Helena was out wandering like she was most nights, scouting or hunting or just enjoying the time under the moon. It wasn't the same as patrolling in Gotham – she wasn't in costume, for starters – but it wasn't bad. Maybe a little boring –

Until the scream. She froze for an instant, then moved, running hard in the direction of the familiar sound. The moonlight filtered through the trees, playing oddly on her skin, but she barely noticed. She was focused on her goal, which was – probably that trench dug into the ground.

She pulled up, falling into a defensive stance as she took in the situation. Which was so not what she expected to see. She stared at the guy laying on the ground, then cast a look back at the busted hut. Torn between amusement and confusion, she glanced back at Jason. “Damn. Are you getting your ass kicked by Black Canary?”