Home is Not a Place

Chapter three: covert

Three Weeks Later.

No matter how often you say it to yourself, (Y/n) Amira (L/n) still doesn't sound like you.

You've spent nothing for the past three works outside of the warehouse unless it was out on a covert mission, under cover. the only thing you've been doing lately was going by another name. Most of what you've been doing was supplying drugs and meeting up with drug cartel bosses, under the name of Cervantes, first name unknow. You're only known as an heiress that carries out and runs an organization that doesn't quite exist. Of course, whenever something actually goes the other person's way, Huntress steps in and keeps them from getting what they originally wanted. Keeping from your cover being blown. And why do this?

To get connections, to get in deeper, to get invited to bigger corporations and syndicates. Going deep undercover, sometimes gone for a couple of days. Helena put a lot of trust in you, not that she didn't have any in you to begin with. But it's what you're good at that makes this such a possibility for you and not her. You're not a Bertinelli, and that's what this is all focused on. Trying to get in a place close to Bertinelli so that you have more inside information, and enough of it, to put him away for his crimes. Helena is good at going undercover, but personal family topics such as this may not be her strongest asset to herself. She wasn't going to risk getting emotional, even though she knew it wasn't likely. So of course, she called you in. Knowing that you're good at what it is you do. Making it easier, since you're such a young age but can easily pass off as early twenties.

Currently? Your sliding a gun into a holster hidden by your skirt, and fixing a strand of long and straight black hair from the wig on your head behind an ear. Getting ready for a 'party' hosted by one of Gotham's biggest crime bosses, Black Mask.

*** At the same time, but in the Cave **

"By now, Helena would be an adult. She separated herself from her family about six years ago. I have reason to believe that she's also Huntress, due to the Huntress's hits and stopping certain branches in anything Bertinelli runs." Bruce said, leaning back in the large computer chair that sits behind the equally large computer in the cave. His eyes let the reflection of the screen show, a file of Helena's public records.

Wearing casual clothes, a long black sleeve and lounge pants. Out of the suit, cape and cowl, he goes through the files on the massive computer with mass amounts of information. In every sense of the word, he has a supercomputer.

"Why did she run away?" Damian could be heard asking from the other side of the cave. Though he was still in uniform, but lacking his green eye mask and yellow cape. His voice seems to always have a tinge of anger and or arrogance no matter what he said or how he intended to say it.

"She was aware of the dirt her family was in, so she attempted to do something about it. She couldn't get anybody arrested and her father is still a free man today. Bruce replied, picking up a cup of tea to his lips and taking a small drink. Alfred could be heard in the back of the cave preparing a cup for Damian as well, seeing as the boy just got back from his own patrol of the neighborhood. Bruce's way of showing Damian that he can be trusted just a little more. Yet Damian goes unaware of Bruce constantly watching via security cameras in the streets, so it's not completely true.

But Damian didn't know that. He just thinks he was only connected to Bruce via comlink, not video.

"But isn't what he's doing obviou?" Damian asked, a look of annoyance was cast over his features through the dim blue lights in the dark cave. Water droplets hitting the ground or going down against cave walls and the silent rustling of bats above head only made the conversation between the two Waynes more amplified. Stepping forwards to his father, wiping a smudge of dirt off of his face with the back of his hand before slowly pulling off the green gauntlets.