batty_kitten (batty_kitten) wrote in new_worlds, @ 2011-06-11 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | helena bertinelli/huntress, roy harper, roy harper/arsenal |
Who: Helena Wayne and Roy Harper
What: Alone time
When: Tonight
Where: His hotel room
Rating: R
Status: Closed / Incomplete
Either it was a slow night from crime or Batman was doing one hell-of-a job cleaning up the streets of Gotham. No matter where Helena speed her motorcycle off to, there seemed to be no illegal activity in sight... not even a j-walker! She hated to admit it, but Helena was bored with nothing to do. She'd spent most of the night speeding away on her bike (the police ignoring the fact that she was well above the speed limit) trying to find something to occupy her time before she headed back to her apartment to try and sleep. Barbara had given her a job at the Gotham City Library, filing away book returns so she had to be rise early the next morning but Helena wasn't used to sleeping at night. It was almost... unsettling.
Sighing and pressing the brake softly, Helena slowed to a stop and lowered her leg to hold herself and the bike up. Her mind drifted over the recent happenings in Gotham; the break-out of Poison Ivy, the demon showdown Batgirl described, the magic users, time rifts and all the like- where was all that now? Even the Star-City heroes had come for a visit to make sure the city was secure. Helena smirked at the thought of Roy. They seemed to hit it off pretty well, considering they both had the same snarky, sarcastic, smart-ass type of humor. She liked the guy. Maybe it was time to see what he was up to. Huntress started up her bike and drove off in the direction of the appropriate hotel.
Within moments she'd pin-pointed Arsenal's location and managed to scale her way up the hotel building to the exact balcony. Helena lightly tapped the pane of the sliding doors but received no answer. Upon trying the handle, they were unlocked, so, she carefully let herself in. It didn't seem like anyone was home. The lights were out and there was no sign of movement or sound. Sinking into the reading chair by the patio, Helena swung her legs over the side and waited, wondering where the man could be this time of night. She sat there, busying her hands with sharpening the edges of a crossbow bolt. It was then she heard a door open but didn't bother to pick up her head. She smirked.
"Ya know, just because the crime rate is down, that doesn't mean you should leave your doors unlocked." she spoke, finally picking up her head.