Helena is the (lionessrises) wrote in repose, @ 2016-06-04 02:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | *narrative, leena bertolini |
Leena Narrative
Who: Helena
What: Thinking
Where: Her cave
When: After her convo with Damian
Warnings/Rating: None.
Blood knows blood.
She hadn't responded after that comment from Damian. Blood knows blood. like it was an answer to how he could be so sure, to how Cat, or Bruce could be sure that she was who they thought she was. Cat had been - open? Vulnerable with her bright eyes when she'd pushed that picture across to her, guarded for her reaction, hopeful for a realized truth. It hadn't shaken any data sectors into alignment, but she'd known, looking at that picture, that it was her; her features duller, softer with youth and baby fat but clearly they would end up the ones she had now.
And Bruce - Bruce had been so hopeful it'd been an almost physical thing. A pang of possibility that his daughter might not have been lost - she'd heard it in his voice, in the way he spoke with his words tripping over one another.
Sasha and Eddie had accepted it too, but of them, only one was blood. And she seemed to have accepted that what Cat said was true, but it kept coming back to those three words that Damian had written.
Blood knows blood. Not that he knew her, it would have been clearer and - he hadn't said that. Why not? Why didn't he know her? Cat had. Eddie had. It seemed like even Bruce had. But why not Damian? A pen flipped over her knuckles and she weaved it under one, then above the next. Back and forth.
It was a little question in the scheme of things, but with so many unknowns, it was one she could focus on.
Why? And there had been that comment Damian made once - that Bruce hadn't known he'd been born. Sucking a sharp breath, she flipped the pen around one last time and scribbled both questions down in a memo pad, the previous pages already littered with a slew of questions for those family members she knew about. What would be two more?