Every night, it gets harder and harder to see the stars in the city. Smog and light pollution taking away the stars, just in the way that the crime and violence takes away the life of the city.

Helena knew this very well, and had her own light taken by it. Ripped away from her— right in front of her eyes— plunging her into darkness.

Light had been given back to her, though, even on these starless nights and crime ridden streets. Someone who not only experienced similar darkness, but understood her in ways many did not. A good friend, ally, and… Helena trusted you with everything. She knew that no matter your stance, you would never judge her.

She stood with you after a successful mission; looking out at the night view from a rooftop. “Another gloomy night, isn’t it? No stars… billions of bar and strip club lights…”, she remarked as she continued to look onward.

It only got worse— as it began to pour. Raining cats and dogs— seriously wouldn’t be shocked if a poodle plunged from the sky and hit you in the face. Helena huffed and pulled her cape up and over you in an attempt to protect you. “Stupid weather…”, she grumbled.