Huntress had never really been on this side of things since she grew up and learned how to kick ass; but here she was again, hurt and running away from the latest sicko who wanted her life for a stupid reason.
She spent two whole nights inside what could pass for a haunted forest, weakened by some stupid toxin, hungry and completely alone, before the league finally sent a team after her... and that’s when her new little problem began.
At first she only had little nightmares that scared her awake just as quickly as they disappeared from her mind, but two weeks later they were drawn out things that kept her captive in her own mind and led to what she really had trouble accepting from the whole situation. The nightmare themselves were simple things, mostly her child self curled up like a ball, hidden in the moments before her parents were murdered, nothing her shrink hadn’t gone through with her before; but the bed wetting she developed because of them was a hard pill to swallow.
No night went dry anymore and setting up alarms in the middle of the night to make her go pee only served to piss off her neighbors as they didn’t seem to wake her. Ever. So in those two weeks she went from reluctance to shameful acceptance and bought the whole baby kit.
Plastic coverings for her bed, pull-ups, rash cream, baby powder and wipes. Because it was all necessary. For her. Huntress.
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