"... Three is 'a'... four is 'b'... five is 'd'... six is 'a'... Hannah, would you believe that I'm actually not blind? If I catch you texting in my classroom again, I'm going to throw your phone out the window."

Helena raised a brow at the blonde teenager sheepishly stowing her cell phone back in her backpack pocket. "Thank you," she said crisply before turning her gaze back to the answer sheet in front of her. Thank god it was sixth period. She'd already had to confiscate three phones that day, and she didn't really feel like doing so a fourth time. Some bitter girl always ended up writing rude things about her on the bathroom walls when she did.

"Seven is 'c'... eight is 'e'... nine is --" The emergency drill sounded shrilly around her, and her students exchanged puzzled glances with each other before turning to their teacher. "Uh, Ms. Bertinelli...? Is this a drill or what?" Helena scowled as she looked around. There had been no mention of a drill today - which meant that this likely wasn't one. Deep in the pit of her stomach, Helena suddenly had a horrible feeling. "Go outside," she barked. "Forget your stuff, just make like it's a drill - James, I said leave your stuff!" Sensing the urgency in their teacher's voice, the students quickly stood up and hurried out of the classroom. Helena waited until the last of them had exited before swooping down to retrieve her bag from under the desk.

It wasn't an earthquake or fire... so who knew if the Huntress might be needed.

Helena rushed out after her students, her bag slung over one shoulder. "Any idea what's going on?" asked one of her fellow teachers as they guided the students through the hallways. "Not a clue," Helena replied, grateful that she was tall for a woman as she moved through the sea of people. The question was answered as soon as they stepped out of the building. Screams erupted around her, and Helena's blue eyes widened at the sight of the city before her.

"Holy --!"

Any other time, she might have been a bit concerned by the expletives that escaped her lips while around her kids, but at that moment Helena had bigger things to worry about. Her instincts were to stay with her students and try to get them to safety, but Helena knew that the other teachers could do that well enough without her - but there were only a few others that could help against the threat itself. Helena pushed through the frantic crowd of teenagers, slipping behind one of the high school's portables. She dropped her bag to the ground and, after a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching the switch, stripped out of her civvies and quickly pulled on her Huntress uniform.

Time to kill some... whatever the hell those things were.

Getting downtown took longer than she would have liked, but it wasn't like she could keep her motorcycle in the bushes at school, not with all of those teenagers around. Thus, the Huntress was one of the last to arrive on the scene, much to her chagrin. She knew Batman already barely approved of her, and getting there late wouldn't help. It didn't look like they were having much luck without her anyway; Helena wasn't sure how much help she would be.

Releasing her grappling hook and landed on the street in time to hear Batman's orders, Helena pulled out her crossbow and began shooting at anything that didn't look terrestrial enough for her liking. She wasn't part of his crew, but he knew more about these things than she did. "Anyone know what the hell these things are?" Helena asked as she shot several arrows at one of the aliens, aiming for the usual soft spots: belly, throat, eyes, mouth. None appeared to have any sort of effect on the creatures, but hey. That wasn't going to stop Helena, not by a long shot. Sitting back and doing nothing wasn't an option. Something had to work - it was like Batman said, they had to have a weakness. They just needed to find it.