Helena - the Huntress -- sighed as she sat on the roof of the building, spying the gangster moving below.

It was so tough to be doing all this - being this big, bad-ass crimefighter -- and also being a teacher and everything. She often felt really envious of some of her students. They didn't seem to have a care in the world, just skipping around, fluttering their lashes and twirling their pigtails to impress guys.

If she had some guy to take care of her, she could be like that. Not worry about being a teacher or a crime-fighter or anything.

Helena imagined herself with her hair dyed blonde, dressed like some Catholic schoolgirl with a super-short tartan skirt and sexy, sweet shoes. She'd be perched in some stud's lap, some sugar-daddy to take care of her. Someone rich and powerful. Someone like Bruce Wayne.

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