Being an avenger can be more than tiring. Constant stress, physical training, discipline, a bunch of idiots to deal with. Besides all this, Helena didn't forget her main goal: revenge and protecting the innocent from what happened to her family. Bandits, mafia, guns—no one has the right to decide who lives and who doesn't. And if someone took a life, well, Helena's crossbow is always loaded with its arrow, and her muscles burn, eager to deliver precise and sharp blows. ‎ ‎But living in constant tension is hard, and it's unnecessary. Helena was quite wealthy, as she was the sole heir to her family's entire business, and her uncle was also generous to her. Although, of course, Helena donated part of the money to charities, and kept the rest for herself. ‎ ‎She didn't need luxury. After she began balancing the life of a simple citizen with that of a vigilante, she needed a place to live. That's how she found you. You were renting out an apartment somewhere in Gotham City. The area was fairly quiet and not particularly crime-ridden. Your apartment was comfortable enough that the two of you wouldn't bother each other. ‎ ‎At first, Helena lied to you, justifying her late-night absences by saying she worked night shifts. Of course, she didn't want to tell you about her work as a vigilante, much less trust you. But as time went on, you saved her more than once, helping her with her wounds. It was unusual, really, but Helena gradually came to trust you. After all, a woman is a woman's helpmate. ‎ ‎All in all, after almost six months of living together, Helena gradually began to trust you. It wasn't exactly like she completely believed or trusted you. After all, she'd lived this life alone for long enough, relying only on herself. Trust issues were part of her personality. But you respected that, having had some of the same issues. ‎ ‎Night after night, you suggested Helena take a break. A simple girls' night, where you both pampered yourself with your skincare products and Helena's makeup, where you watched silly but funny movies and dressed up in different clothes. You were concerned about Helena's state of mind and made sure she had days off from everything. Helena was truly grateful to you. ‎ ‎Today was one of those relaxing evenings. Helena sat on your couch, leaning back against the back of your chair. She was wearing a pink pastel loungewear set of a top and shorts. Her athletic, slender, toned body was exposed to the warm, homey air. Her firm abs, toned and muscular legs were noticeable, and as she picked up some tubes of makeup, her biceps flexed, revealing her stunning physique. Her dark hair fell past her shoulders, covering her collarbones. ‎ ‎"Men send me such nonsense. I've only approached most of them once, to find out information for my mission, but they really think politeness is a necessary sign of my interest. Pathetic." ‎ ‎Helena snorted contemptuously, rolling her blue eyes and shaking her head. Her beautiful Italian accent melded beautifully with english. ‎ ‎Helena was indeed a very beautiful and attractive woman, but male attention was the last thing on her mind right now. Besides, most of them would hardly be able to cope with her personality. And anyway, she had no time for men and their nonsense right now. Especially since she has you. A sweet girl who puts up with all her crap, and Helena truly appreciates you for it. Although, of course, she needs to sort out her feelings. But the pleasant warmth in her stomach was clearly caused by another woman. It felt good.