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[killofthenight]

 "Leave a message after the beat."

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encrypted.

[frightening]

[ He decides not to bother with anonymous, but it's almost the same - he has no cuddlr, he has no available interaction on the network; this ID is effective a ghost. ]

I understand a person calling himself the Arkham Knight talked you into giving him a DNA sample.

encrypted.

[killofthenight]

[It puts her on guard immediately that she can't look back for information on the person. She skips the usual charm and playfulness to just get straight to the point.] You understand correctly.

[So what do you want? goes unasked. She intentionally left a paper trail for people to follow with her. She dislikes not being given the same courtesy.]

∞

[frightening]

The condition he's looking for is dead, and no one in Eudio or anywhere else has it. He turned the samples and data over to me and I've destroyed them to prevent further violations of privacy; about a half-dozen scientists were involved in his desperation to justify himself. I'll be making it clear to them that it's a non-issue and any records should be disposed of.

I apologize for any worry he may have caused.

[killofthenight]

I appreciate what you're doing here, but if this was a non-issue why was he tracking down and stopping people in the first place? In armor no less.

[frightening]

He's not well.

[frightening]

[ Attached image: Bruce and Selina, obviously a fair few years before whatever counts as 'recent' for the one here in Eudio. It's a goofy-ass selfie obviously engineered by Selina, who's grinning (catlike, hah) and holding Bruce's chin, trying to get him to smile. If one squints, or just happens to know Bruce Wayne's stoic body language well, he could maybe be doing so. ]

I know it isn't the same, and that I may well be overstepping by sending it to you. But I thought she must look like your mother, if you mistook me for your father.

[ And that maybe she'd like it. He doesn't know what she has of her world, or when she'll be able to see it again, if that is indeed her Eudio incentive. ]

1/3

[killofthenight]

[It takes some time for a reply because it is so close to what she remembers. This could easily be her mother and father before she was born save for the length of this Selina's hair. Her mother always prided herself on getting her father to pose with her for personal photos. Her favorite, a wedding photo taken in a studio, hung up in the cave until the very end. Helena always thought it was obnoxious until the day she realized she'd never see one of them again; physical proof of a loving, happy relationship was gone forever.

(One of the many reasons she cried so often the first year.)]

You're not overstepping. I don't have any pictures of my family which I'm sure comes as no surprise to you.

[Why else send this?]

2/3

[killofthenight]

Mom's hair was a little longer. She'd fan it out to make it look more cat-like. She was subtle like that.

3/3

[killofthenight]

It isn't the same, but it's close. Thanks.

[frightening]

[ Selina had long hair when I met her, he considers typing. She said she cut it so she could wear safer headgear, but I think she figured out it was one of the things that let me uncover her civilian identity and she was annoyed at herself. She didn't know who Batman was, then.

She looked beautiful either way.

But why rub salt on her wounds (or on his). ]

You're welcome.

[killofthenight]

Want to catch lunch sometime this week? I want to get your thoughts on something while also having an excuse to get takeout.

[power_ful]

I had a brilliant idea.

[killofthenight]

[Those sound like famous last words. Helena tries not to get nervous.] I'll bite. What is it?

[power_ful]

How's the dating thing going?

[killofthenight]

Poorly. It's definitely me.

text | 7/20, evening

[prosecutorial]

I don't even know if the Wolf Den is open right now, but you wouldn't happen to be in the mood for punching something, would you?

[It's an odd request, but she's feeling angry again, and she needs a controlled place to expend it.]

[killofthenight]

I'm always in the mood to punch something. Doors aren't really an issue for me either. I can get us in and out without anyone being wiser to it.

[The why can always come later. Helena is always low key concerned. It's a side effect of everything, but she thinks this time it isn't just her.]

[prosecutorial]

Does breaking and entering count against us when it comes to getting our incentive?

[She's not discouraging her, she's just curious.]

[killofthenight]

I have no idea, but I bet we can smooth things over with whoever owns the place if we get caught. Frankly that's a big if.

text

[worthmorethana]

Helena,

All too soon, I will be exiting this place and it felt wrong not to contact you and to see if you should like to see one another one last time. If you have the time to do lunch today or tomorrow, I would be happy to host.

Hoping to see you, my dear,

Alfred Pennyworth

[killofthenight]

Thanks for contacting me. We can go out for lunch this afternoon. I'd never dream of letting you leave without some goodbye.

Just let me know the place and time and I'll be there.

P.S. This has got to be the cutest text I've ever gotten. ♥ I hope you don't mind me embarrassing you one last time by telling everyone my grandpa texts letters to people.

[frightening]

How are you?

[killofthenight]

Pretty good actually. How are things going on your end?

[frightening]

Quiet.

I'm leaving.

[killofthenight]

[It takes a minute for her to push past the stabbing pain in her chest to text back. She remembers he's supposed to die. She really, really doesn't want that. He's a great guy. He's-]

Okay. What's going to happen to you?