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Post by Batgirl on Dec 3, 2016 16:57:31 GMT -5
Barbara understood the position this girl must be in. "Their daughter shouldn't be sitting here, but she is," the note had read. She likely had no one around she could trust, and it was hard to trust the police in this city. She thought quickly, trying to think of some safe place they could meet so they could exchange information. If this was truly some act of revenge for her parents' murders, she would want to be kept posted on what was found, and regardless of what Barbara's ambitions were, closure held more precedent in her book.
Then the girl asked about churches. Of course! What an obvious solution. Only... she wasn't Catholic. She didn't make a habit of going to church, and her father would be suspicious if she suddenly wanted to go. She could suggest one of the famously Italian Catholic churches, but the mafia would probably see the girl that put a brick through their window, and redheads didn't exactly blend in.
But there was an Irish Catholic church in a secluded enough part of town. It was a long shot, but it might be their only chance at a safe meeting place. And, appropriately enough, it was the "home" of the patron saint of the police officer, and the saint of hope.
"St. Jude's," she replied. "It's Irish and most of the clean officers go there. It's a nice enough place. I could give you a tour on Sunday after mass?" She did her best to make it sound like one Catholic offering a seat to another Catholic for communion. As far as she could tell, no one was even listening. If they were, church wasn't interesting enough to listen to.
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Huntress
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Post by Huntress on Dec 3, 2016 22:47:03 GMT -5
“St. Jude’s?” Patron saint of lost causes and desperate situations. A brief and actually happy smile crossed Helena’s lips as she thought of that. This entire conversation had started because of a desperate situation. Helena just hoped this wasn’t a lost cause. By how Barbara described the place, it being where a lot of good officers attended, it seemed as good of a place as ever to meet at. “Yes, I think I would like to take a tour of the place after mass. Thank you for inviting me.” Even if someone wasn’t listening in, it was still polite to remember your manners.
Helena wasn’t quite sure what she was feeling, perhaps hope or relief, but whatever it was, it was something good, and that actually confused her. Barbara Gordon was a secretary. She couldn’t help much in any way. Even if she were able to find out who had ordered the hit on Helena’s parents, the likelihood that the police could do anything was slim. Besides, they would just go to jail if they were arrested. Helena wanted more than that. she wanted the people’s names and she wanted to see them die, just like she had seen her mother, father, and brother die during dinner all those years ago. If they did identify who the murderers were, Helena would need to act before the police, which meant that she would need to stay close to Barbara and feed her information. If she was able to bring down other families, so much the better. She had seen the results of what the Sicilian government did to the families in Italy, and it had just created a vacuum that was eventually filled. Just like in the case of her family. That would all have to change.
Looking back at Barbara, Helena lifted her mind from those dark thoughts, even if it was for only a brief while. “Are we through then, Miss Gordon?” she asked, accent once more heavy. "I have given you my statement and, if the restaurant owners wish compensation for the broken window, for which I am sorry, I will pay with what money I have.”
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Post by Batgirl on Dec 4, 2016 2:03:45 GMT -5
Barbara smiled. However heated the conversation had been, it ended better than she'd ever dreamed. She wasn't the praying type, but she was willing to pray to St. Jude himself that this wasn't a lost cause. For this girl's sake, and for her father's sake. Her own pride was far at the back of her mind. This poor teenager hadn't seen justice for her parent's murder, and she needed the closure. However much of a long shot it was, there was still a chance. There was always a chance.
"Yes, I believe I have everything I need," she said, cheerily. She stood up and unlocked the handcuffs, setting them on the desk before holding her own hand out to shake. "Shame we had to meet under these circumstances." With a smile, she felt something good about all of this. "And this boy you were angry at? I hope you give him hell."
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Post by Huntress on Dec 4, 2016 20:51:11 GMT -5
The smile was…. it was almost heartbreaking to see how naive Barbara was, believing that this would all be solved by a simple bit of detecting, sleuthing, following clues, and finally locking people away. Helena wondered if she would ever have been like this if her parents hadn’t died. She had been kept in the dark as a child, but she wondered how long her father would have kept her oblivious to his business. Until she had moved out and was on her own? Or would he have revealed his secrets to her? The latter was unlikely, since men were the only ones allowed to be official members in the Mafia, but her brother Pino was also dead. That was a thought. Perhaps maybe, once her revenge was finished, she would try to restart the Bertinelli family in the Gotham City mafia. Most certainly they would need a leader to take over for all the absences she would create. It was definitely a thought that Helena would have to ponder on for a while.
Rubbing her wrists, Helena returned Barbara’s smile, shaking her hand as she did. “I promise to do better from now on, and hopefully we won’t be meeting again under these circumstances. If we ever do meet again, I want it to be due to a better occasion. As for the boy? The next time I cross his path, he won’t know what hit him,” she said with a slight laugh before heading towards the exit.
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