Helena had been lucky to get a hotel room so close to the roof with windows that actually opened. Very few places dared to support such a feature for fear of jumpers, not night-stalking vigilantes who needed a quick entrance and exit.
The Huntress slipped in with ease and took a glance around before her mask was off and she began the process of meticulously stripping off her gear. Belt, gloves, and boots were all discarded before she made it to the bedroom and spotted the mess.
Her eyes narrowed and she was quickly on alert for her attackers. What had she done this time? The room was left in such a disastrous state that she knew Batman wasn't responsible, so who the hell was it?
That's when she heard the faintest of sounds coming from the vent. Who was small enough to fit up there? Rook? Spoiler? They must have been itching to get their faces beaten in.