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gifted (2017) dir. marc webb

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i think helena is a lot like selina in how risky, reckless, and fierce she is (bruce particularly notes that she’s merciless) but she’s very intense and quiet and focused, like her dad. she’s also totally unaware of how attractive she is, and has 0 clue on how to weaponize it like her mom has (despite selina’s best efforts. (bruce is very relieved.))  

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hello , squirt .

    “ ‘sup, old man. ” 

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“ you lied to me. ”

       “ a  lie  of  omission  ain’t  a  lie.  not … fully. ”   brushing  off  his  time  dead  as  ‘ going  traveling ’  was  somehow  both  a  euphemism  and  truth.   he’d  been  careful  any  time  she  was  within  earshot.  making  jokes  about  death  but  none  with a  connection  to  him.   signaling  whenever  someone  got  a  little  too  close  to  saying  it.  and  he’d  gotten  caught.   ( at  least  she’s  a  better  detective  than  her  dad. )   

        he  leaned  on  the  wall ,  fidgeting  with  the  stray  batarang  in  his  hands.  “ ‘lena ,  i  love  you  but  some  shit  ain’t  your  business. ”    even  some  subjects  for  him  were  touchy.  “ you  didn’t  need  to  know  any  of  that  when  you  were  younger.  all  you  needed  to  know  was  that  i’m  your  brother.  my  –  catherine  and  willis  and  sheila  and  me  dying ,  you  didn’t  have  a  RIGHT  to  go  digging  in  archives  for  me.  not  when  you  could’ve  asked. ”

            ACCEPTING.

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your mom is weird. like /weird/ weird

i think she’s being held hostage :o(

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this whole roman hacking selina is helena’s villain origin story

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Let the jury know I have relinquished control

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"I know you're there." Harvey the sentence he'd been working on to his latest proposal before looking up. "Gilda likes to keep the window cracked. Must have looked like an open invitation to you, hm?" He chuckled at Helena's incredulous expression. Harvey could tell she was a sore loser — just like her parents. "Your mistake was closing it after you came in: no breeze, no city smell. Your father spent the better half of his career trying to sneak up on me, so you've got some catching up to do."

THE KEEN LOOK IN HER EYE that accompanied her mischievous smile drops almost instantly at his acknowledgement. what?! she had even worn her silent shoes! helena sighs, though it sounds more of a huff, and drops her shoulders in a way alfred would disapprove of. crossing her arms in tween-age indignation, she tries to give him a look and a stance that says she doesn’t really care. 

it only lasts for so long, and after a moment, she drops it. helena becomes interested in the pictures and knick-knacks that lie around his office, items denoting a sense of an entire life lived, with markers of an interruption noticeable only if you paid attention. she traces the frame that holds a wedding picture, and shrugs one shoulder, her tone akin to nonchalance. “ i wanted you to know i was there. ” no, she didn’t, but she is as stubborn as her parents are. “ you’re old, uncle harv. i wouldn’t wanna give you a heart attack or something. if i snuck up on you, you’d die. ” dad often told her she was too brusque for her own good, but mom always gave her the thumbs up, saying that dad shouldn’t be one to talk anyway. “ give me some more credit, old man. ” // @adentincrime​

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i need to get my act together on this blog 

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you cant keep cat calling me every time you see me

blame it on my mom

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someone: be careful helena: lmao chill i’m robin someone: helena: bruce: selina: all the robins ever: helena: what everybody: robins die.

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“ i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” :)

MISC. STARTERS

              “  Helena…  ”  It  had  always  been  a  point  of  his  to  keep  growing,  work  harder,  &&  not  make  the  same  mistakes.  Yes,  he  was  harsh,  but  the  field  was  much  harsher.  It  took  lives  within  seconds  &&  was  unrelenting  in  allowing  any  time  to  heal.  Batman  had  to  face  down  all  that  darkness  &&  push  through  it,  LIVE  in  it.  He’s  forgetting  that  she’s  not  him,  she’s  not  there  yet.  Robin  has  much  room  to  grow.  “  No,  You’re  not  good  enough.  ”  Bruce  comments  as  he  walks  towards  her.  “  You’re  much  better  than  that.  You  always  will  be.  You’re  improving  every  day  &&  the  lives  you  save  aren’t  going  unnoticed.  I  only  want  to  make  sure  you  live  each  day  to  continue  being  the  best  you  can  be.  Perhaps  I’m  not  being  fair,  though.  ”  He  sighs,  looking  away.  His  gaze  lands  on  the  display  case.  “  I’m  sorry.  ”

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HEADCANON 006: // Because Helena was homeschooled, she didn’t have a lot of contact with other kids around her age. Sure, she knew some of the younger kids from other League members, but they all lived far away and it was only on rare, social occasions that they would all hang out. Her closest friends were then her brothers and sisters, and even then, the youngest one was 13 years older than her. She felt like she had to be on par socially with them, hence her overly-mature level of conversation, and she never really felt like a ‘kid’ to begin with. 

Selina found it important to give her daughter moments of fun and youth, but Helena found herself being socially inexperienced and clinging onto any and every adult who would just listen to her talk.  (And she loves to talk.) Kids her age didn’t have a lot in common with her, anyhow, and they often balked at having to interact with her. This is why most of her friends tend to be years older than her, and why she feels uncomfortable around younger people. 

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“Tia,” she calls out, her voice edging at a tremble. All of her childhood had been marked by competitions of bravery and courage, but the young Wayne found her hands stuck to the wall behind her, her breath held, almost as if trying to become a part of the wall itself. Her blue eyes are wide and glossy, her lip caught between baby teeth. She regards the woman before her with fear in her eyes and in her throat, and tries to think of ways to escape. “You’re scaring me.”

adolescence    is    such    a    delicate    thing,    shaping    the    foundation    of    life    itself    memory    by    memory.    sometimes,    those    flashes    of    the    past    can    be    light    as    a    feather    with    the    pleasantries    of    nostalgic    joy,    or    as    heavy    as    weights    wrapped    around    a    writhing    ankle    underwater.    every    path    is    a    gamble,    no    matter    how    safely    a    hand    is    played,    there’s    always    a    chance    that    things    can    (    and    will    )    go    wrong.    

she    should’ve    locked    the    door,    placed    headphones    over    ears    much    too    young    to    hear    the    exchange    shouted    between    unwelcome    intruder    and    poison    ivy’s    wrathful    stare.    the    only    resentment    she    feels    is    what    a    child    has    just    witnessed,    eternally    seared    into    a    mind    that’s    still    wrapping    itself    around    much    simpler    concepts.    

❝    helena…     ❞    jaws    clench    in    an    attempt    to    swallow    the    familiar    knot    lodging    itself    in    ivy’s    throat    like    a    long    lost    friend.    its    not    been    felt    in    decades,    not    since    she    was    a    child    with    that    same    fearful    look,    shivering    underneath    the    bed    in    hopes    heavy    stomps    across    wooden    floorboards    will    eventually    fade    by    dawn.    

❝    look    away.    ❞

teary    emeralds    travel    from    the    floor    to    a    hand    half    her    size,    taking    it    in    an    instant    before    kneeling    down    in    order    to    meet    helena’s    gaze.    sorry    isn’t    enough,    nothing    will    ever    erase    this    moment    now    permanently    etched    in    time.            ❝    …    i    promised    your    mother    i’d    protect    you,    even    if    it    meant    i    had    to    do    a    scary    thing.    ❞    fingers    trace    tiny    shoulders    when    a    quivering    smile    makes    its    way    onto    full    lips.    she’s    just    as    fearful    -    though    not    for    the    same    reasons.    there’s    a    certain    cat    who’s    bound    to    sink    her    claws    in    soon    enough.        ❝    …    but    that    doesn’t    make    me    a    scary    person,    especially    not    with    you    -    do    you    understand    ??    ❞    ‘i tried.’

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love u kitten <3 mwah xoxo

love you too mom <3 :o)