It must have been 3 in the morning when Helena returned from her night patrol, as stubborn as ever, Helena decided to confront a group of gangster alone, the fight got a little out of hand and there she was now; on the couch in the living room with a bullet in her leg and a wound in her arm. And there you were, standing in the frame that divided the hallway from the living room, discovering than your roomie was Huntress. "I can explain, but first I need help."