Helena Bertinelli (
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milliways_bar2013-10-17 10:34 pm
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There is a lady in the rafters, dressed all in black and purple, a mask covering part of her face. She's using the rafters as balance beams, practising a range of acrobatics that, if she should slip, would leave her with some serious injuries. But this is the Huntress. She won't slip. The rafters of a bar are nothing so dangerous as the windy rooftops of Gotham City.
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"Hello," she says coldly once she is no longer contorted perilously above the bar.
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"How are you?"
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"I'm good."
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"And Renee?"
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Does he know they moved in together? Did Renee tell him? What does it matter. It's none of his damn business.
Damn, it's difficult when your girlfriend's best friend is your ex.
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"Or do I get to apologize, at least?"
No reason to beat around the bush. He's blunt. She's blunt.
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She crosses her arms over her chest.
"Go ahead. It couldn't make it worse."
Probably.
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"I am sorry. For being a total asshat. For making an incredibly insensitive and crass joke. For treating your relationship with my closest friend in creation like something funny.
"In short, for being good old Vic Sage." He wonders if being alive again means being that jerk again, too.
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"For Renee's sake," she says coolly, "you're forgiven."
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"Renee will appreciate that, I am sure."