Heartwarming Housewarming

September 18, 2018:

Karen has returned from space, and Helena decides to bring her a Fern(tm).

Karen's Apartment

Characters

NPCs: None.

Mentions: Black Canary, Batman

Plot:

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

Helena walks down the street as she carries a Wild Fern (tm). It wavers around in the breeze as she turns the corner on the street and heads up the steps to Karen's apartment building. She puffs air out of her mouth as the fern's leaves flutter in her face and start to annoy her, "Dammit," she mutters, swishing the fern back again. She then twists the Wild Fern (tm) in her arms to squint at the mailbox names, "Dammit, what the hell…which…", she begins and then punches one of the buzzy buttons, "Oh dammit, wrong one," she says and punches another one. Then another one, finding it hard to press Karen's buzzer while balancing the Wild Fern (tm). The door opens so she opens the door whoever buzzed her in and haphazardly climbs the steps to Karen's apartment. She twists the Wild Fern (tm) again in her arms so she can bap on the door, "Better be home dammit," she says and tries to keep the plant out of her face.

*

Karen is upstairs, getting everything in place. When she hears the knock at her door, the blonde looks over in the direction of the door, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she proceeds to look /through/ the door. She smiles, seeing it, and moves at a quick little trot over to the door to open it, reaching out to try and stabilize the plant. "Hey there." she smiles.

*

Helena eyes Karen and shoves the Wild Fern into her arms, "Hey," she mutters. She sighs and brushes back her hair, comedically finding some of the plant in her hair, "I carried that damn plant three blocks. Shoulda took my bike," she explains and then shrugs, "But that probably woulda ruined it. Oh well," she adds, "You're welcome," she smirks amusedly.

*

Karen takes it, and smiles. "Thank you. Come on in. Get the leaves out of your hair." She turns to set it on the kitchen table, before turning back. "Didn't expect you to be sentimental on housewarmings. Thanks."

*

Helena motions to herself as she walks into the apartment, "Hey, I can be frickin' nice. I'm nice all the damn time for people," she explains helpfully, "Today I gave this kid lunch money cause he forgot. So damn nice," she adds amusedly, "So you moved in or what?" she wonders, looking about suspiciously.

*

"I'm getting moved in. Back in. Really, I should have just set something up to keep paying the rent. You go off into space for a couple months and everyone assumes you're not coming back." She moves to the refrigerator. "Can I get you something to drink? Karen asks. She's in casual attire, just jeans and a t-shirt right now.

*

Helena taps the empty table with her purple fingernail and says, "Drink? Okay I'll just take whatever. Vodka tonic. No just joking," she waves her hand to dismiss that idea, "Whatever you've got is fine. I'm trying to eliminate sugar though. I'm on the Eliminate Diet (tm)," she explains to Karen, "Hey were you searching for your friends from that other dimension you told me about?"

*

"Most of what I /eat/ is full of sugar." Karen opens the fridge door. "I have water, I can break open a bottle of wine, or in 5 minutes I can have coffee." The blonde straightens, looking up. "Always looking. I have friends here…but this isn't home. Not really."

*

Helena waves her hand dismissively again, "Hey don't worry about it, it'll work out," she promises and then taps her chin, "Oh okay, coffee then. Blast it with your heat breath. Or pop it in the microwave. Either way," she says amusedly.

*

Karen laughs. "What am I, a barbarian?" She moves to pop a K-cup in her machine, and start it running. "Coffee makers are one of the best pieces of Earth technology." She grins, and looks over. "So how has everything been in Gotham?"

*

Helena shrugs a bit and says, "Yeah fine. I kicked some ass. Been raining. The usual," she explains, "The Canary and I found this ring of vodka and gin and alcohol running. Like the old days or some shit. These guys thought they were so clever. Yeah, pretty busy last week. Listen, I'll give you the address. You can help us watch these assholes and make sure they're on the straight and narrow."

*

Karen smiles. "Gotham isn't my usual stomping ground. You know the Bat hates people with powers poking their way around that city. I'll do what I can to keep an eye on it, though. How's Dinah doing?" She gets out a coffee cup and puts it over by the machine.

*

Helena smirks a bit and answers sardonically, "Screw that guy, c'mon. It's helping out. I don't really care what that guy thinks," she says recklessly and then shrugs. "What? Oh she's fine."

*

Karen takes the cup out, offering it over to Helena. "Oh, yes you do. Just because you don't wear a bat on your chest, you still have to exist there, and that's got to be a pain." She moves over to lean back against the counter. "Got anything fun for me to help you out with, besides keeping an eye on people?"

*

Helena takes the cup of coffee and has a lil sip, "I've avoided the asshole for now. Just Batgirl so far and she's not that annoying," she explains, "Fun? Ever graded papers?" she wonders, "I'm not really that fun. How about criminal dossier research?" she asks amusedly.

*

""Fun" can involve beating the crap out of some troublemakers too. But dear god, no grading papers. I don't even like reading reports at work, and I own the damn company." Karen says, with a chuckle.

*

Helena snickers, "Oh I get it. I'm slow," she answers and then adds, "I'm sure we can find some idiot thugs with a neeeeeed for some beating," she promises with a wicked smile, "What? You didn't punch some asteroids or something?"

*

"Asteroid-punching is no fun. They don't try to get away, they don't have any desperate comments, nothing." It'd be like me suggesting you work out your frustrations by beating up a box of Ritz crackers. Why not see if you can't get ahold of Dinah and we go do something fun?" she suggests.

*

Helena smirks, "What am I, a superhero hotline?" she wonders. She puts a hand on her hip, "I think she's out of town. I tried to reach her earlier. Don't you need Brainiac or some shit to beat up? Thugs are not exactly a challenge for ya," she explains, then holds up her cellphone to check on the mysterious Dinah.

*

"Well, sure, they're no challenge. But it can still be fun. It's like…it's like going bowling. I have no doubts you would massacre the hell out of some pins, but that doesn't make it any less fun."

*

Helena chuckles, "You're weird. She's not answering," she replies, as she taps on her phone. "Hey I know, I'll help you investigate some Super-business. You don't need Batman to do detectiving."

*

"You're gonna help me find Brainiac?" Karen snickers. "I got a better one. Help me find a decent guy. Detective me one of those."

*

Helena puts her hands up defensively, "Geezus," she explains, "We'll have to go to the Wicked Klub, then. It's downtown," she teases and then adds.

*

"There's gonna be "decent guys" at a place called the Wicked Klub?" The blonde looks amused. "But yeah, I could go to a club. Been too long since I've done anything social. Not a lot of clubs out in open space."

*

Helena shrugs and chuckles, "Don't say I didn't warn ya," she explains and then adds,

*

Helena shrugs and chuckles, "Don't say I didn't warn ya," she explains and then adds, "Okay cool, you free Saturday night?" she wonders.

*

"Yeah, Saturday works. What kind of club is this? What should I be wearing?" There's a lot of range in clubs, and Karen doesn't know where Helena's tastes go.

*

Helena hmms and explains, "I don't think we've ever gone out before. It's a heavy metal club. That okay?" she wonders, "What? Oh just wear whatever. Power Skirt, Power Girl," she snickers.

*

"Oh, good god. Sure, I'll handle it." Not her normal look, but what the hell. Maybe it's what she needs for her welcome back to Earth.

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