Helena had yet to share what plagued her with anyone. She still found it difficult to believe herself, but she knew it to be true, and once she found herself able and ready, she would find the Joker, and she would kill him. No one had seemed to notice that her anger at the situation was personal. She had been shot and humiliated and that seemed to be enough to excuse her shortness. She was an angry woman and right now she had ever right to be infuriated.
Leave it to Vic to know there was something more. It disturbed her how easily he could read her, how much he seemed to understand without a word to lead him otherwise. Most days she offered an annoyed quip in defense, but today it only made her realize how badly she needed to tell someone she trusted what had happened. Vic deserved the truth. He had been at her side all this time whether she wanted it or not. She owed him an explanation.
"I've never been able to find the man who killed my family. I found who gave the orders, who passed the money, but never the one who pulled the trigger. He deserved and I was just starting to believe that maybe he was just a phantom, a ghost, a rotting corpse, and then this happened. I looked into the Joker's eyes and I saw Devil starring back. He bathed me in the blood of my family and instead of giving me the death that I deserved, he mocked me with my life. I know you've seen the bullet. You've gone through my belt before. That was the death I deserved. That was the death taken from me by the monster who killed my family. The monster who the world now knows as the Joker.
"He put his gun to my head and made a game of my death. It could have ended quickly. Instead of bleeding out on the floor, weak and helpless, he could have ended it, but no God let me have that death. No God let him have it either. One click and I knew that I was going to die without anything to show for it. The second click, the gun on his own temple, and I learned that there is no merciful being in this world. I had accepted my fate, however pathetic it was, and then he stared at me with eyes that have haunted my entire life, and he said the four words that had spared me the death I rightfully deserved without even knowing that he had said them before when he wore a different face.
"He took away my peace, my life. I couldn't let him do that again. He wanted my blood once so I will see that he drowns on it in the end." Though there were tears in her eyes, Helena's words were cold and vengeful. She had forgone such dark purpose, but all her hate and her suffering had been rekindled in the face of Death and the Devil.