Helena winced and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Thus why I don’t want to talk about myself. I haven’t… been with a guy just as Helena since…” She couldn’t bring herself to say the name. “Since him. And I just want to try it. I’m tired of being spat at on the street by bat loyal children and pushed away by my own kind. I only hurt the mob. That’s it. I don’t step on anyone’s toes. I run that market all by myself. I have to. Everyone else calls me a villain. But I’m not. I’m not a villain. Maybe I’m a bad person. But I’m not a villain. I keep people safe just like the rest of those vigilantes. Oliv- He made me like this and he can’t even look me in the eye. But I don’t understand it. I do everything that he did but somehow when I do it I’m a villain? My targets are a concentrated group of criminals whom own the justice system with dirty money and blackmail. Maybe the other heroes can drop their targets off at the police station but do you want to know what happens when I do it? They walk in less than an hour. The only way to keep them in line is fear. It’s not that–” She stopped herself, the hurt flooding out of her like a river. She wasn’t even sure what was the Helena that she created to lure Cisco and what was just the shell of a woman she occupied, it flooded together.
Cisco simply sat there as the woman spoke, not know what to say to make the woman feel comforted.
Cisco backup 