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Elena Drake

@OnlyHalfBroken

We deserve to know in whom we are putting our trust. I will find the people beneath the masks. And if they are worth the title of heroes. —DCComics OC RPMC

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»» hand coming to rest a top of his shoulder. "God knows Gotham is famous for them."


»» "So what brought you here? Hiding from some fancy cougar?" Elena asks as she move closer to him, one of her »»


»» cause trouble? She was supposed to be fraternizing anyway. "One dance," she agreed, taking the offered hand. »»


»» she had come to find. Or at the very least, a complication she couldn't afford. And yet, would one dance really »»


He was more charming than she previously thought he was, which cost her a lot to admit. Charming men were dangerous, »»


»» She asks him, her voice coming softly as she move farther away from the door — and the people inside the hall.


»» just couldn't quite place him. Yet. "What about you? Do you always follow strange girls into dark balconies?" »»


»» the man was wearing a mask, and though she failed to recognized him, there was something familiar about him. She »»


»» a young man. "I just needed some fresh air." Elena finally said, acknowledging his words. Like everyone else »»


»» turned around to face the man. Surprised, quickly replaced annoyance, as she saw it wasn't an old pervert but »»


»» snappy comment she would have made otherwise, a fake smile taking it's place on her lips instead, and quickly »»


»» belong to one of the many sleazy older men at the party. Remembering she had a role to play, she swallowed the »»


»» hide her initial annoyance at the new comer. She had not recognized the voice, yet the words made her think it »»


»» from them, but shortly after slipping into an empty balcony her solitude was interrupted. Her mask helped »»


»» the point where escape became her only option. For a brief moment Elena actually believed she had gotten away »»


She had lasted a whooping thirty minutes at the party before feeling so overwhelmed by everyone's stupidity to »»


»» magnificent of it all. Then she remind herself she had something to do, and lost herself in the crowd.


»» she might have as well slipped into another era. For a moment, she was caught in the moment. Swept away by the »»


»» she had been given, Elena followed the sound of voices until she reached the ballroom. The music, the costumes, »»


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