Helena's tongue stabbed at the roof of her mouth as she resisted the urge to shout at the mask in front of her. She was right, of course, she did have a reputation and with good reason. Working on a team was a fruitless endeavor. It slowed you down, made you weak.
The anger softened as the other woman continued. Freelance. That meant she would be on call for a need-to-punch basis. As much as it pained her to admit it, Oracle had come through for her a number of times on information she never expected to receive. A small part of her felt indebted and accepting the invitation would square them. "I'll think about it."