Helena's days were hard and slow after the death of her parents. She went on patrols relentlessly and didnt really speak to anyone at all. Alfred told her that she was obviously coping and isolating herself, but she ignored him.

She stared at the batcomputer wating for any GCPD alert, but nothing came. She stared at the screen almost begging for one, for a reason to go out, a reason to vent her suppressed emotions. Her eyes welled up as for once gotham was safe when she needed to cope.