: Helena's loft, Old Town When: After being released What: Helena adjusts to her new limitations
Helena was grateful to Barbara. She was feeling much better, now that she was at home, even if she got frustrated at the pain shooting up from her belly when she moved, or the fact that she got winded just walking from the bedroom to the kitchen. Babs had had all sorts of equipment moved in, including a nasty therapeutic bed that Helena slept on nevertheless. She was working her arms and legs whenever she could; the sit ups would have to wait until she was more healed and it didn't make her shriek to bend over.
She refused to let her daily routine be interrupted however, and made herself lunch and dinner every day, even if it took a little longer and tired her out. Her job was still up in the air. Officially, she was on paid leave, but if parents got wind of the whole mob angle, she'd be out on her ass on a second and she knew it. Every day, working at it like the stubborn mule she was, she got better and better. She'd been shot before, but never in a place so tender, so delicate that... It might have killed me. A fraction of an inch to the left or right, and I wouldn't be here. Or I'd be like Barbara.
That kept her going. She'd always have the scar. She was proud of it; would have been prouder if it had been a more noble situation. She thought of Sal Maroni and wondered how much she could learn from him, and how Batman would fight her on that. She sat on her couch, glancing down at her costume, a body suit with built in armor. She lifted a pair of scissors and cut the stomach out of it. so everyone could see, and they'd know. I survive.