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Well-Deserved Rest	By : Daybreaker1 Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3278 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Crunch.

The bone snapped as the woman's fist connected with the smuggler's face, breaking his nose and leaving him flat on his back, screaming and clutching his nose in pain.

“You guys didn't really think you could get away with this in Gotham, did you?” asked the Huntress, standing triumphantly above the fallen criminals, a mess of blood and bolts and moans. “Seriously, there's more of us than you can count, and you didn't think one of us would stop this whole smuggling ri-”

Shit.

As it turned out, maybe they had a contingency plan after all. Or maybe they just got lucky. Either way, the vigilante was interrupted by the distinctive clicking noise of a gun behind her, more than likely pointed at her head. She didn't have time to turn around.

Huntress was stuck. No time to turn, to move, to fight. She never imagined her life would end in a simple drug bust. Sure, there were risks in the costumed crime fighter business, and the life expectancy was pretty much “any day now,” but Huntress always thought she'd go down fighting the mafia, or the Joker, or Two-Face.

A million thoughts raced through her head. Could she move to the side? Dip down and hope he misses? Spin and hope the bullet catches her in the arm or shoulder? And, most importantly, how the fuck did she miss one of these low-rent thugs?

At least Batman wasn't here. Even if he saved her, she'd never hear the end of it. If nothing else, death was a preferable option to that.

She heard a swoop behind her, and a quick thud. Huntress wasn't dying tonight, it seemed. Apparently she had a guardian angel.

“You missed one,” said the angel, and her voice was familiar. Soft, but with slight pack-a-day rasp, distinctive among the usual masks around Gotham who all used a put-on gruffness. It was a more natural raspiness that gave Renee Montoya away. Even after she'd given up smoking, it stuck with her.

Her blank face was a welcome sight as the Huntress turned to face her, a crumpled, unconscious body laying in the misty haze covering the ground of the docks. “Been following me?” she asked, “Because I get enough of that from just about everyone in this town.”

“Nah. We were just working the same case, apparently,” Renee answered, walking forward and looking out onto the waters that surrounded the city. It looked so calm and serene. So unlike Gotham. “You just got here first.”

“Not surprising,” the Huntress said, holstering her crossbow. “All part of the Network. Gotta love those far-reaching organizations that you can't just shut down by beating it up once and calling it a day. I always liked those. It was a refreshing change of pace from, say, the mafia.”

“You always hear people on TV talking about the 'good old days' like back then, you could catch one guy and that magically worked.” Renee reached for a cigarette. It was a habit she still had, reaching into her pocket for a pack and a lighter, but she never found anything there anymore. “And let me tell you, as someone who spent most of her adult life as a cop, that's total bullshit.”

Huntress nodded. “Tell me about it. But then, if crime fighting were easy, they wouldn't need us, would they? Shitty world we live in.”

“Yep. And tomorrow, or hell, even tonight, some other Network operation is gonna go down because we spent our time taking this one down.”

“We?” The Huntress asked sarcastically, curling her lip into a smirk. “I seem to recall doing all the work.”

“You just tell yourself that while you stand here without a hole in your head,” Renee said, smiling beneath her mask for a second, but she couldn't keep up the cheer for long. “For all we do, we just put a dent in things. If it's not the Network, then it's the Religion of Crime, or Intergang, or Two-Face, or the Scarecrow, or... Shit. Almost enough to make me rethink the whole quitting drinking thing.”

Huntress put a hand on Renee's shoulder. It was hard to look the woman in the eyes behind her pseudo-skin mask, but she tried. “Listen, Renee, as soon as you start thinking like that, you lose. I'm not exactly the best person for advice or anything, but here's a little anyway – think about how shit things would be if we weren't doing this. Even a dent is something. But it never made me quit drinking.”

“As sad as all that is... You're right.”

“Damn right I'm right.”

“I bet it's because that's something Charlie told you.”

“Oh fuck you,” Huntress laughed.

Renee sighed, looking over the harbor at the last minutes of darkness before the dawn took over. “It's times like this that I wish he was still around. He'd know what to say.”

“He probably would.” Huntress put her arm around Renee, she could see the sadness in the other woman's voice even through the mask. She felt a pain in her side when she pressed against Renee. “Ah, dammit, looks like I didn't make it out completely unscathed afterall.” Her hand moved to her side, spreading open a tear in her costume. She could see blood. A lot of it. “Ow. Ow.” She always hated that kind of injury. The kind you never noticed you had until you looked down and saw them. And then they hurt like hell.

“Let me see it.” Huntress may not have been able to see the concern on Renee's face, but it was there. How could she not be worried about one of her only real friends?

“What? Here?” Huntress asked. “You know I'm not wearing anything under this, right? I can't exactly pull the costume off.”

“I wouldn't mind.”

“Into girls?” A single nod from Renee was all the answer she got. “Well, I guess I can stop wondering why you never got anywhere with Vic, then.”

“Not all of us have to fuck everyone we meet, you know,” Renee answered.

“Clearly you have not been in this line of work very long. Or you haven't met Nightwing yet.”

“Nightwing?” Renee asked, probably more surprised than she should have been, all things considered. “Actually, good job on that one. Met him a couple times when I was still on the force, and he was there the first time I put on this mask, actually. Guess I can't blame you with that one.”

“What about you?” Huntress asked, distracting herself from the pain as it started to swell up. “Any superhero flings, or you still too green behind the ears for hot passionate sex that makes for awkward crime fighting moments?”

“Since I don't have an apartment in Gotham anymore and I have to get you somewhere to get that checked out,” Renee took a deep breath, knowing that what she had planning wasn't going to be pretty, “You're about to meet her.”

“You don't have to take care of-”

“Yes. I do. I lost too many people in my life. Just in the past couple of years even. I know that injury isn't too serious. I know that, but I've been through too much shit to think rationally here, okay?”

Huntress sighed. No point in arguing with help that wouldn't come with a Bat-lecture. “Fine, okay. I get it. You want to see me naked and this is your excuse.”

“Not entirely. That's just a bonus. Now let's go.”

Huntress nodded, and the two began to walk out of the harbor and towards Renee's car - Charlie's old car, souped up Volkswagon - “You seriously drive this? No wonder we took my Lamborghini last time.” Helena made sure to emphasize what kind of car it was, the expensive name of it. “Plan on paying me back for that any time soon?”

“I'm taking you to get fixed up, aren't I, Helena?” Renee answered, quickly, hoping to change the subject. The last time they had worked together, it cost Huntress a very, very nice car, which was very, very expensive. “Anyway, Charlie mostly used it to keep a low profile. It's actually got some top-of-the-line shit under the hood. You'll see.”

Huntress took off her mask and cape, and Renee had released the binary gas that unbinded her mask from her face and changed her hair back to it's natural, almost-black color. “So, who's this crimefighting ex we're going to see that's making you so obviously nervous?” Helena asked as they stepped into the car.

“Batwoman.”

“Hm. Not bad yourself, Renee.”

It wasn't long before they were at Kate Kane's, Batwoman's, apartment. A high-rise in one of the nicer parts of Gotham, if Gotham could be said to have nice parts. An overcoat to cover the Huntress costume that Helena wore and they were ready to go. Renee was confident that she still registered with the security cameras. Being the nice part of Gotham, Kate and her father felt they needed a top-of-the-line security system.

“Okay, that sure as hell wasn't like any VW I ever rode in.”

“I know, right? All it is is the body, everything else was taken from muscle cars.” She pat the hood like it were a pet, saying silently that she loved it and it did a good job. “Anyway, time to go fix you up and get yelled at. Just so you know, Helena, this totally makes us even for your Lambo.”

“I'll be the judge of that.”

They got through the security systems unscathed, although it was fairly obvious to Renee that Helena was having a hard time standing upright, she was already quite scathed from the fight with the Network thugs. Too much blood loss. She was holding her side, pressing the black cape she had tied around her midriff to keep pressure on it. The more the adrenaline wore off, the more she could feel it. Admirable job of pretending it didn't bother her, though.

The spare key was right where Renee remembered.

“Kate?” she said as she pushed open the large door, Helena following behind her. A pause. No answer. “...Kate, you here?”

They heard a loud thud down the hallway, followed by some screaming. They went to the source to find a red-haired woman beating the everloving shit out of a punching bag. “Kate, what's wr-”

“What are you doing here?” She gave the punching back one last hit, a hard kick that almost rocked it off of it's tether. “How many times to I have to tell you, you can't just keep walking back into my life at your leisure?”

“Look, I know, you hate me right now, but-”

“No buts, Renee.”

“Friend. Hurt. Needs help.” She spoke quickly before Kate could cut her off again, and motioned towards the tall, bleeding woman standing next to her. It was the first time that Kate noticed Helena there, too focused on rage and Renee to take notice. “Look, I don't have a place in Gotham and I needed to get her somewhere, okay? We'll leave right after, but-”

“Okay, okay, just get her on the bench.” Kate pointed at a weightlifting bench, the closest surface that someone could lay on. “I'll get my first aid kit.”

“You know what you're doing?” Helena asked, watching Kate rummage through a few things and pulled out a white kit with a red cross on it.

“I had some training to be a field medic in the army. Huah.” The sarcasm in her voice was so obvious it was almost visible.

“Not a happy time?”

“Got kicked out. Don't ask.” She took off the cape and looked Helena over. “Mind squeezing yourself out of that top so I can get to the wound?”

Helena complied, pulling down the top of her Huntress costume, leaving her bare above the waist save for the blood she wore.

“Helena, Kate. Kate, Helena,” Renee said, deciding that now, with Helena's breasts hanging out, would be a fine time to introduce the two.

“Huntress, right?” It seemed like a dumb thing to ask considering what her patient was wearing, but she couldn't stop herself. “This is gonna hurt. Sorry.”

She was right. It did hurt quite a bit. Fortunately for Helena, she was used to pain, it came with the territory of going out and beating things up every night.

“Thanks,” she said when it was all over.

“Yeah, no problem, just take it easy for a while. I wouldn't go out kicking crime in the nuts for a few days if I were you.” She had a feeling that this woman wouldn't listen. Costume types never listen. Kate could verify this because she wouldn't have listened herself. “And now, Renee, you can leave.” She didn't even turn to face her ex-lover to tell her.

“No.”

“What?”

“No,” Renee told her again. “I'm not going. I know I said I would, but no. Something's wrong. You're angry about something, I could tell when we walked in. And your dad isn't around. He's always around.” She walked forward, putting a hand on Kate's shoulder. “What''s bothering you?”

“Don't ask,” she said sternly.

“Too bad. You aren't getting rid of me that easy. What's wrong?”

Kate sighed. Why did she ever have to get involved with a damn detective? And a persistent one, at that. “I... I killed my sister, Renee.” There was a pause, but it seemed like Renee was a bit too shocked or confused to say anything. “I know what I told you, that she died years ago. Turns out it wasn't true. Don't ask me to explain. Please. I don't want to talk about it.”

“I'm sorry. You don't have to.” She sat behind Kate on the floor, wrapping her arms around the redhead. “I... Damn. I wish I knew what to say.”

They were silent for a while, Renee cradling Kate in her arms, and Helena sitting on the weightlifting bench wondering what the fuck kind of weird relationship these two had going on. She decided that it was a fairly complicated one bordering on unhealthy, just like most relationships.

“Thanks,” Kate said after a while, nuzzling her head into Renee's shoulder.

“You don't have to thank me. You know I'm always gonna be here for you.” Renee's hand moved upwards from Kate's stomach, until two fingers were on the younger woman's chin, gently pushing her head to turn it towards her. She slowly moved her lips to Kate's, making sure that she wasn't resistant.

She wasn't.

Their kiss was long and deep. Kate slowly turned her body to face Renee's, and her hands went into the other woman's hair, gripping her head tightly and pulling her in. She wondered what it was about Renee that always had this effect on her, no matter what went on between them, they always found themselves back together. And they always found themselves burned afterwards, miserable and angry.

It was hard to think about that part when they were so caught up in the moment.

“Um, guys? I'm right here you know,” Helena pointed out before things got awkward. She saw Renee's hand getting rather close to the redhead's chest.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” Renee said, slightly embarrassed. “Kind of got caught up in the moment.” A lightbulb went off in her head, and she curled her lips into a devious smile. “Unless... You could always join you know.”

“Renee!” Kate shouted, a bit surprised, though something told her she really shouldn't have been. She had to admit that, looking at Helena, she wanted to herself.

“Come on. You ever been with two women before? It'll be fun.” Renee licked her lips. “I promise.”

“I've never been with two women before,” Kate told her.

“And I've never even been with one.” Suddenly, Helena was a lot less comfortable being topless in this situation. “I'm not sure that I w-”

“Then it'll be a first time for everyone,” Renee said, admitting that she'd never done it either.

“Whoa, slow down with that, Renee,” Helena said, waving her hands and shaking her head. “I like men.”

“I swear you'll enjoy it, Helena. We know what to do.”

She started to get up to walk over to Helena, but felt a tug and noticed that Kate had grabbed her wrist. “You're assuming that I'm agreeing here. I don't know.” She looked down. “I thought we had something between us.”

“I wasn't under that impression lately,” Renee said dryly. “I don't know what we have between us anymore, Kate. But why not live a little why we're trying to figure it out? And you can't argue that it would help take your mind off of things, at least for a little while, can you?. And you,” she turned to Helena, “How do you know you won't like it? Life is short. Especially in our kind of work. Why not give it a shot?” And besides, Renee would be very sad if she didn't get to fuck Helena tonight. It was hard, extremely hard, to resist that body of hers. Seven-hundred situps a day did wonders.

“I think it may be the blood loss talking but that makes a scary amount of sense.”

Renee grinned. “I just ask the right questions.”

Kate grabbed her hand, a wide grin on her red lips. “Damn right you do.” She reached a hand out, helping Helena to her feet and leading the woman to her bed. “Don't worry, we'll go easy on you,” she assured the woman, lightly patting the bandage around her stomach. Kate had to admit, she didn't have too many objections to Renee's plan, the more she thought about it (or at least the more she let her libido think about it).

It was sunrise, and the view from Kate's penthouse apartment made the city look palatable, maybe even beautiful. If it weren't Gotham, it would even be a romantic view. Still, the three of them didn't need a view of sunwashed spires under white clouds, because what was going on outside was the least of their concerns.

Kate sat Helena down on the edge of her bed - which is in a bit of disarray at the time, sheets half-off and pillows strewn about from a rough sleep - and helped her off with her boots. Renee was standing behind her former/current/she-never-knew girlfriend, kissing her neck while she alternated between fondling her breasts and pulling her top up, inching it off slowly.

Between removing Helena's left and right boot, Renee got the chance to get Kate out of her shirt completely. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it at the time, being almost time for nighttime vigilantes to go to bed left her without a whole lot to remove. Just a shirt and shorts, and Renee's eager hands were already going at the latter.

“Now that's what I call a scar,” Helena said upon seeing Kate's chest, a nasty-looking line traced through her skin.

“I got stabbed in a ritual sacrifice,” she answered with a deadpan sarcasm, making it sound as though it were the most normal thing in the world. In there world, it just may have been. Kate leaned forward, softly pushing Helena onto her back, and crawled over her. “I guess we should start you off slow.” She began to lower her head. “With a kiss.”

Helena realized that, after a night of running, fighting, sweating, and bleeding, she probably didn't smell all that great at the moment, but Kate? Kate smelled like perfume and fancy shampoo (and Helena would have to ask her what she used, her hair was magnificently soft). She closed her eyes and let the scent overtake her senses while Kate's lips pressed against her own. If nothing else, she imagined the rosy scents would be a plus in the “doing women” column. It wasn't very easy to find a man – or at least the kind she was into – that took care of himself like that.

--and their hands weren't as soft as Kate's were. She was resting her palm on Helena's cheek, for a short time at least. Helena felt it moving lower, tracing along her jaw and down her neck. Normally, she liked it rough, but she had to admit, she could definitely get used to this. Shortly after Kate's hand got to her breast, she heard the red-haired woman lightly moan before breaking their kiss.

Opening her eyes, Helena saw Renee behind Kate, kissing her and fingering her. “After all these years, I still know exactly what you like,” the dark-skinned woman said with a lusty smile between kisses.

Kate answered with moans and deep breaths.

Helena soon found out that Renee knew what she liked, too. Her hands were rougher than Kate's, a product of her rough lifestyle, but those fingers were magic. Between the two of them, Helena came three times that morning.

She also found out that it was a lot easier than she thought for her to please a woman, or that Kate was a really good actor and trying not to embarrass her (she knew it was the former).

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” Kate asked as they lay in a bed on the terrace, catching their breaths. The sunrise over Gotham's towers cast it's warm rays over their sweaty, exhausted bodies.

Renee turned, rolling from her side onto her back, and looked up with a smile. “Hard to believe that's the same shitstain city where the Scarecrow murders and Black Mask's rampage happened, isn't it?”

“Let's not spoil the moment with those thoughts,” Kate told her, running a finger through her black hair. “You know you looked better with long hair, right?” she said with a laugh.

“Fuck you.”

“Again?”

“I'd be up for it,” Helena chimed in. She was lying with her head on Kate's shoulder, and brought an arm over the redhead's chest.

Kate took her hand. “Well, look who enjoyed the fairer sex. But as your doctor, I'd prescribe relaxation and a little rest instead of stimulating activity.”

It was a long night and she didn't have to teach class today. “R&R sounds good,” Helena told her with a yawm. She was, understandably, really fucking tired.

“Damn right it does.” Renee rolled onto Kate and gave her a light kiss, and reached over her to pinch Helena's nipple, before setting her head on Kate's chest and closing her eyes.

All of them were amazed how one great moment could wash away all the rest of the world.
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