(Helena)
It has been two weeks since the warehouse incident that took the black canary's life. Dinah has been acting like it hasn't affected her but I know it has. I know what its like to lose a mother . I know all the stages of the grieving process and Dinah is only in the first stage, denial. She wants to deny that she ever met her mother, she wants to deny that something bad happened to her. But that is not good, denial leads to other things; such as depression and urges to end your own life. I should know, I've been there.
I glance over at her from my place at the table, this was the first time in awhile that I have actually sat down and ate diner. Barbara says that it will help Dinah understand that she is not alone, not anymore. We are her family now and wouldn't have it any other way.
(Dinah)
I can feel Helena's eyes upon my lowered head. I keep it low so they don't see the hurt and anger in my eyes. Why do they care, they are of no relation to me. I am just some pesky teenager that crashed into their lives unexpectedly. I brought all my problems with me. One thing is for sure, it was my fault. My fault that my mother is now dead. My mother who would of thought that the black canary is or rather was my mother.
I sit there and push the pea's around on my plate. Why were they trying so hard. This was the first time since I got here that we actually sat down and ate diner together. I don't want their pity. I push away from the table and head toward the door grabbing my coat on the way. I just needed to get out of there for awhile, to clear my head of everything that was running through it. Slowly I make my way to the street's of Gotham below. The chilled air hits me in the face as I step out into a crowd of people and begin to walk with them. I needed someplace to think.
(Barbara)
I sit there watching both Dinah and Helena from the corner of my eye. Bother girls had so much happen to them. Some more recent than others but just as painful. Maybe I am trying to hard to help Dinah get over the loss of her mother. I still can't believe that the Black Canary was her mother. All this time we had her daughter under our roof and didn't even know it. My eyes focus entirely on Dinah as she suddenly pops up from the table and makes a break for the door. At the point in time I know that I am trying to hard.
(Helena)
I watch as Dinah makes a break for the door and disappears from sight, my early fears slowly creep back into my thoughts. I didn't know what to do. Should I follow her or let her be alone to think, god only knows how many times I snuck off into a dark place and either cried or hated myself.
(Barbara)
At this point in time I look to Helena. "Helena." I say quietly. "She needs a friend right now." I didn't bother to say who. I figured by the look on Helena's face, she would already know who she was. I slowly maneuver my chair into the main room to begin work on a new device that I had recently came up with. I knew that Helena would do the right thing.
(Helena)
I look to Barbara as she speaks then runs off or so to speak into the main room. It was left up to me. Why me, I am not a friend type...am I. Slowly I stand and make my way to the door grabbing my coat on the way. I guess there was only one way to find out. I shut the door behind me and make my way to the street's below. It felt weird not going out as Huntress, but Barbara said that she needed a friend not some superhero.