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Oh and btw Y/P/W means 'your preferred weapon'
Imagine: Helena helping you. You cried out a little as you were thrown off the back of Roman Sionis aka Black Mask's car while trying to break inside. You skidded across the gravel road, the rough ground ripping the material of your suit on your thigh and leg. Some lone shards of glass left long red cuts on your exposed skin but that wasn't going to stop you. You were about to push yourself off the floor but before you could a motorbike pulled up before you. You pulled out Y/P/W about to defend yourself when the biker pulled up their visor. "Helena?"You asked, almost not believing your eyes. She smiled a little."Happy to see me, gorgeous?" You furrowed your brows."Bruce, didn't tell me-" "Bruce, doesn't know. Dick thought you guys might need a little help and called me last night."Helena began throwing a rope to you."Now hold on, Sionis isn't getting away that easily."
