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The huntress and the Rose – Slipping on Watch
Previously: After coming face to face with Rose, a mysterious jewel thief, Helena Bertinelli, the Huntress, is drawn deeper and deeper into the temptress' web of hypnotic seduction.
WARNING: Long story.
Helena woke to the sound of her alarm clock going off. Sitting up on the rock-hard mattress of her bed 'good for your back' she reminded herself for the hundredth time as she reached out to turn the alarm off, considering, not for the first time to toss the thing out of the window and be done with t once and for all. 'Five thirty in the morning...' she growled inwardly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes 'Whose bright idea was it again? Oh, right. Mine...'
With one last shake of her head, the raven haired mafia princess turned vigilante rose and made her way to the area of her apartment that has been reserved to her daily training regime. 'Important to keep the body in shape in this line of business.' she once again reminded herself as she began stretching her muscles, 'At least, it is if you plan to keep having a body in this line of business' she added in grim amusement as she stretched her toned, muscular body over yet another hard mattress and started herself off with a set of 250 sit-ups. As she let the sweat and effort and routine bring her up to full wakefulness, though, she found herself smiling softly to herself. Perhaps she did have another reason to want to look her best these days, she thought, the image of a smiling figure in red flashing in her mind.
An hour later, her morning routine finished, and feeling much more amicable toward the world in general, Helena was going over her plans for the day as she was getting ready for work. Although Gotham's new Mystery Thief seemed to be extremely adept at flying under the radar of both the city's law enforcement forces and its criminal elements, she's managed to score a solid tip on their next target, and was determined not to let them slip through her net this time.
Taking up Rose's gift, a burnished silver pocket watch, a soft smile played over her face as she thought of the resources gathered, the favors called, the palms greased, all in preparation for tonight. Sliding the watch's long chain around her throat and clasping it so it hung like a necklace between her breasts, she was momentarily reminded of the cross that used to hang there, in happier times, before she shook the thought away.
'Tonight', she thought, shouldering her bag and setting off to face Gotham City's morning traffic and classroom after kid-filled classroom, 'was going to be a good night.'
Felicity Harrington-Wise was awakened by the late morning sunlight on her face. Eyes still closed, she rolled over on the soft bed and smilingly sunk into the warm luxury of the pillows and blankets offered by the magnificent suite of one of Gotham City most expansive hotels. 'Sleeping in,' she thought lazily to herself, 'is one of the best perks in life...'
However, even as she made up her mind to take further advantage of her bed, the soft fall of footsteps over the bedroom's parqueted floor, followed by the soft clink of porcelain on glass conspired to draw her back into the waking world, aided, in the end, by a deliciously sweet aroma that wafted from the nightstand by the bed.
Smiling in amused resignation, Felicity opened her eyes to see two small bowls, one laden with bright red strawberries, and the other filled with whipped cream, and held between them stood a small folded piece of paper. Reaching out a delicate hand, she plucked the paper from between the bowls and opened it.
'Good morning, Ms. Rose,' it read, 'I heard you to moving about, and thought you might be a little peckish, especially after coming home so late last night, so I brought you these. Alex and I ordered some from the room service yesterday while you were out, and they were quite excellent. Thank you again for all you've done for us. Love, Laura.'
Sitting up in her bed with a delighted laugh, Felicity couldn't help but grin as she imagined the woman poised patiently by the bedroom's doors, waiting for the first signs of wakefulness, just so she could deliver her first offering of the day. The two of them, a pair of rich tourists from... wherever (Felicity didn't really care), Alex and Laura Sokolov, had arrived at the city a week ago only to find that there had been some confusion with their suite, which would not be available for at least two more weeks. Luckily for them, the suite's current resident, one Ms. Rose, heard of their predicament and has graciously allowed them to stay with her, so long as they remained discreet and unobtrusive. Since then, the two have naturally been very eager to show their gratitude to their hostess, and constantly thought up new ways to make her stay more enjoyable... Or at least, Felicity thought, That's how they remembered it. For so long as they were in 'her' suite, anyway... whenever they did venture out to enjoy what the city had to offer besides their hostess hypnotic charms, they found it much easier and more enjoyable to forget all about the whole thing... So they did.
Refolding the note, the auburn haired beauty set it back in place and plucked a ripe strawberry from the bowl instead. Dipping it delicately in the cream, she lifted it up, looking at it with a satisfied smile. 'Breakfast in bed.' she thought to herself. That was a new one from these two, and Felicity happily decided that it was one she was going to enjoy.
It was these moments, she reflected. These little pieces of her day when all the work and planning she put into her chosen lifestyle came together with apparent effortlessness that made it all worthwhile. And tonight, she thought to herself as she took a bite of the sweet red fruit, a whole lot of work and planning was going to come together...
Night had fallen over the streets of Gotham City hours ago. On the edge of one of the city's signature pieces of architecture, a stub of masonry and concrete that seemed to serve no purpose except for supporting menacing stone statues and giving masked vigilantes a place to lurk, the Huntress sat and looked down on what was going to be the focus of her attention for the night.
The place wasn't much to look at. A moderately successful jeweler's workshop. Not widely famous, nor possessed of the resources to work with, and keep around, the finest and most expansive materials of the jeweler's craft, the place had still managed to cultivate a reputation for quality, care, and craftsmanship. For those people out there who wanted to look good, rather than brag about the total cost of their wardrobe, there were worse places to go to.
'Makes sense, for someone who steals on impulse.' the Huntress thought, remembering how the thief has often ignored pieces of extreme value, or easily liquidated and highly valuable raw material, to make away with pieces of lesser value. 'Whoever it is, they steal what catches their eye, and move on.'
'Really,' she thought, gathering her cape around her as the night wind picked up, 'by Gotham's standards, they're practically harmless...' She knew, deep inside, that the only reason she was still pursuing this case was her pride. It stung her that not only she had failed to catch the thief despite of being on their trail for weeks now, but that even when the leads she'd found panned out and gave her a solid bead on where her quarry would strike next, she'd failed, time and again, to catch so much of a glimpse of the culprit.
'Not this time, though.' she thought with grim satisfaction. This time she was ready. No. More than ready. This time, she was prepared. She thought of the sensors she's installed to cover the place various access points. Sophisticated enough to pick up any tampering attempt, visible enough to be noticed by a skilled operator, but not obvious enough to make one suspicious of their true purpose, to herd the thief toward the one entrance Helena was going to personally watch for the entire night. She'd even, she reflected with a smirk as she patted one of her belt pouches, feeling the small hard object within, gone in herself earlier and changed the lock, just in case it turned out to be an inside job. Or what she considered a more likely scenario considering the disparate nature of their targets, that the thief had acquired the keys to the place earlier by some mean or another.
She'd have to change it back later, of course, but so long as it gave her an edge tonight, it would be worth the extra work.
'And there's no way they're spotting me here.' she added to herself, knowing that from down below, her silhouette would look like nothing more than just another one of the grotesque statues that lined the city's skyline. Checking once again the readouts of her planted sensors, just to make sure, she allowed herself a tight smile as she trained her enhanced night vision binoculars on her target and settled down to wait.
It wasn't long, though, before her mind started wandering, conjuring images of the one good thing to come out of this whole sorry affair. Not that it was in any way unusual, Helena thought. Rose was never far away from her thoughts theses days. Her crimson clad, auburn haired hypnotist. The one she met while trying to put her first real mess-up on this case out of her mind. 'And it worked, too.' the thought was tinged with amusement, 'I'd forgotten about pretty much everything until the morning after...'
'It's funny,' she mused, 'how vividly I can picture her, considering how little I remember of our times together...' It seemed to her that the memories of the time she spent with the woman were like... a blanket made of dense fog, she thought, all substance and no detail, and so warm and relaxing to pull over her thoughts and curl under that she didn't even mind the way it made everything else seem so far away and unimportant. But that's alright, she thought. Putting aside her burdens, commitments, and responsibilities for a while was the whole point of the time she spent with Rose, wasn't it? Letting herself... relax?
'Hmm... I can just hear it...' she thought, 'That soft, calming music she'd play at the start of our sessions...' She leaned back, resting her back against the stone statue, and put down her binoculars with wistful smile. She was dimly aware of her fingers fiddling with something in one of her belt pouches, but it seemed unimportant. Everything seemed unimportant when that music was playing. Every thing but one, that is.
And then, everything seemed to quiet down for a moment. The background noise of the city, which she didn't even notice she'd been ignoring, the wind's soft whistle, even the music, which Helena knew was just in her head, seemed to have grown muffled between one moment and the next, and was then gone altogether. Blinking in confusion, the raven haired crimefighter's brow furrowed as she tried to think of an explanation.
"Hello, Huntress.”
'Oh...' she thought dully, recognizing the voice, 'That makes sense...' she was daydreaming about Rose hypnotizing her again, and this was the part where the world would just... fade away... so she could just... sink... deeper...
"It's time to go under for me again, my pet.” Rose's voice was warm velvet, gently wiping away her thoughts. Helena vaguely remembered being given that thought to have for herself, some time ago, before the memory seemed to melt and slip between her fingers. Not that it mattered. It was time to go under again.
"It's so easy to go under for me, isn't it, Huntress?” she imagined her dream hypnotist whispering in her ear, and couldn't help but let out a small moan of assent, “That's right, my pet... All you need to do is follow my voice, and let yourself.... relax...”
Down below, hidden in deep shadow, Rose was smiling at the small sound she heard over her phone, 'Forget about trumpets calls and victory songs,' she thought, 'this is the sound that should be the herald of triumph.'
"That's right, my pet..” she intoned, knowing just what kind of effect her words and voice would have on Helena's receptive mind, “All you need to do is follow my voice, and let yourself... relax...” she continued, her hazel eyes glittering mischievously under her mask, knowing that, by now, that last bit would have probably been enough to send Huntress off to dreamland all by its own.
'But she deserves better than that from me.' she thought, grinning as she knelt down beside the wall panel that would, when removed, allow her access to the workshop's security system, “Relax,” she cooed into the phone, “and let me take care of everything. You know I'm right here with you, swinging that beautiful gold watch that you just can't help but stare at, whispering in your ear as I take you deeper and deeper into a deep hypnotic trance.”
Trapping the phone between her shoulder and ear, the crimson clad cat burglar deftly got to work on disabling the alarm system. 'I really should get me a new mic and headphones setup for this phone.' she thought. Her old ones were, of course, currently placed in Helena's ears, delivering every one of the hypnotist's honeyed words right into the vigilante's open mind.
"Can you see the watch swinging, Huntress?” she asked.
"Yesss...” came the breathy answer, “Sooo beautiful...”
"Good girl... Just sit back and watch it, sweetie... That's all it takes to pull you in, deeper and deeper...” The temptress continued weaving her spell, even as her hands were hard at work, “All you need to do is sit back and watch... It's what you came here to do, right?”
"Came here... to watch?” Helena's confirmation was hesitant, she knew it was true, but something about the statement seemed... off, somehow.
"That's right, pet. You came here to watch my beautiful gold timepiece and let yourself be pulled into an obedient deep trance. After all, there's nothing else you want, is there?”
"Nnnoooo...” the word was drawn from the vigilante's helpless lips, “Nothing... else...”
"And here and now, there's nothing to stop you, nothing that could stop you, from sinking into a wonderfully obedient trance for me, is there?”
"Nnnnothing...” Helena agreed. It was inevitable. She would be hypnotized, and then she would obey. That was how these dreams always went, and she wouldn't have them any other way.
"That's right, Huntress.” Rose was smiling wickedly, wishing she was there to see the look on Helena's face, 'time for that later.' she chided herself, and continued, “You're already sinking into a wonderfully obedient trance, and as I count down to zero, you come closer and closer to that wonderful place of deep, contented relaxation, where all that matters is my voice, and all you know is obedience. Feel yourself sinking now.”
"Sinking down as I count from five, letting your thoughts fly away from you, too relaxed to care.”
"To four, already forgetting how it feels to think, only remembering following my voice and being guided by my words.”
"Down to three, free to relax, free to follow, free to obey, free from thoughts and doubts and questions, free to feel wonderful.”
"Two, sinking down, so obedient, wanting only to follow.”
"One, already helpless, already mindless, and still going deeper. You can always go deeper, pet. There are no limits to the depth of trance I can bring you to.”
"Even after I count Zero, you can and will go deeper for me. All you have to do is stare, and listen and follow. Even the silence takes you deeper, because it is my voice being silent. Do you understand?”
"I... Understand, Mistress Rose...” Helena breathed, effortlessly remembering now the proper from of address she has been taught to use when she was in a trance. It was always effortless to obey Mistress Rose.
"That's my girl.” The hypnotist laughed delightedly, just as she was finished rerouting the wires that would leave the building, for all intents an purposes, defenseless. 'There!' she thought excitedly, 'That's two obstacles cleared! Damn I'm good!' All that was left was waltzing through the door using the spare key the owner has so kindly lent her the other day, take her pick of whatever she found inside, and then she could move on to the next part of the night's entertainment.
'Better get something stylish,' she thought as she sauntered confidently to the doors that were once under Huntress' watchful eyes, before those eyes turned to stare helplessly into the empty air before her, 'I want something I can remember this night by...' she took out the key, putting it in the lock, 'Helena and I could sit by the fire on cold nights and la-'
The key... didn't turn.
"Huh...” the masked burglar arched an eyebrow, examining the door. She was sure she had the right key, but... “Helena, my pet,” she purred into her phone, “what did you do to the door?”
"Hmm... I...” Helena began, not sure why her Mistress cared about what she did before she came here to be hypnotized, but not caring either, “I changed the lock, Mistress.”
"Oh...” the hypnotist smiled, understanding, “ Clever.”
"Thank you, Mistress!” the hypnotized Huntress beamed obliviously, knowing only that she'd been complimented.
"You're welcome, sweetie...” Rose replied absently, as she studied the door. She knew she could pick the lock, no trouble there, but then, did she really need to?
"Huntress,” she looked up, making her decision, “do you see me down on the street?”
The entranced Helena looked down, her glazed eyes locking on the red clad figure of her mistress. "Yes, Mistress.” she confirmed, her hypnotized mind seeing no problem with Rose suddenly moving from swinging her watch before her eyes to standing casually in the street below her.
"I want you to come over to me, quickly, but safely.” Rose informed her pet, “Understand?”
"Of course, Mistress!” Helena answered cheerfully, “I just love going down for you!” she added, eliciting an appreciative giggle from her mistress as she swung gracefully off her perch, quickly making her way back to street level.
"Hmmm...” Rose grinned appreciatively, “I'll have you teach me to do that, one day...”
"It will be my pleasure, Mistress!”
"I know, pet,” she said, moving closer, her glittering hazel gaze locking onto Helena's glassy blue eyes, “but for now,” she rested a gloved hand gently on the Huntress' cheek, “be a good girl and open this door for me.”
"Anything... for you, mistress...” Helena moaned, momentarily lost in Rose's eyes before she obediently moved to the door and unlocked it with the key she had kept in her belt, smiling broadly as it swung open before her.
"Mmm...Thank you...” Rose purred, stopping by her slave and giving her cheek a soft kiss, “Now come along... we still have much to do tonight.”
"Mmhmmm... Yes, Mistress Rose...” Helena let out a soft content sigh as she followed her mistress, unquestioningly.
"…remember, and what you are going to forget.” Rose's voice sounded in Helena's ears.
"Yes, Mistress.” she confirmed. She was back on her perch from earlier, staring blissfully at nothing and basking in the warmth and contentment that came with accepting her mistress' instructions.
"Good girl. See you soon.” The words sent excited shivers down Helena's spine, then the line went dead. Letting out a soft sigh, the mesmerized heroine carefully stashed away the headphones and checked on the phone Rose had given her, back on the night they first met, to make sure her pet superheorine would always be just a few finger taps away. Her Mistress had been quite emphatic about Helena forgetting all about that in a few moments, she thought, so she'd better take care of them right now while she could still give the priceless gifts the care they deserved.
Settling back against the statue and closing her eyes, she let herself go over the events of the night. She came here, set up her trap, and sat down to wait for the thief to show up, which was what she was still doing right now. Oh, and there were a few daydreams of Rose coming over to her dark, secluded spot to lull her into a trance and have her way with her, but Helena's day has been filled with those, so she didn't need to think about them mu-
The Huntress opened her eyes. 'Another daydream.' she thought, blushing slightly at what her imagination had come up with this time. 'If anyone had told a month ago I'd be fantasizing about being hypnotized by a sexy, charming, confident woman...' she mused as she checked on the sensors she'd planted earlier, finding nothing unusual, 'Well, I'd have shot them. Or dangled them of the edge of a rooftop for a whi- the hell is that?'
Beneath her, on the street, the workshop's doors were ajar, and someone had arranged an impressive amount of jewelry on the floor to read 'See you soon, Huntress!' And in big bold letters, no less, she noted in shock.
'Well, at least I made them pay attention this time...” she thought wryly, 'Strange how I'm not more frustrated about it...” It made sense, though, didn't it?... She'd tried her best, and it didn't work. There wasn't much point in fuming over the fact. Maybe it was time to tone down her obsession with this particular criminal, and move on...
'Speaking of...' she thought as the oddly cheerful resignation settled over her, 'No point in sticking around here anymore... might as well use the opportunity to take care of some errands.'
A short while later, Huntress was racing through the night on her bike, cape flapping behind her and the engine roaring in her ears. Resignation or not, it stung her to have to clean up after a criminal, but she didn't want word of her own presence on the scene spreading around, so the jewels had to be returned to their place, and the lock changed back, and by the time she was done, it was unlikely any trace of the thief had remained on the scene...
'Not the kind of public image I need right now...' she grumbled as she arrived at her first stop, a small storage facility, where she'd stash all the extra, (and useless, she thought) equipment she'd brought with her tonight, with no questions asked. Making her way to unit 12053, she unlocked the door and casually dumped in the hidden cameras, motion and heat sensors, the replacement lock and key, the extra grapnel gun... 'Not stuff I'm going to have much use for again anytime soon...' she thought. Then she fished a small velvet bag from her belt and added it to the pile, 'Not going to need that either.' she mused cheerfully as she shut and locked the door behind her , 'Not for a while yet.'
'Next,' she decided as she walked back into the chill night, 'some dinner. Hmmm... I feel like Indian food tonight.' she smiled, getting back on the bike. She knew just the place for what she had in mind.
A short drive, and a shorter wait in a line surrounded by nervous and appreciative stares, Huntress was walking out of an Indian restaurant with her order of 'Chicken madras, mild, to go if you don't mind.' that had been prepared for her in record time, 'The upside,' she chuckled, 'of a fearsome reputa- whoa...' she blinked, suddenly disoriented. It was a strange feeling. As if she'd forgotten something she'd grown so used to knowing she didn't even noticed it anymore. 'Well...' she dismissed it, 'Couldn't have been that important.' she shrugged it off, carefully storing the food in her ride's storage compartment, and driving off, forgetting, for the moment, that her apartment was in an entirely different direction.
'Time to head home.' she thought, the strange disorientation giving way to calm assurance as she moved through the city. Nothing was wrong, and she knew it. 'Take an early night and maybe curl up with one of Rose's recordings for a... whoops! Eyes on the road, girl.' she blushed sheepishly as a car she failed to notice cut her off, 'Fantasize about the sexy hypnotist when you aren't the one doing the driving.'
And, if she was honest with herself, not being the one doing the driving has grown a lot more appealing to her ever since she'd first met Rose. 'A thought for another day.' she thought.
Getting closer to her destination, Huntress began looking for someplace dark and out of the way to park and change clothes. The streets seem brighter than usual. 'Did the city actually fix some of the streetlights?' she wondered as she finally found an alley that suited her, and, a quick change of clothes and a thrown tarp to keep the bike less obvious, Helena Bertinelli was strolling back home with her bag of Indian take-out in hand.
Smiling her way past the doorman, and taking the elevator, Helena was taken aback to find that someone had left weird, unfamiliar symbols all over the buttons. 'Some kind of prank?' she thought, brows knitting. Still, the button seemed to work fine, and she knew the one she wanted anyway.
Walking into the hallway as the elevator's doors pinged open, she noticed similar symbols placed over each apartment's door. 'Definitely some idiot's idea of a joke.' she sighed, shaking her head, and actually missing Metropolis for a moment. Stepping over to her apartment's door, she tried to rub the things off it without success. Shrugging it off, she reached into her pocket and...
'Damn. I actually forgot my keys...' she closed her eyes, resting her head on the cool surface of the door in disbelief, 'Tonight is not my best performance ever.' Was she going to have to break into her own home, to top everything off? She could feel her temper flaring
"Open up you stupid piece of wood!” she growled, slamming her fist uselessly into the door, and, to her startled surprise, there was a tiny click as the door unlatched, then slowly swung open.
"I don't think I've ever been called that...” A richly amused voice observed, as a gorgeous woman dressed in skin-tight red stood revealed, her long mane of auburn hair cascading down her back, and amused mischief glittering in her hazel eyes.
"Still,” Rose said, her ruby lips curling in an inviting smile, “It's good to see you again, Helena. Welcome home.”
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There's a story that's meant to come with this piece, but it's pretty long, so, if you're interested you can find it at the source.
...or maybe I should make a forum post for it? I dunno...
You could put it in that comment and then hide it with a spoiler tag.
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I never care for stories. But this (and the art) was amazing
Really? Wow... I'm... sort of speechless ^^;
Heh. I like that she's leaning against Goliath... nice story too by the way.
Can't think of any other stone statue I'd rather have at my back ^_^... and thank you^^.
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This story is amazing, I have been following it from the beginning and I can't wait to see the next chapter and her further fall!
Thank you for the encouragement! ^^