She was running with nowhere in mind, just running across the country side that slowly gave way to the familiar black city streets. The streets gave way to houses and that slowly revealed family's gathering in the front yard. Her feet slowed and she saw bare feet as she touched grass. There was a man turning on a grill, a three year old girl with fiery red hair pulling at his pants. A smile turned on her face, this was home. This little house, the little red-headed girl, Vic, and her. Then a woman came out, she had sandy blonde hair and way too small clothes on. She walked over to him, pushed the child away, and kissed Vic full on the lips. No.

Furiously blinking her eyes open, a gasp escaped her throat. Her bed was warm, the sheets wrapped protectively around her bare skin.

"What the hell."

Something stirred next to her, looping an arm around her waist and pulling tightly. She knew who it was, she didn't need to fear him. A giggle almost escaped her lips as he pushed his face into her neck, only to have his eyes and nose tickled by her hair.

"Bad dream?" Of course, he always knew what was going on with her. She loved it most of the times, it was one of the reasons she let him get so close to her at first.

"No," she wriggled out of his grasp and turned to face him, "the worst nightmare ever."

"Maybe it was the churro you had after dinner. The cinnamon used to flavor it hypnotizes the mind into being addicted to it."

"How does that lead to nightmares?"

"Suddenly introducing and withholding addictive substances to and from your diet and bloodstream has various side effects. One of which is hallucinations." He nuzzled his face past her neck and rested his chin on her shoulder. Helena sighed as he spoke, his voice husky with sleep was music to her ears. His grip on her waist tightened and she giggled lightly as she felt herself being pulled back further into his arms. Lowering his head, he started to nibble where her neck and shoulders met.

"Vic," she tried to chastise him, "Victor, you have to leave soon."

"Why is that?" he mumbled into her neck, brushing away stray pieces of hair.

"My da—"

"Helena Fiona Wayne!" Helena felt Vic's arms go slack around her, and she felt herself start to tremble. Sensing her panic, Vic moved her behind him, his fingers tracing patterns on the inside of her wrist. Helena held her sheets to her chest, fear growing like a small bubble in the pit of her stomach. Bruce Wayne, Batman attire or not, was not a father who needed to be pissed off to take severe action.

"Dad! What are you—"

"I came home early and Alfred told me that you have a friend over. I was coming to see what you wanted for breakfast for once so Alfred wouldn't fall on the stairs. And now I see you in bed with Victor Sage! Helena he's the son of potheads, he most likely is one as well with all those conspiracies he manages to come up with!" Taking a few steps into his daughter's room, Bruce felt sick to his stomach with rage. No father wanted to walk in on their daughter after she had a boy spend the night with her, regardless of their ages.

"Dad I—"

"Mr. Wayne—"

"Enough! Victor you have three minutes to gather your clothes and be out of my house," Bruce's eyes narrowed at Victor's closeness to Helena in her bed in his house, "and never come back." Bruce leaned himself against the white and purple door and concentrated on slowing his breath and counting off the three minutes. Helena didn't notice the lack of warmth from her beloved red head's arms until she heard the muffled fwaap of a hoodie being pulled over his head. Blinking her eyes, she tried to make sense of what was happening. Why was he leaving? Why wasn't he standing up to her father? Why was her father doing this, she was nineteen and he was her boyfriend! She watched as Victor walked towards her father and spoke in a low voice to him. Her father's eyes widened and then narrowed before he hissed something at the ginger, pointing the direction in which the staircase that led to the front door was. Victor's shoulders slumped slightly and he walked steadily in the pointed direction. Helena wrapped her sheets the best she could around her and timidly ran across the carpeted floor. Her father grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a slight shake.

"It's bad enough I walked in on my daughter with a boy, but someone like him? I'm surprised you even know a boy like him Helena! What would your mother say?" His voice was stern and bordering on almost worry.

"Next time bang the guy where you know you won't be found." Bruce's eyes widened, pushing his daughter into her room and towards her bed.

"Diana would never—"

"Oh you aren't talking about my biological mother? 'Cause that's what she'd have said and you know it!" Helena winced at the sound of her voice screeching at her father. She didn't hate Diana, she loved her, she was the woman who raised her, the woman she called mother. But with her dad that term almost always meant her "mother."

"Helena, you are never to see him again! So help me if I see him with you, Batman will have a murder investigation on the top of his to-do list."

"I'm nineteen! I'm not a child, and you can't keep me from seeing him! I love him!"

"He obviously doesn't love you, otherwise why would he leave!" Helena felt her throat constrict and fought against the tears welling up in her eyes. Why was he doing this to her? Bruce registered what he said and took a step forward.

"Helena," his voice was soft as if he was approaching a wounded animal.

"I hate you! Get out, get out, get out! I hate you! You're not my father!" Holding the sheet with one hand she pushed Bruce back with every word she screamed until she slammed the door behind him and locked it. Sobbing she leaned against the door and slid down until she could hug her knees. Why was this happening to her?

The fight scene is not this chapter's shining moment. This was actually based on a dream I had that was the same up until Brucie boy came into the room. Unfortunatly I do not own Huntress or Question... Or the Justice League... I only own a vast imagination :3. Before anyone can get onto me about Huntress being Batman's kid with Catwoman, the original Huntress was just that. So yeah expanding my regions again while I have writer's block for my other stories which will be updated by next Friday. Some will even be re-written, looking back I was a very- childish writer. Reviews would be realllly nice since I have to go take the ACT in about seven hours and could use the small distraction.