“Damn girl, why is your blanket so fucking heavy? You stashing bricks in here?”
Helena Bertinelli had not asked, nor wanted, help moving her things into their new compound/hideout/home (depends on who you ask). She didn’t have much, just the duffle she brought over from Italy, and all of her weapons. Helena did not need Dinah and her ‘superior’ packing skills to move three bags at most. But, somehow, she still had her.
Helena reaches for her lilac-colored weighted blanket but Dinah pulls it back.
“I didn’t know they were weaponizing blankets now.” Dinah laughs.
Helena huffs but refuses to make eye contact with the other woman, “Funny. Give it. I’ll pack it up myself.”
“I can pack your murder blanket.”
“It’s not a murder blanket” Helena snaps, “It’s a weighted blanket.”
Dinah, sensing that ‘Rage Huntress’ was about to make an appearance, handed over the blanket without a further word. But as she watched Helena carefully fold the blanket and put it in the bag with all of her personal items, Dinah made a mental note to look up what the fuck a ‘weighted blanket’ was.
Dinah looked up what the fuck a weighted blanket was and now she felt a little like an asshole.
A lot of an asshole.
They had joked about their issues before. Helena and her rage. Renee and her drinking. Dinah and her mommy issues. But this made everything real. More real than watching Helena stab people with her crossbow long after they died.
Violence was part of the gig. Dinah was used to it. Sometimes things are too hard to process, so you stab or drink your way through. Sometimes you avoid something that is part of your very essence for years and work for a really shitty guy and his even shittier boyfriend…
You fight and drink and repress your way through. And then you die. That’s how things tended to go.
But Helena with this weighted blanket?
The image of Helena curling up under that blanket was the cutest thing she could think of, but it also broke her heart. And it’s not like she could just ask ‘Hey, Helena, which one of your childhood traumas has led you to get a weighted blanket? All of them? Oh, that’s cool.’
Dinah does more research. And more research. And more research. Enough that she feels like she deserves Harley’s PhD more than the clown girl does. Her final diagnosis? Touch deprivation and anxiety. Anxiety? Sad but expected. Touch deprivation? Very fucking sad and very much not expected. It makes sense though. Being raised by assassins to avenge your family that was killed in front of you? Doesn’t seem like a touchy feely environment.
So Dinah starts a list. A list of things she can do to make sure Helena gets her ‘touches’ for the day. She won’t say anything, just watch Helena (more than usual) and make sure that she’s doing ok. And if that means post-fight check-ins by way of food or arcade games at that pizzeria Helena likes, then so be it.
So, Helena isn’t quite sure what the fuck is happening, but she’s 53% sure that Dinah has been taking her on dates? After every one of their fights, Dinah always drags her off for food, specifically making sure Renee doesn’t come with them.
Sure, Helena isn’t the savviest person out there, but she knows when someone is flirting with her.
At least, she thinks she does?
Like right now. Helena is watching Dinah walk away to get more tokens for them to play skee ball. One, Dinah’s ass is great and Helena makes sure to thank God for it during her morning prayers. Two, this is definitely a date! There was pizza! And Dinah wiped off the pizza sauce Helena got on her cheek.
DINAH WAS ALWAYS TOUCHING HER!
Dinah always finds a way to touch her in some small way whenever they see each other. Whether it is throwing her legs across Helena’s lap during one of Renee’s cop movies. Or sitting next to her in the booth, even if there was room for them all to spread out. Or what about when they’re walking back to their hideout and Dinah jumps on her back because she’s tired?
Dinah is short-circuiting Helena’s brain on the regular, and Helena isn’t sure how much more she can take.
Helena sees Dinah walking back, the sway in her hips shortening Helena’s already threatened life span, and bolsters her spirits. Quickly she grabs her beer and finishes in one, large gulp. She’s going to ask Dinah what the fuck is going on (in a really nice way) and then tell her that she wants to be her girlfriend (do people still use the word girlfriend?).
Dinah drops the cups of tokens on the table, “They have a new shooting game that Renee would love. We gotta bring her next time.”
Helena falters, maybe this isn’t a date. “Yeah, and the kid. Bet she’d love trying to cheat the rigged games.”
Dinah laughs, “Might as well invite Harley.”
Helena smiles but feels like she’s drowning on the inside. This place wasn’t special. The two of them coming here together wasn’t special. She wasn’t special.
She swallows the lump in her throat, “Are you ready to have your ass kicked in air hockey?”
And yeah, Helena did.
Dinah and Helena left the arcade to a horrible downpour.
“Fuck, I fucking hate this fucking rainy city,” Helena complains.
“No you don’t, it matches your gloomy aesthetic.” Dinah smiles at Helena before looking around. Shit, no taxi to be seen. “Looks like we have to make a run for it.”
Dinah shoves the small squid that Helena had won for her into her jacket. She puts her hair in a ponytail, “Let’s go crossbow killer.”
Helena rolls her eyes as she surveys their surroundings. “There’s too many puddles.”
Helena points to Dinah’s open toe heels, “Your feet are going to get wet, and then you’ll get a cold.”
Dinah rolls her eyes. What is with this girl being such an awkward mess that Dinah felt the need to kiss her senseless?
“Then I’ll catch influenza. And then I’ll die. It’s 2020, I’ll take some DayQuil and I’ll be just fine.” Dinah rolls her eyes at the taller girl.
“Your legs are short.”
Dinah watches Helena’s eyes widen at her own words as if she wasn’t the one in control of her mouth. With a raised eyebrow Dinah doesn’t have to say anything.
Helena swallows hard and painfully stutters out, “Not that that’s bad. I think you have great legs.”
“Are you getting at something? Or are you just trying to get me to kick your ass? With my great legs, of course.”
It’s Helena’s turn to roll her eyes. The younger woman turns her back to Dinah and crouches.
“Get on,” Helena tells her.
Dinah immediately jumps on Helena’s back. Helena lets out a cute huff turned quiet whine as Dinah wraps her legs and arms around her.
“I thought I’d have to convince you,” Helena mutters.
Dinah laughs, “With your long legs I’m sure you could run us home faster.” The singer flexes her thighs around Helena’s waist. “Anyway, I’m always up to riding my favorite crossbow killer.”
The hitch of Helena’s breath alerts Dinah that maybe she went too far with her flirtation. Dinah loosens her thighs but is stopped by Helena’s arms holding them tight around her.
“Let’s get home,” Helena mutters. If it weren’t for Dinah’s head tucked into the crook of Helena’s neck she would have missed it due to the rain. But she heard it. And she felt it.
Having Dinha wrapped her was like a high. Not that Helena had ever done drugs. They were stupid. The drugs. But Dinah? She was not stupid. She was great. And warm. And Helena was already planning ways to get Dinah on her like this again.
(In all honesty, Helena’s brain couldn’t help but remember that scene in Twilight… with the spider monkey. Not that she was as fast as Edward Cullen. Or as lame. Edward Cullen was lame as fuck. And Helena Bertinelli was cool as fuck. And Dinah Lance was like a million times better than Bella Swan. If anything Helena was Leah Clearwater because that girl was cool and badass. And Dinah was Kate Denali because Kate had powers and was super pretty and was maybe a succubus? (Helena got her Twilight lore and canon mixed up sometimes) And the two of them would date. And it would be like the coolest thing ever. And they would totally have the hottest se-)
“Do you have plans on going inside? Or are we going to stand in the rain until you remember how to walk up the stairs?”
At some point during her drunken Twilight musings, they must have gotten back to the hideout and Helena just...kept thinking about Twilight, which is something she did regularly while drunk. Helena thanks every deity she can think of that Dinah can’t see her flushed face right now.
Helena grunts, she can’t find her voice and walks into the building. Dinah tries to get off of her back but Helena just holds her tighter.
“You can’t walk me up the stairs, Drunky McGee.” Dinah teases in her ear.
“Can too.” And ok, maybe Helena’s voice is a little slurred. But she’s positive she’s not really drunk, it’s just the effect of having Dinah so close to her. “Won’t let anything happen to you.”
Dinah sighs against her neck, “I know.”
Helena’s not sure if she imagines the light kiss pressed to her neck, but it gives her the extra strength to carry Dinah up two flights of stairs AND walk her to her bedroom door as well.
Dinah slides down her back slowly, but her arms are still around Helena’s neck. Helena turns slowly so that they’re facing each other. Dinah’s breath smells like those garlic knots that Helena loves so much.
“Thanks for the ride.” Dinah whispers as her hands play with Helena’s baby hairs.
Helena nods, eyes wide as she tries to soak in everything about this moment. “Anytime.”
Dinah leans in and presses a soft kiss to the corner of Helena’s mouth, “Sweet dreams Helena.”
Helena is frozen to the spot as she watched Dinah walk into her room. When the door closes Helena snaps into the moment, she’s able to stop herself from laughing before she can get into her room.
The deadly, Twilight loving woman throws herself onto the mattress in the corner of the room and laughs loudly into her pillow. She flops onto her back once she’s done and grins up to the ceiling.
Helena rolls onto her back and whispers her name to the ceiling. “Dinah.”
She could still feel the phantom touches of Dinah’s soft fingers. Helena rubs her the back of her neck in hopes of simulating the feeling again. God, Dinah's touch felt so good.
Touch Starvation. That’s what this was. The desolation Helena felt in her body that led her to be anxious, lonely, and angry. Helena missed people. Missed being a person worth softness in someone’s eyes. She would let someone in… if someone could want her.
Helena quickly takes off her dirty clothes and jumps under the covers. She pulls her weighted blanket fully over her curled up form and smiles.
Tonight was a good night.
Dinah’s in the kitchen rolling out the crust for the quiche she is making when Harley comes in through the window.
“Whatcha doing little bird?” The manic woman asks as she sits down on the counter next to her.
“Where’s the kid?” Dinah asks without missing a beat.
Harley laughs, “She’s fine. Probably still sleeping. We had a long night, and you know sleep is good for a growing girl her age.”
Dinah rolls her eyes, “Unlike the illegal activity the two of you get into. What do you want?”
“Can’t I just want to see my favorite little-
“Harley, I am trying to make a quiche, which is more difficult than I thought. Get on with it.”
Harley frowns and folds into herself, her eyes on the floor, “Pammy’s back in town. Got in a few nights ago, she was in the Amazon helping rebuild the trees and getting rid of a few loggers.” Harley lets out a dreamy sigh, “She’s a good egg like that.”
“You want us to watch the kid while you guys fuck?” Dinah laughs out, “Glad to know you have boundaries, Harley.”
“Not exactly,” Harley snags a piece of bell pepper and eats it, “Ya see, Pammy doesn’t exactly trust me-
“-when it comes to matters of the heart.” Harley finishes with the frown, “But I love her a lot birdie, a lot. But Pammy is a little… hesitant about-
Harley kicks at Dinah, “Stop interrupting me! And we fuck. We fucked before I got here, thank you very much.”
Dinah laughs, “What? You want a ‘congrats on the sex’ cake?”
Harley jumps off the counter and opens her arms like a showman, “What I need is for you and the other birds to come to my place tonight. Show Pammy that I’m a changed woman. Y’know, show her I’m ready to commit! That I got good friends, and that I am definitely over Mistah J!”
Giving up on rolling the crust for the quiche, Dinah sighs, “Ivy doesn’t know any of us. Well, maybe Montoya. But why would your girl give a flying fuck about us?”
“Because you gals are great! You’re cleaning up the streets of Gotham. And killing men! She loves that.”
“Who loves what?” A sleep-filled voice asks from the door.
Helena stood there in her rumpled sleep shirt and shorts rubbing her eyes. Her usually gelled hair was sticking out at all angles. Dinah bites back a smile, wondering how it was possible for Helena to be this cute.
“Harley wants us to get in some lesbian drama for her,” Dinah tells Helena with a smile.
As expected a small blush makes it way across Helena’s face.
“Yeah, Renee told me to avoid stuff like that. So that’s a no for me,” Helena tells Harley as she drags her hands over her face.
Harley bounds up to the unaware girl and throws her arms around her neck. Helena jumps and tries to back out of it, but Harley has her in a strong grip, “This is a life or death situation, Helena. I love Pammy and I need her to know that I’m serious about this new me. You ever been in love Bowie?”
Dinah is thankful for her inability to look away from Helena when she’s in a room because without it she would have missed the most damning evidence. Helena’s eyes quickly glance at her before looking back at Harley.
Dinah finds herself unable to exhale for a moment. The singer looks down for a moment and forces herself to breathe, she could do this. She could have this. She could have Helena. Dinah just needed to plan and wait for things to develop naturally. She wouldn’t jump Helena the moment Harley left. No. The younger (?) girl deserved more. Dinah would wine and dine Helena, and then devour her.
Dinah tunes back into the conversation to see Helena bites her lip as she shrugs, “So I just have to show up and be a character witness?”
Harley squeals as she pulls Helena into a crushing hug. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
“What the fuck is all that noise?!”
They all freeze. They had awoken Renee.
“Ok. Dinner is at 7 so bring your own food or don’t show up until 8!” Harley dives out of the window.
Dinah snorts as she goes back to rolling out the dough. Harley might be crazy, but- well that was it. Harley is crazy. But she is also Dinah’s friend, so if Harley wants help wooing Poison Ivy then she’ll get it.
“What are you making?”
Dinah jumps. She was so focused on the dough and Harley’s antics that she hadn’t heard Helena come up behind her.
“Quiche,” Dinah tells her as she looks back at Helena.
She’s rewarded with a smile from Helena, “I love quiche.”
Dinah finds herself subconsciously leaning backward into heat that Helena always seemed to be radiating. A tiny gasp and the sound of shuffling feet, and Dinah feels Helena pressing in closer.
Helena’s nose is practically against her neck. And is Helena sniffing her?
“What the fuck is going on in here? No fucking in the kitchen.”
As expected Helena jumps back from Dinah and nervously runs her hand through her hair. Dinah glares at Renee, who gives her a shit-eating grin back.
“Unlike you, I don’t fuck in places that aren’t my bedroom or car.” Dinah snaps as she goes back to the quiche, “Helena go take a shower, we need to take you shopping for new clothes.”
“What’s wrong with my clothes?”
Renee snorts as she begins making coffee, “Other than you dress like one of those goth kids that scare the shit out of me whenever I pass their store in the mall?”
Helena stands a little taller, “You saying I scare you?” She does that tiny grin that melts Dinah down to her uterus, “Nice.”
“We’re having dinner with someone who actually has taste, you can’t wear your usual holey black shirt and pants,” Dinah tells Helena with an eye roll.
Helena looks down at her sleep clothes and frowns.
“Helena you’re hot. You look good in anything. Think of this as a reason to look hot in something new.” Dinah offers, hoping to cheer up the taller woman.
“You guys going out?” Renee asks with a smirk.
Dinah smiles back, “Yep. So are you. All three of us are going to Harley’s to have dinner with her, Cass, and Ivy. You can’t say no unless you want Harley to kidnap you.”
Renee closes her eyes and lets out a long sigh.
Helena gently pumps up her arm, “Go lesbian drama.”
Helena bounces on the balls of her feet as she tries to distract herself from the revealing outfit Dinah had decided to wear. Velvet black pants and a golden flowy shirt? And the shirt was practically see-through? Was Dinah trying to kill her? Helena gripped the container of food in her hands. Helena shook her head in hopes to get it clear of any breast thoughts.
“What the fuck is taking Harley so long to answer the god damn door?” Renee grumbles she looks at Helena, “I can’t believe you made a fucking lasagna.”
Helena looks down at her container and frowns, “What’s wrong with lasagna?”
“Never thought you’d be such an ass kisser.”
“You made banana pudding. You’re the ass kisser!” Helena bites back.
Renee smirks, “Ellen says that’s one of best skills.”
Why was Dian laughing? Helena’s face scrunches up as she tries to connect the dots. Lasagna. Pudding. Ass Kisser. Renee’s kind of ex-girlfriend. Skills. Ass Kisser. Ass kissing. Girlfriend-
The wide oak doors open, revealing a beautiful woman with light green skin and flaming red hair. Helena didn’t know much about the other woman other than her dalliances with Harley and her love for saving the earth. But now Helena could jot down that she was beautiful too.
“What can I help you with tonight ladies?” The smooth voice of one Pamela Isley asks them as she leans against the door frame.
Before Renee or Dinah can answer Helena can feel her mouth opening against her will.
Helena wants to close her eyes, regretting what she said before it even left her mouth, but she seems to be frozen. Her face is hot, and she’s sure that’s bright red right now. She side-eyes Dinah and Renee who are both staring at her like she has three heads… or like she just blurted out anal.
Ivy lets out a smokey laugh, “Is that a question? Or are you offering?”
“Pammy what’s taking so long! The hot pockets are getting cold!”
“Uhhhhhhhh-” Helena starts, not even sure what she was about to say.
Dinah’s warm, vanilla sugar smelling hand comes to rest on top of Helena’s mouth. Thank god.
“We’re friends of Harley. She invited us?” Dinah says with a smile.
Ivy nods as she looks over the three of them, “Her little birds, right. Come in and have a searing hot pocket.”
“I made lasagna.” Helena croaks as she offers the container to the other woman.
“Anal and lasagna? A girl after my own heart.” Ivy winks before gesturing for them to enter the house.
Before Renee steps in she looks at Helena and shakes her head, “Sees one pretty woman and loses her god damn mind.”
Dinah puts a hand on Helena’s bare bicep and pulls Helena into her, “Poison is pretty, but she’s taken. And unless you want to be on Harley’s bad side-
“No. No. I don’t want that. With her. I mean, I’ve never tried- Not that you need to know. But I was just distracted and panicking. And I don’t want that… with her.” Helena stutters out as she looks down at the suddenly scalding hot container in her arm.
Dinah smiles at her and squeezes her arm a little tighter, “Good.
“Yeah?” Helena asks.
Dinah nods her head, “Yeah.”
Helena smiles. It feels like they’ve discussed something big while not discussing anything at all. Helena hopes that this conversation was bigger than… butt stuff… for Dinah.
“Ew, stop flirting and give me that lasagna,” Cassandra demands as she runs to the door.
Dinah backs away from Helena and smiles at the teenager, “Not with that attitude you little shit. Show us where the kitchen is and I might give you one of these ginger beers.”
Helena watches Dinah follow Cassandra into the house. She felt dizzy all of a sudden. And her heart was beating really fast. Was she dying? Was she in love? Was she suddenly interested in anal? The answer to two of those questions was yes, and the other answer was ‘isn’t everyone’?