"Jesus, man, the wife beating you again?"

"Huh?" Dick glanced over at his partner, having just stripped his shirt off in the locker rooms.

"Looks like you got in a fight with a Mack truck and lost," the man said, gesturing towards Dick's back as he buttoned up his own shirt.

"Oh, that." That. Dick often sported the full spectrum of bruises, mottling his skin above the many scars he already had. But that one was particularly large, particularly painful, and particularly irksome. It spread across his shoulder almost to his spine, and was a dark, painful, purple. And it was all thanks to the Huntress. He'd met her on the rooftops the previous night, and they had ended up in a scuffle. Trying to down her, Dick had performed a maneuver that he had pulled countless times on other people her size and bigger. And it had failed.

He didn't know what had changed, exactly, but he was blaming it on the fact that he had been out of touch with himself recently. Misjudging his strength, his stamina- his very right to be wearing the blue and black. That, and he'd been sore for the past week. His body had contorted into a giant furry ball of slobbering hatred, and he'd gone up against two of Gotham's toughest vigilantes and lost. Thankfully he didn't remember most of it himself, but his body certainly seemed it. It wasn't something he could ever imagine getting used to.

"'Oh, that'," his partner snickered; drawing Dick out of his thoughts as he finished pulling his shirt down over his head. "You say it like that's a usual thing, Grayson. Anyway, want to hit the bar tonight? We're off early after all."

"No, thanks. I'm going to hit the gym," Dick replied, jerking his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the GCPD's own facility. Dick had to admit, it was one good perk of working for the boys in blue.

"Geeze, take a break once in awhile. Come cool off. We got some good progress today," the man said, picking up his duffel bag.

"Thanks, but I got some steam to blow off. Maybe- uh. Sometime next week?" Dick said, stretching one arm across his chest.

"Fft. So you can order cranberry juice again?" The man smirked, shaking his head. "Have fun playing," he said, and gave a two-fingered salute before heading away. Dick bid him farewell, before he turned and headed into the gym, swinging his arms as he went. The bruise made his shoulder sore, but he knew the only way to get past it was to keep moving. There were several other people working out in the dimly lit gym, but for the most part it was quiet. Dick made his way over to the mats, eying the punching bag as he began to stretch and loosen up for the session.

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There wasn’t a whole lot to be happy about on this day. Last night had been quite active and had resulted in a fight with someone that Helena never thought she would have to fight. Having met Nightwing was not a problem as such, but as he had decided to stop her quest for revenge by force, Helena had been forced to respond in kind. She had no interest in getting the Bat-family on her back as she already had enough to deal with, but that might be too late now.<br><br>
When she was relieved at her station by the front desk, Helena decided to take out some of her frustration about the situation on the punching bag in the gym. Quickly getting changed to her P.T. gear she found the gym quiet at this time. Of course there were a few of the guys over by the weights who seemed fondly preoccupied staring at their muscles flexing every time they lifted one of the heavy weights. One of the slightly older cops were on a treadmill in a very low pace while he was watching the muted television broadcast that was on the machine. His belly looked like he needed to do this a little more and a little faster and then skip the usual visit to the local Donut shop.<br><br>
As Helena had found a pair of punching gloves in her size she took position by the heavy bag hanging from the ceiling. The bag that might have taken more beatings than any living being on the planet. At first she focused her attacks on the center of the bag and she kept a pace that might have been a little slower that a real world fight would have been. But as she got herself worked up she started striking the bag harder and faster. She even threw in a kick every now and then. It wasn’t exactly because she imagined herself fighting Nightwing, but the way he had moved and attacked was on her mind. To her luck one of his more aggressive attacks had been dodged and she had managed to pin him to the ground before disappearing into the night. She probably wouldn’t be so lucky the next time if she didn’t keep practicing.
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As Dick began to wrap his hands with athletic tape, the woman at the punching bag caught his eye. He recognized her as Bertinelli, the woman of the front desk who he had talked to not that long ago in the break room and said hello to when he ran into her out front. Being where they were, it wasn't rare to see a woman utilizing the gym and just about every one of them could kick some proper ass; though he had to admit he was a little surprised to see her with such good form. If she was that good, he wondered why she had chosen to take a desk job. Many of the officers Dick met that worked the papers openly admitted they were no good with action; but it looked like Helena had a different story.

He watched her as he finished taping up his hands, before approaching. He watched from the side of the mat, his arms crossed as he observed. He could tell she was winding herself up, going faster, striking harder; and he didn't want to interrupt. There was something familiar about the way she moved, but he couldn't quite place a finger on it. There was something different. He waited for her to take a pause from beating a pulse into the lifeless sack. "Nice from," he called over. "Where'd you learn? And don't tell me at the Police Academy, because I won't believe it," he said, grinning slightly.

"Care for a spar? I think the old punching bag could use a breather," he said, jerking his thumb at the still-quivering bag hanging not far from her. Helena was skilled, and fighting with her would be good practice- but then, so were many of the men currently in the room. But Helena would give him something they couldn't: the woman's touch. He had met his fair share of brutish ladies who fought almost like men, but there were always differences. Women just moved differently, and apparently he was out of touch with them. A Helena.. she was around the Huntress's size. Maybe a little shorter, a little smaller, but as close as he would get in this gym.

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At first, Helena didn’t notice the attention she received from the detective standing a few feet away from her preparing for the use of the punching bag himself. In fact she didn’t notice the guy until he spoke up. It made her stop punching the bag a bit abruptly and turn to face the familiar detective, who on their last meeting had managed to litter coffee beans all over the break room and almost break the arm of a colleague meanwhile.<br><br>
“<b>Oh Detective… I didn’t see you there</b>” was the first think Helena managed to say out loud. However to answer his question she had to lie. She knew that. However she could use a bit of her past to her advantage. “<b>And I was an instructor in unarmed combat on the academy for a while actually.</b>” She couldn’t avoid a slightly teasing smirk though as she said it. After all he had told her not to just answer with the academy.<br><br>
As he then continued to ask about a spar, Helena almost couldn’t believe her ears. He wanted to spar with her? Helena’s smile grew wider. “<b>You sure about this, Mr. Grayson?</b>” She said and crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head a bit to measure him up. “<b>I mean, you wouldn’t want a rumor around the office that the girl at the front desk beat you up</b>” Still, even if she said it, Helena prepared herself to fight, even if only for fun, the detective.
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Dick chuckled, as he reached for a pair of boxing gloves. Though he could usually control how much force he landed behind each strike, now wasn't the time to be taking chances; especially with his systems all out of control. Some of the advantages that seemed to come with being a werewolf- like more strength and boosted senses- would come in handy some day, but right now they were a liability.

"I don't know. There could be worse rumors. Like the guy over in evidence beating me," he said, grinning faintly. Dale from Evidence was universally known as a tiny, frail looking man; though Dick knew that looks could be deceiving. Just how much so he'd find out soon. In general, Dick tried not to spar with too many people in the departments. Though they often got a bad rap, it could not be forgotten that he was surrounded by other detectives and brilliant minds.

It was a thing that he knew Batman disapproved of, but during his time in Bludhaven Dick hadn't just stuck to the night. He hadn't been afraid of daylight activities when called for, though it had led to more than a few people observing him. He'd even encountered several of his co-workers while in the mask, which had been a rather hairy situation that Dick had ducked out of as soon as possible. In Gotham, he'd have to be even more careful. Here, it wasn't only his name that was at stake. There were those few that could connect Nightwing to the former Robin (though the number of people who made this jump was surprisingly low), and then Dick Grayson to Bruce Wayne; and subsequently every other person that was connected to them.

Punching his gloves together to make sure that they were sturdy, Dick joined Helena on the mat, stepping into a defensive pose to start. "Let's see what you have, then, front-desk-clerk," he said, circling around. He might be able to tone down his personal style and the acrobatics, but the banter would be one of the hardest things to shut down.

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It was actually a welcome challenge that had suddenly presented itself. The punching bag would only be useful to a certain degree and mostly functioned as a way to train endurance and speed. However a live sparring partner could counter attack and required a tactics as well as just strength to take down. Besides, Helena couldn’t deny that she would be quite pleased if she could get one of the suits down in a fight. Yes of course she had dealt with cops before as her alter ego, Huntress, but this was different.<br><br>
An amuse smile swept over Helena’s face as the detective mentioned the guy from evidence. Without even hearing the name she knew who was being referred to. She gave a like-minded nod as even she would feel bad if she would be taken down by this guy on the mat. However as the detective had found a pair of gloves, Helena knew that it would be only a matter of moments before the fight would start. She got into position and waited for him to finish preparing.<br><br>
Once he was ready and took his place on the mat as well, Helena waited a moment as the detective made a classic combat taunt. With a smug smile, Helena leaped forward as fast as she could, striking twice, left first then right towards the poor detective who probably only had academy CQB training. Or at least so Helena thought. “<b>Don’t worry, Detective</b>” She said as she launched another attack. “<b>I’ll make sure you won’t be too bruised up for your suit</b>”
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It seemed they would both be in for a surprise. Dick easily parried her first onslaught, ducking under her fist and then absorbing the next hit with the side of his elbow. Her speed surprised him, even though he had been watching her attack the punching bag for some time. Practice with an inanimate object was never the same as fighting with something living and breathing. Granted, Bruce's obstacle courses came close- but there was nothing quite like sparring.

"Oh, yeah? Well thanks for the concern, but you might want to try a little harder," he said, winking. The fight was going to be better than he thought. Though she hadn't landed a solid strike yet, the fact that he had to actually work at blocking her said something about her style.

Keeping one hand up to protext his face in classic boxing fashion, Dick threw a few punches back at her to judge her blocking style. He'd never been one to simply stand and box; he had trained in a mixture of martial arts. Usually he was fighting people bigger than he was. Maybe he'd gotten too used to that, and that was why Huntress had managed to get one-up on him last night.

After swinging a fist at her side, he ducked low and sidestepped to put himself behind her, throwing a punch at her shoulder as he did so.

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Seeing the detective’s fighting style made Helena quite happy that she hadn’t promised him to defeat him in a certain number of moves. He was actually quite skilled. Of course she might have forgotten about his move on the colleague in the break room but now that the fight was on going there would be no time to think about all this. She couldn’t avoid smiling though as the detective commented back on her own taunting and she had to admit that fighting this way was a lot more fun.<br><br>
Her initial attacks had been ineffective, and now she was on the defensive for a moment. With each of his attacks, Helena attempted to open up his defense with her blocks but he proved more skilled than that. She did manage to send a few blows against him but nothing more than a notion that she wasn’t willing to be on the defensive. Helena couldn’t help to feel familiar with this fighting style though. And even if her nocturnal activities had made her fight many different people, she felt confident that she had never for any reason fought the detective before. Had she?<br><br>
Then came a move that she had not only seen before, but seen quite recently. With a low sidestep, Detective Grayson tried to get behind her. But seeing as she had seen all this before, Helena quickly managed to block the attack and use her now higher position to push the detective. As he lost balance, Helena would strike again. Because that is exactly what she had done the night before and that had worked. She followed him down to the mat, hoping to pin him there. Even if she wasn’t heavy, it would still be hard for him to get up if she placed herself on his chest. Because when that had worked against Nightwing why wouldn’t it work here?<br><br>
In fact all the similarity with yesterday’s fight was so strong that Helena could have sworn that she did exactly the same again and once she had her weight on the detectives chest in an attempt to pin him down, Helena became sure. She didn’t even notice the comments that some of the other officers in the gym made about the position she and Grayson was in on the floor. Her mind suddenly focusing on one thing. She had just taken down Nightwing, again…<br><br>
“<b>You? No, it can’t be… right…</b>” She said in confusion. For once Helena had no idea what to do or say. She had encountered members of the bat family before, but if she was working with one of them. But of course this was working both ways. If she had guessed who he was, it was only logical to assume that he had made similar connections about her. Damn it! Helena got up. No matter what the detective thought of the situation, Helena wasn’t going to deal with it there. Without any further words, she stormed off towards the locker rooms. The other cops seemed a bit surprised at the sudden change in mood but it was also be expected.
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Dick's expression opened as he found himself plummeting for the mat in an all too familiar way. Not again. His eyes zeroed in on her face as his back slammed into the mat, flinching slightly as his fresh bruise was pummeled for a second time. As she put her weight down on him, he knew. He knew.

The Huntress. Helena Bertinelli was the ruthless nighttime vigilante. Why hadn't he seen this before? He looked into her face every day that he came into the station. He had been so distracted, so wrapped up in the own life as it spiraled out of control, that he had let the identity of the woman slip by his radar. He should have seen it a long time ago.

He could see the realization dawning across her face, too, and when she spoke his thoughts were confirmed. Mistake. How could he have made such a horrible mistake? If she was clever, not only his identity was at stake now. Once Helena stood up, Dick was on his feet as well. Could he deny it? Act confused? No. There was no denying the moves that they had both just pulled on each other.

Ignoring the men still catcalling the event, Dick headed straight after Helena. He paid no mind that she entered the women's locker room, and followed in after her. There were several exclamations, though mostly of the catty type.

"Helena," he said, stopping beside her, his shoulder touching the locker. "We need to-"

"If she doesn't want you, I'll take over, Grayson," a woman said, from where she was changing not too far from them. Dick ignored the comments- policewomen could be a rowdy lot.

"We need to talk, Helena," he said, keeping his eyes trained on her face. The fact that there were other people around was either a good thing or a bad thing; he couldn't decide. Good, because it was forcing them to act at least partially civilized. Bad, because, well- the obvious.

Dick didn't know how things would change because of this. There was nothing either of them could really do, because they both had something on the other. But out on the streets, what could be done? Before, Dick had considered Helena as someone in the gray area; with tendencies to do the right thing. Almost like Selina. Someone they could never arrest, but would still try to stop. What would change now?

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For a brief moment that seemed to last forever, both of the two sparing partners seemed to realize something quite important. However not necessarily something good. Of course there was the realization about who the other person was, but with it came the realization that the other also knew by now one’s identity. Once Helena had overcome the initial shock she jumped to her feet and stormed off.<br><br>
The women’s locker room was far from crowded but there were a few of the female street cops and a female detective in there changing. Most of them didn’t even look up when she entered but the closest did and saw Helena’s expression. “<i>What’s wrong, Helena?</i>” She asked but Helena didn’t answer. She simply shook her head and walked over to her locker.<br><br>
Moments later the door to the locker room opened again and this time it wasn’t a woman coming in. It was Detective Richard Grayson, or Nightwing as he was now discovered to be. Some of the other girls covered up a bit but the one who had asked about Helena just moments ago began to make her own conclusion as the detective spoke out Helena’s name. So far Helena had avoided to look at the detective, but when she heard the conclusion made by the other cop, she actually wondered what would be the worst. To work all day around Nightwing, or to have people think they had something going on.<br><br>
But Helena understood the conclusion well. After all, when a man comes into a woman’s locker room because he needs to talk, it’s usually something else. At least something not work related, and just how often does two vigilantes discover each other’s identities? Helena looked up at the detective when he was finally allowed to finish his sentence. “<b>Alright…</b>” Was all she managed to say but she nodded to make sure her acceptance of his request was clear.
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Dick studied Helena for a moment following her answer. He could tell that she was apprehensive about the situation. Good- it was better for both of them. He was, too. There were plenty of people who knew his true identity; several villains among them. But it was always, always a hairy situation.

“Ok,” He said, putting his hand on the locker. “Alright. Meet me out front in five?” He asked, looking at her. He wasn’t talking about anything in the place where they worked. Cops were a nosy, judging lot and he didn’t want them getting any ideas in their heads. Of course, now the women’s locker room thought they were having a lover’s quarrel- that, he could deal with, at least. He’d dealt with similar things before, and it was better that than thinking that the two of them moonlighted as masked vigilantes.

Dick headed out of the locker room, skirting another half-naked woman as he exited and made his way to the men’s changing room. He hastily threw on his street clothes and grabbed his bag, slinging it over one shoulder. His head was spinning. He hadn’t needed another thing thrown onto his plate. He’d have to warn Bruce that Helena knew who ‘Nightwing’ was, and hope she didn’t put two and two together herself.

Damnit. And all this for a simple fight maneuver, too. What were the chances? The population of heroes was getting more and more dense in Gotham, but he still wouldn’t expect to run into one in the first place. Made sense, though. Helena worked the front desk- she got first report on every crime that went on in Gotham. It was one of the reasons that Dick worked at the department, too. Easy access to what was going on behind the scenes of the city.

Shaking his head, Dick headed outside. It was getting to be dark now, the streetlights flickering on. The nights plans were going to have to be put on hold until he got the chance to talk with Helena.

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The women’s locker room was unusually quiet for a brief moment. Normally when there was more than one person in there, casual chatter was not only common, it was an essential part of the place. So naturally this moment where everything was quiet and all eyes fixed on the two unwillingly knowledgeable vigilantes, the room seemed very far-off and unfamiliar. Helena was looking at the detective and wondered why this came as such a shock. Of course she couldn’t have anticipated that he was the night time figure known as Nightwing, but the fact was that she didn’t know him very well at all so why did it seem so strange.<br><br>
When he suggested a less populated place to discuss this, Helena was not sure how to respond. Yes of course she wouldn’t like all the other cops eavesdropping as they currently were, but the reason why she had indeed ran off after learning his other identity was because she really didn’t want to deal with all this. So far only one knew her identity at night, one more wasn’t a good thing. Especially not when Nightwing and his friend Batman usually had a problem with her methods.<br><br>
Actually this line of thought brought a lot of names to Helena’s mind. Suddenly everyone Detective Grayson had ever been in contact with at the station or in rumor alone was a potential vigilante. Not the least Bruce Wayne who had been taking Grayson under his wing. That had even been in the news once. But Bruce Wayne was a playboy, a rich guy who had no business with the troubles of the city right?<br><br>
Still she nodded, even if a bit insecurely, when the detective had finished his request. The other officers remained silent until the detective had left. Then the questions started coming. Of course most comments and questions were about the detective’s abilities in the bedroom, but some were more concerned about what had happened between the two. Helena hesitated a moment but then decided that the thought that she had something going on with a superior officer would be a lot easier to handle than being questioned about her ruthless killings at night.<br><br>
“<b>Please… Just… Please let me be</b>” Helena said to the other girls in the locker room as she started to get changed. Soon after gossip started again around her so she wasted no time getting some civilian clothes on. Then she headed out for the front of the station only to find the detective there already, waiting for her. “<b>Okay Richard</b>” She said in a clear voice. “<b>Now what?</b>”
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Dick looked up as Helena arrived, and tucked his hands into his pockets. Now what, she asked. Now what was right. The gears in Dick's head were still turning. He couldn't use what he had as blackmail, as she could do the same to him- and it simply wasn't his style. How long had he, and Batman, known the identity of Selina Kyle? And yet still, she ran her nightly activities while remaining unmolested in her daytime identity.

Still, Selina didn't make a habit out of killing her enemies. The Huntress... Helena, did. Looking at her now, though, without a mask on; he didn't see any sort of killer.

"As far as I know, your name is Helena Bertinelli. Anything else is speculation," he said, meeting her eyes. He, as Nightwing, routinely worked with the police- pointing them in the right direction, or leaving criminals tied up in places for them to find. But that was working with those unmasked. For a long time, it had seemed that those who were masked policed themselves. He wouldn't turn her in, even if he had any proof.

"I hear this 'Huntress' character does good work out there," he said, looking at her. He was going to have to find out more about her in both personas. He knew of her history with the mafia, and was beginning to realize that the violent history of the Bertinellis was what motivated her as the Huntress. It really made more sense than the demure police secretary he had known her as before. "Might not always agree with her methods," he went on, "But last I heard she was on the side of the good guys. The city's got more clouds over it than it normally does. I figure it can use as many soldiers as it can get."

"That being said, I'm sure that Nightwing will still try and stop her if he found out that she was planning on killing again." Would he have to keep her on a high radar now? If she managed to kill someone, he'd feel responsible. It wasn't that Dick was pretending that things were the same. They weren't; but he was accustomed to hiding secrets, and living multiple lives. This would just be another sublayer to it.

"So what about you?" He asked, still looking into her face to try and judge if they were on the same page or not.

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When Helena stepped outside and found the detective already there, waiting for her, she felt an urge to turn the other way and simply leave. But that plan was no good. First of all, he had already seen her and even if she did manage to escape, he would probably just pay her a little visit at the front desk the very next day. No, it was probably better to face it all now. And when Richard opened his mouth it was clear that he was trying to be a bit diplomatic. Helena didn’t move, she just looked at the man with a serious look on her face.<br><br>
To say that she was surprised when the detective or nightwing as he was also known started by telling her that he thought she did good work. At least to some extent. He didn’t sound fully convinced and it might have been the start of a long question. Helena broke eye contact with Richard when he said that he didn’t always agree with her methods. It was something that she didn’t understand but she didn’t air those thoughts yet.<br><br>
But when the detective so directly finished by saying that he no doubt would try to stop her if she were going to kill people again Helena looked back at him. “<b>So far you’ve tried twice and failed both times</b>” She said with a fake smile. Helena was hoping that a joke might get that burning feeling away from her heart. For some reason she rarely spoke to anyone about her family and when she did she always got very sad. But if any person in the world was supposed to understand her motivations to do what she did, it would have to be Richard Grayson who himself had seen his family killed.<br><br>
“<b>Out of all people…</b>” Helena started but could feel that her voice was on the verge of breaking. “<b>Damn it! I would have imagined you understood the hate I feel towards those who killed my family</b>” Helena turned around and took a few steps away from the detective while gathering her thoughts. She certainly didn’t need to be all emotional right now. When she finally turned around again she had gotten her voice under control. “<b>But yeah… I consider what I do a good thing… I just don’t work like you and Bruce Wayne</b>” Of course Helena wasn’t sure about Bruce Wayne being Batman, she would never have imagined it until she now learned about Nightwing’s identity. But the only reason why she mentioned the name was to see how Richard reacted to the name.<br><br>
When asked: <i>what about you</i> Helena looked down for a moment. She thought for a moment and finally decided to let down her guard and speak more like she would have if both of them had still been oblivious to each other’s night time identities. “<b>I am going continue ridding the city of the Mob… And you are welcome to join me if you want… But I doubt you will…</b>” She said and paused for a moment before a hint of a smile appeared on her face. “<b>And if I come to work tomorrow and hear rumors spreading that I am sleeping with a superior officer, because you burst into the women’s locker room after me… I’ll probably have to kick your ass</b>”
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Dick regarded Helena carefully, unwilling to give away anything more than he already had. This whole mess was his fault… he'd been far too careless lately. When she mentioned his own past, Dick narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew that people were plenty aware of it in Gotham; at least, those long-standing residents. Still, he managed to slip under the radar a lot of the times. He shouldn't have been surprised that she would know of his past, however, just as he knew of hers. Detectives at heart.

"Bruce?" Dick asked, before waving his hand slightly as if to be rid of the mention altogether. Bruce had plenty of people suspect who he was in the past, only to have the option ruled out with one trick or another. He could point her to one of these events if she pressed the issue, but he certainly wasn't going to be the one to declare Batman's identity to a murderous vigilante.

"And me, out of all people? I do understand your hate for them, Helena," he went on, as if this was the more important matter that she had just brought up. He stepped closer to her, speaking in a low voice. "Don't ever think I didn't hate the man responsible. The Mafia behind him," he said. "I wanted to kill him." His brows creased hard as he looked at her. This wasn't something he discussed much, even with those close to him; so as far as he was concerned, this thread of their conversation was over, and he stepped back slightly. "But I can't step over that line. He can enjoy his stay rotting in prison instead."

He glanced away as she spoke again, not surprised by what she went on to say. It caused a smirk to tug at the corners of his lips, further chasing away the discussion they had just had.

"I wouldn't expect anything else," he said, after a moment. "And I'll just have to keep trying to stop you." Though in all honesty, he realized he wouldn't be able to do much- just as he hadn't in the past. There was so much more going on in Gotham now that the mob seemed like old news. He would have liked to go back to his problems dealing with them. They were better than wolves and demons, though in all likelihood both parties were already in bed with each other. He reached up and scratched his jaw with this thumb as this thought crossed him. His thought process paused as she continued, and he chortled at her comment about the rumors.

"You've already done that, Officer," he said, winking. He crossed his arms over his chest a moment afterward, as he fell back into his previous line of thoughts.

"You focus on the mob day and night," he said. "Have you noticed anything… odd?" He asked. He wouldn't be surprised if they knew and endorsed what was going on. It could be a potential lead.

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There was a moment where the two vigilantes just observed each other. Helena had aired the idea of Bruce Wayne to be Batman, but when Richard broke the silence, it was in denial. Helena remained silent a moment longer while she was looking into the detective’s eyes. Had she been wrong in her assumption? Didn’t it make more sense that a guy like Mr. Wayne would be the most famous of all the night time heroes? Helena was unsure but she didn’t dismiss the thought yet, especially because Richard could be trying to sow doubt in her. “<b>Oh come on Richard!</b>” She said and looked directly into his eyes on broken by a short flicker of her eyes caused by her faint doubt. “<b>Don’t act like you didn’t expect me to name just him…</b>”<br><br>
Helena took a step closer to the detective. It wasn’t exactly an intimidating pose when thinking about the fact that Richard was quite a bit taller than her. “<b>But don’t worry… Your secret is safe with me</b>” She said and turned away when the family issue came up. Helena had really expected Richard to understand her reasons. He had been through the same. Why didn’t he understand why Helena had expected him to understand her reasons? “<b>Yes you of all people…</b>” Now Helena’s voice broke and her breath trembled for a moment before she got her voice under control again. “<b>Because you have experienced the same loss that I have…</b>” Okay so he added that he understood the hatred she felt, but a part of Helena didn’t believe him. Even as he continued about how he too had considered killing the guy who killed his family, Helena was unsure if she could really trust those words. Only when he added that he just couldn’t go over that line where he would kill someone, Helena felt a tremendous blow to her as a person. “<b>And of course that is what makes you a better person than me right?</b>” she said in a bitter voice that was trembling. “<b>But I can’t just be happy with jail time for these people!</b>” She added in a suddenly quite clear voice.

“<b>And if you want to stop me then you’ll have to arrest me!</b>” She said and held out her hand in front of him as if she was waiting for him to handcuff her and drag her back into the station. However she lowered her hands again when Richard agreed that even if her methods weren’t the most desirable, he still thought what she did was for the good guys. She was unsure how to continue and then, when Richard responded jokingly to her comment that she would hurt him if there were any rumors the next day about the two, Helena couldn’t avoid smiling a bit.“<b>Trust me Richard…</b>” She said casually. “<b>If I have to hear jokes or rumors about you and me, now that I know who you really are… I won’t be so kind next time I take you down…</b>” She said and gave him a wink before adding. “<b>I mean… I defeated you with the same move… Twice!</b>”<br><br>
Helena was a bit surprised when Richard suddenly started asking questions about the mob. Had she seen anything odd? Helena looked around and decided that they were too close to the main entrance to the station. With a gentle grip in Richard’s arm she guided him into the alley next to the station building. “<b>I have… I mean… I’m not sure</b>” She said and looked down for a moment. ”<b>You asked me a while back if I had heard any rumors about dog attacks…</b>” Helena turned around and shook her head for a moment. “<b>Well… I have seen something, but obviously I couldn’t tell you before… I mean… How could Officer Bertinelli of the Front Desk explain to Detective Grayson that she had been observing the mob at night?</b>” Helena paused for a moment and turned back to face the detective. “<b>Please don’t think I’m crazy, Richard…</b>” She said quietly before revealing what she had seen. “<b>But I was looking at the warehouses down at the docks where the mob usually stashes their goods… I swear to you a dog the size of… I don’t know… Almost like a man was sniffing around there… It’s crazy I know…</b>”
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"What are you talking about?" Richard aired in mock exasperation as she tried to pin Bruce on him, but again he threw it off as if there were much more important matters at hand. He sighed as she continued, reaching up to rub the back of his head.

"Stop it, Helena. I'm not going to arrest you," he said, putting his hand up as she raised her wrists. If he had wanted to do that, he probably would have done it already. It would have gotten him precisely nowhere fast... and if the truth be told, Dick didn't even want Helena off the streets. Times like this, they needed every hand they could get. Even if those hands were a little more heavy than was so inclined.

He shook his head, letting out a gruff chuckle as she mocked him. He dropped his hand from his head, putting it instead into the pocket of his jacket. "Yeah, well. I can assure you, that won't be happening again," he said.

As Helena guided him towards the alley, he frowned for a moment, before looking at her as she spoke. As she spoke of seeing what she thought was a large dog, Dick was nearly floored. That hadn't been quite what he meant- he'd been asking about demons. But it made sense and went along with the intel that Selina had given him about werewolves amongst the mob. He'd hoped to get away from the furry beasts and take on the creatures from hell instead; but he supposed that he was almost responsible for the night-wolves now. Try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to openly talk and meet another person in his situation. But he'd have to get over that, soon.

"You're not crazy," he said, looking at Helena. "I've seen them too. That's why I was asking you about the attacks to begin with," he said, and reached up to scratch his jaw as he looked at her. He could abstain the information he knew about them from her. But that would be unfair. The more people who knew what was going on, the less people would get involved with the creatures, and the less they would be injured. That had been his best mistake. When he had been bitten, he hadn't known that the creature he got in a scuffle with was a werewolf. He'd thought it a large dog, perhaps rabid, but most likely just the result of a dog fighting ring.

And oh, how he had been wrong.

"Dogs the size of tigers, almost," he said, looking at her. "With eyes like a human's." He returned his hands to his pockets, looking at her squarely. "They're lycanthropes," he said, without a hint of humor in his face. "Or as pop-culture has come to name them, Werewolves. And they're as real as you and I."

Now, telling her he was one? That was another story. There was a reason he wore long-sleeved work out gear these days; to hide the rather hideous bite scar that marred his forearm and the long gashes down his back. He could easily say that they were caused by any large dog, but Dick preferred to sidestep the issue altogether.


(sorry for the wait! D; )

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Okay so perhaps Helena was simply shooting in the dark when it came to the assumption about Bruce Wayne, but since he was the most logic choice, Helena couldn’t think of any other name to throw at Richard so she gave up trying to make him reveal Batman’s identity. It was probably for the best too. Of course Richard wouldn’t have been able to work with Batman if he couldn’t keep secrets. A guy like batman probably needed not only people who could keep a secret but would go to great lengths to argue about why he really wasn’t the person people thought he was.<br><br>
Even if Helena in a moment of seriousness had held out her hands for Richard to arrest her, she was quite happy that he didn’t. Her vengeance would be hard to organize from prison. She lowered her hands and flashed a quick smile as Richard assured her that he wasn’t going to fall for the same move a third time. Helena shook her head with an amused look on her face. “<b>You know, Richard…</b>” She said as she looked up at the detective also known as nightwing. “<b>I think you just have to accept that I am a much better fighter than you are</b>” she added teasingly with a wink before the subject changed into something very different.<br><br>
He too had seen these big dogs and his description matched very well what she had seen. Helena simply nodded as he described their look and then looked around in the alley to make sure there were no one there. For both their sake and their secret identities of course. But as the detective continued, Helena looked back at him with a quite surprised look on her face. Was he joking or what? Werewolves? “<b>Come on Richard… It’s strange I’ll give you that… But werewolves?</b>” She said in a not yet convinced tone. “<b>Perhaps you should start using bullets like I do… That should take these dog down I’m sure</b>”
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"They're still people, Helena," Dick said, frowning. "They don't know what they're doing." Well, not all of them anyway. He was sure that some willingly let themselves roam the cities free. Others, however, as it had been with him the first time- had no idea what they were doing at night. They had no idea who they hurt, who they put in danger.. who they may or may not have killed. Dick realized that he'd have to try harder to reach out to this budding community. While there were some who willingly accepted what they were and put it to disgusting use- there had to be plenty like him. Those who rebelled.

"It's like a disease," he said. Was it curable? Dick didn't know. He planned on finding one, even if it was incurable. Should he tell Helena that silver did have an effect on the creatures, or would she use the information to kill rather than protect? "All I know so far is that many of the so-called legends about them are true," he said, cautiously. The more people who knew how to defend themselves, the less this would spread, right? "Don't get into hand-to-hand with them. Don't get bitten," he said, before pausing.

"There's been a lot of strange things going on in the city. Werewolves are only one of them. If you hear any strange cases coming in through the front desk, I'd appreciate a head's up," he said. He still didn't know what Helena would do with the information she had now. He hoped that they could continue to work together in their civilian forms, even if they tangoed at night occasionally. She was a good asset. He was quickly getting too busy to chase and investigate every strange thing that crossed his path. It was oddly reassuring to know that there was someone else working in the GCPD that was in a similar situation, even if it was in a different light. He gave her a somewhat tired smile, shaking his head.

"I still can't believe I let myself fall into this," he said.

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Helena didn’t really know what to think when Richard started calling these large dogs for people. She simply shook her head in disbelief as she was far from convinced that creatures of tales and nightmares should be roaming the streets of Gotham. Yes sure Gotham was a pretty fucked up city and some of the bad guys living here could have been taken straight from a bad movie or a book of clichés. But still, Werewolves were too far-fetched. “<b>Come on Richard!</b>” She said as he continued on with his description of these so called werewolves. “<b>You’re talking about myths and legends… Stories that kids tell each other while camping in a dark forest…</b>”<br><br>
When the good detective even added a little warning that Helena should avoid fighting these things and be careful, Helena couldn’t hide a quick but slightly amused laugh. “<b>Right…</b>” She said still with an amused smile on her face. “<b>And I’ll make sure always to wear a scarf too… you know… to avoid tempting vampires</b>” Helena sent Richard a joking wink as she wondered why he was so interested in convincing her of the existence of werewolves.<br><br>
Then came the words that she had heard Richard say before. He wanted to know if any strange reports came in through the front desk. Helena hadn’t completely wiped the smile off her face and that even made her in a slightly playful mood. “<b>Is that an order, Detective?</b>” She said and didn’t wait to finish her question: “<b>Or is that Nightwing requesting help from that uncontrollable Huntress?</b>” But still she nodded at the request. Of course she would help Richard if she could.<br><br>
When Richard then quietly added that he still couldn’t believe that he had let himself fall into this situation, Helena could only think of the fact that he meant his secret identity being blown. Helena’s face became more serious and she nodded. “<b>I know… Truth be told I am not sure I know how to feel about it either…</b>” She started slowly. “<b>I mean… On one hand I am actually a bit scared that you know so much about me now… But on the other hand there are worse people in Gotham who could have learned my secret identity… Take that as a compliment…</b>” she said adding a smile to the last bit.
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Dick shook his head as Helena mocked him, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants. "Laugh all you want. Just take heed next time you're in a dark alley next to a snarling 'dog'," He said, looking at her. He couldn't expect her to believe him, though he hoped that she might store the information away for a time when she might need it. They didn't have much to trust in each other, though he hoped that his reputation might help a little with that. He had a long history of being a trustworthy vigilante, not prone to spouting lies- even if this time they did sound more like a joke.

"Maybe it's a bit of both," he added, as she mentioned his request, though it wasn't really much of an order at all. But if they could at least remain friendly with each other, things might work out better in the favor of both of them. He smiled slightly as she went on.

"I could say the same thing," he said. So many worse people could have found out about it, though neither of them were really out of the woods. There were plenty of people who would probably pay for his identify- though for some reason, he didn't think that Helena would go so far as to do that. She had killer instincts, but her heart was at least on the right side.

"I want you to know that it's safe with me," Dick said. It was starting to get dark out now, and a street lamp flickered on at the edge of the alley they stood in. It was time to go to work. "And remember, Helena, no playing with the stray dogs," he said, raising a brow as he stepped away. "See you tomorrow?"

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As Richard continued once more to scare her with the tales of werewolves, Helena smiled and was moments from shaking her head at the detective who had obviously lost his mind. But the look on his face made her look a bit more serious and actually nod slightly at his request for her to take care. “<b>Alright Richard…</b>” She said quietly. “<b>I’ll be careful</b>”<br><br>
She had found it a bit amusing when Richard had requested her to tell him if anything odd came through the front deck and it seemed that they would actually be working together quite well despite of their different methods. “<b>I’ll keep you updated</b>” She said and was actually quite happy that they could now discuss things as Huntress and Nightwing but using the guise of Officer Bertinelli giving some reports to a detective. It was quite a good place to work together really.<br><br>
As Richard started to back away, Helena followed him to the main street. Even if she actually did believe him, she was certain that while he wouldn’t tell a soul who she really was, that Batman probably didn’t count as a soul in that matter. But she wasn’t going to comment on that. It was only logical. She had turned to walk towards her home when Richard gave another warning about those stray dogs. She turned and walked backwards for a moment while responding. “<b>My issues are with the mafia, Richard… I’ll leave the dogs to you if that makes you feel any better</b>” She said with a smile before turning back to walk off. “And sure, see you tomorrow, Richard”
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PB: ODETTE YUSTMAN . PLAYER: MASCHA . TIMEZONE: GTM+1 . BEE AT CAUTION .
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