New 52

Motk 7: Happy Ending

Cut to Gotham City, te blades of a police helicopter spin down away from the camera.

The copter passes by the roof of a fancy hotel. After the copter passes. Nomad rises up from the shadows. He moves to the edge of the roof and vanishes over the side.

Nomad's silhouetted form lands on the balcony outside the suite's bedroom. He works the door's lock and it swings open. Nomad steps into the suite and closes the door behind him just as the
outer door opens. Nomad quickly leaps into the shadows as voices are heard 0.S.:

Helena: I'm exhausted. Thanks for dinner, Artie.

Arthur Reeves follows her to the door.

Reeves: You know, it's not good to go to bed on a full stomach.

Reeves's hand strays down to stroke against Helena's hand on the door handle.

Reeves: We could stay up, talk for awhile...or something.

Helena eyes dart around, looking for a graceful way out.

Helena: Oh, Artie. I've got a killer day tomorrow. The banks, the attorney...

Helena's eyes catch some movement in the back of the room. A form in the shadows, but more than an indication to Helena that he is there. She then gives Reeves a friendly smile and takes his arm.

Helena: But call me, okay?

Reeves is pleasantly surprised as Helena gives him a kiss on the lips. Nomad is shown watching, impassive, from his place in the shadows. Back to Helena as she waves to Reeves, who is on his way out the outer door.

Helena: Good night.

Reeves: 'Night.

He goes. Helena closes her bedroom door, leans against it crossly and snaps on the light.

Helena: Don't you ever knock?

Nomad steps forward and takes the photo of Franco and the gangsters from his belt.

Mason: Have you ever seen this?

Helena takes the photo, looks at it and shakes her head.

Helena: No.

Mason: But that's your father. He's the one who set up their corporate partnership.

Helena shrugs and moves away from Nomad.

Helena: So? That's his job.

Mason: He was the one element that tied these gangsters together. Where's your father now?

She moves to a small bar, uses ice tongs to fill a glass and pours a drink from an elegant glass pitcher.

Helena: Haven't a clue. He's a world traveler, remember? Why don't you try Madagascar?

Before she can drink, Nomad's hand enters and pushes her hand down, slamming the glass onto the bar. Nomad glares at her.

Mason: That's not what you told Reeves. You told him you were closer than ever to your father.

Helena flashes Nomad an ugly smile.

Helena: You had me bugged, is that it?

Mason: I can read lips.

Helena: Then read them now. Get out.

A tense moment as they both stare at each other, neither one giving quarter. Then Nomad silently withdraws and turns to pause at the window.

Mason: Are you still following your dad's orders?

She holds up her drink and swirls around the ice, looking at it thoughtfully.