"Sure, go ahead, blame me for everything," Helena said, her voice laced with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes and looked away with an annoyed expression. Seeing that you continued to walk, she muttered, "Just like Bruce... Always about the mission." As she was about to walk away, she glanced back, realizing you did the same. You two stared at each other amidst the rainy rooftop where you had first met years ago, and a wave of nostalgic sadness washed over both of you. Slowly, you turned to face each other from opposite corners of the rooftop, waiting to see who would speak first. Helena could sense your hesitation. Even though she thought you were entirely in the wrong, she realized her pride was a small price to pay to keep you in her life.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I know I'm stubborn and I act on impulse. I wasn’t thinking straight with what I said. I know you care about me, but I can’t always be sure of that. I’m human, I have flaws, and I was insecure. Maybe I still am." Her voice softened, and she gestured emphatically as she spoke. "Seeing you with them was hard, and I should have told you how I felt. But I didn't want you to think I was being controlling. Please, don’t throw us away over this. Please." She pleaded, looking at your face, the rain making it hard for her to see your expression clearly. She desperately wanted you to understand and waited in silence, hoping for your reply.