I've been watching her for over a week now. She moves like a sleek predator, and I can see so much of her mother in every leap and turn she takes. The Huntress, as she calls herself, is as much a part of the night as I am. She wears no mask, a risk that neither Catwoman nor I had ever taken. I don't know if it's just her being cocky, or if she's just thinks that no one will recognize her.

How could they forget her? She's got those beautiful blue green eyes, another blend between her mother and me. I've seen her as an adult, working in that ridiculous bar when she should have been in college, and I know that no one would ever forget her. She didn't notice me, as she poured me a shot of whiskey. The disguise I was wearing hid the reality that her absentee father had returned to New Gotham to check up on her.

Alfred told me I should be proud of her, and I am. Proud of the Huntress, but I'm less than impressed with the life choices of Helena Kyle. I wish she'd move into the manor. But the way she felt about the Bruce Wayne's home was my own fault. I left it in her name, but she hasn't been back since she moved in with Barbara Gordon. Oracle watches over her now, Alfred tries to offer guidance, but Helena is stubborn. She is my child.

I shoot a line to catch up with her. Huntress' metahuman abilities allowed her to dance from rooftop to rooftop without the lines and gadgets that I rely on. I watched as she took on a gang of thugs, kicking the shit out of each of them. I can see the fury in her eyes as one of them tries to knife her, and smile as she drives the heel of her hand into his face shattering his nose in a shower of blood and cartilage.

I nearly leap to help her as one of the last gang bangers pulls out a gun, and levels it on her. "Tell you what," she said as she stalked towards him like a deadly panther. I can see as her eyes shift from human to cat, and the thug sees it too. His hand is shaking as he tries to decide if he should shoot or run. "Drop the gun, and I won't kick your ass into next week. But I promise you this. I will take you out before you can hit me more than once. So do you think you can take me out with one shot? Do you?"

She jumped towards him, her long coat billowing behind her, making her look even more frightening than she was. The punk dropped the gun, and ran for all he was worth. Huntress let him go, kicking the gun into the sewer before putting cuffs on the unconscious men.

Yes, the Huntress, she is my daughter. She's cocky enough to be. That's for damned sure.