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Title: Rescue Me

Author: Stephaniand

Rating: M

Genre: Romance/Sci-Fi

Perspective: Third Person Interchangeable Point-Of-View

Pairing: Myka/HG

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Chapter 1

The lights of Gotham City shone bright in the late hours of the night. The only sounds to be heard were those of late-night traffic, the aggravated sighs of day-workers who, stuck in motionless traffic, shouted their frustration at other angry workers. While for some, the day was coming to an end, for others the night was just starting. Music pounded loudly in nightclubs, laughter fell out drunkenly onto the streets, sweaty bodies moved to the rhythm, letting the lights blend together. But outside, the black of the night sky stayed uninterrumpted.

Except for two bright eyes and the creepiest grin, watching the city, waiting in the dark.

Being a defender of the weak and helpless, an enforcer of the law means no vacations. Crime never rests. Helena knew this. Caturanga, her butler, reminded her of it constantly. With great power comes great responsability, blah, blah, blah. Old man wasted precious breath. And it was on nights like these that she felt the most alive.

She was out with her coworkers. From her day-job, of course. She was already five-shots in and feeling the influence, in the shape of the grasping hands of Myka, her best friend and also a coworker, who was quite intoxicated as well, all but begging her to accompany her to the dance floor.

Well, who was Helena to deny her the pleasure?

They tumbled and stumbled among the writhing bodies, laughing the whole while. Helena watched, entranced, gracefully navigating the dance floor in her sky-high heels, as the strobe lights danced and created wondrous shapes on her friend's skin, who guided her along with only their warm hands reassuringly connected, until they got to the center of the dance floor.

Myka, looking satisfied and grinning mischievously, grabbed both of Helena's wrists and pulled her body deliciously closer. The raven-haired beauty did not appear surprised, it was on nights like these when the two friends, heavily intoxicated and filled to the brim with excited energy, ditched unworthy dance partners, and took delight in each other's much more pleasurable company, moving as one; letting heavy breaths mingle together, unheard over the loud beats.

As a new song started, Myka turned her body around in Helena's arms, reaching up to take her hands, letting them sweep across the front of her sparkling blue dress, across her heated body, until they reached her hipbones, and kept them there. She turned her head to the side, letting her straightened dark brown hair rest on her right shoulder, as she threw her head back, rested it on Helena's shoulder, as whispered in her ear, letting lips faintly ghost over her porcelain skin.

"I love this song."

And with that their bodies writhed and melded together to the pounding rhythm, her lips constantly but lightly brushing against the sensitive skin of Helena's neck, who looked straight ahead, even as her eyes fluttered closed, her neck stretched wanting to feel more, and her mouth opened, yearning to press her lips to heated skin as wave after wave of desire ran through her. A desire that was familiar, that came with the frustration of never being truly sated.

And now my heart's gone cold,
And the one who brings it back,
Is you.

Myka wouldn't let Helena's hands move from her grasp, choosing instead to meld her back to Helena's front, move both their bodies in time to the music.

So pick me up.

Until finally she felt her grip loosen, and Myka's lips trailed slowly down her neck, making shivers shoot up and down her back, until they were gone, and felt her hands travel upwards on the other woman's body.

Pick me up,
Take me out,
Turn it on.

They found their destination in delightfully full breasts, which easily molded into her gentle hands. But they were removed,
much too soon, unfortunately. The body in front of her wasted no time in turning itself, and she opened her eyes to emerald ones filled with a dazed hunger, an insatiable lust, and felt the vibrations of a wanton moan come from Myka's lips, reverent in the pronunciation of a single name.

"Helena."

Pick me up.
Are you ever gonna do that?
Are you ever gonna do that?

She hadn't a time to dwell on the deliciousness of the proximity of Myka's pink lips before said woman was once again pulling her off the dance floor, so fast that the lights and the bodies whizzed by. Before she knew it, her back was slammed harshly into a wall, knocking the air out of her lungs. She tried to open her eyes but before she could try hot lips were pressed on her skin, and it was all she could do to breathe out, steel her own self, and press her hands against the other woman's shoulders. Her hands, however, betrayed her mind, they caressed every part of that tanned, silky skin. They encouraged the other woman to continue her ministrations, with augmenting fervor. Whose velvety lips never once left her skin. Who now whispered her name again, in the form of a plea.

"Helena..."

"Myka, we can't." Helena fought against small hands until she could grasp her lovely face, making sure those eyes were looking straight into hers before continuing, "darling, what if someone should see us."

Myka grasped onto Helena's wrists and leaned into the warm touch, her eyelids hooded, stare targeting plump lips which were simply so, so close "I don't care."

"You shall tomorrow."

Myka's gaze finally found hers, emerald green forests meeting the darkness of the night sky. They clashed together in a world of wonder and battles that raged, all the things they didn't say, that went implied. Clear as if screamed with a megaphone in the light of day, not whispered and lost to the music on dark, drunken nights like this.

"I only care about tonight."

It was at that time fate chose to lay its heavy hand. Suddenly, a crash and screams were heard over the music, which promptly stopped. Helena's head shot up.

Crime never rests.

She knew the sounds of catastrophe weren't coming from inside the club, but from the streets. It was time to leave. She quickly disentangled herself from Myka's touch. Her best friend looked confused, and a silent yet solemn inquiry met her eyes.

It went unanswered. She could not give her any vocal reassurance, and the chalkboard-scratching sounds of maniacal laughter now permeated the walls. She pressed a button on her belt, knew her invisible car would wait for her at the entrance. It was with a slight difficulty that she moved between the panicked bodies, sprinting towards the exit and climbing over each other in their haste. A second crash was heard, this time much closer.

"Batty... come out, come out wherever you are!"

It seemed the clown had come out to play. He knew better. It was stunts like this that landed him right back where he belonged, in Arkham. Not that he ever decided on an extended stay. It was of no bother to her person, however, it made for much more entretainment than she originally planned.

Maybe she could even try out her new toys.

It was exactly as her mind had this thought that she finally slipped into invisibility. As the gears changed, she pressed the auto-pilot, and answered a call from Caturanga while a side cabinet opened, and the Bat-mask fell onto her lap. She wasted no time in changing, her leathers sliding onto her body like a second skin. Caturanga spoke.

"-Donovan will be joining you soon, H.G."

"That won't be necessary." Said she.

It was Claudia who now spoke, "I've just locked on your location. The Joker is there. He has escaped from Arkham."

"I am aware."

"He needs a return ticket."

"And I shall provide him with one."

With these words the car screeched to a stop, and she climbed out through a hatch in the roof. The night served to conceal her as she took out her handy grappler, pointed it towards a roof, and let it shoot up and grasp the side of the brick building. In a moment she too was at the top, looking over the city, the Bat Signal glowing bright on the dark clouds behind her. Even from her high perch she could hear the laugh of a psychopath.

"What have we here? So much fun and no one to play with!" Harley Quinn, followed by her diabolical hyenas, cartwheeled out of the Gotham Museum, balancing a large bag in her arms. There was a hole of gigantic proportions on the side of the building. She could only assume that they had come for the Diamond. Harley laughed, merry and delighted.

Her happiness was short-lived, due to a heavy-handed slap across her face.

"Be careful with that diamond, Harley, you might just break it with your stupidity!" He had the most hideous snarl on his clownish face.

"But puddin'-" she whimpered.

"And shut your mouth!"

It was at that moment a single shot was heard, and both criminals, as well as Helena, quickly turned their heads to a single woman, standing tall in a blue sparkly dress in the middle of the chaos, gun pointed at the Joker's face.

"Police!" she exclaimed with authority, "put your hands where I can see them!"

Myka.