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Helena stepped from the cab and took in the large apartment building in front of her. It was in a bad neighborhood but that didn't stop the building from being nice. Maybe the two goon-ish guys in front had to do with it still being nice. Helena plastered a soft feminine smile on her face and walked slowly to the doors. The two guys didn't even look at her face. They were too busy admiring her legs in the mini-skirt she'd worn. While they were obviously security, it was also just as obvious they were either new or just bad at it.

"Hey, boys," she purred at them, "I'm here to see Dickie." She knew she sounded like a bimbo, but around men like this is was pretty much the only stance to take...unless she was being Helena...then the only stance to take was "kick-ass".

The blond and bigger guy laughed, and it was one of those masculine ones where they think they know something the little woman doesn't. "You're here to see...dick?"

"Yeah, Dick Grayson?" She asked, still smiling, but a little less flirty. She was tired of the ogling of her legs by the two Neanderthals.

The other good, a slightly short redhead, wasn't any better. "His name is Dick?"

"Yeah," she replied, still smiling, but now sliding her hand for the small taser she kept in her purse.

The blond smiled. "Baby, if you want Dick, we can-..."

"Move so my guest can enter the building?" A voice interrupted from behind the wall of muscle. Helena smiled. Dickie really had better timing that the rat Bat.

"Sorry, boss," the redhead said quickly, pushing the blond to the side so the doorway was open. Dick Grayson, known to the criminals as Nightwing, stood there. He was wearing a cream sweater with just a hint of his chest peaking out. His black slacks fit him perfectly. Helena could have drooled.

"Hi Dick." Her voice was flirty again, but this time she meant it.

Dick smiled and held his hand out to Helena. With nothing better to do that night, she took it and let him guide her to the doors. Before she could say anything, he started to explain. "I know you didn't need my help, because you're a self-confident strong woman, but it made the he-man in me feel good. Would you begrudge me that?"

Helena smiled and took in Dick's lean, mean frame of masculinity. "My hero!" She whispered as she leaned close. Their lips touched, and it was electric. Dick wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and god she loved his arms.

"How about we put off dinner and christen my bedroom?" He asked against her lips, making them vibrate and the rest of her resonate.

"I thought you'd never ask..."

The room was dark, and the only sound was the Helena and Dick catching their breath. Sweaty limbs and the dark made Helena feel mellow and girly. Or maybe it was the fact that she just got completely and thoroughly fucked...either way...she was in a funny mood.

"Did I tell you I got a visit from Bats today?"

"You should've called the exterminator," Dick answered, running his long fingers through her hair, watching as it glistened in the spare light.

"I meant Batman."

"I know."

Helena laughed and it echoed through the dark room. She was getting goose bumps from being so exposed to the night air, but she didn't really feel like reaching down and grabbing the comforter. "Well that's lovely..."

Dick ran his hand down her side, causing her to arch her back and fall back against his chest. "What did he want?"

"I never took you for a cuddler, Dickie..."

"Don't change the subject."

"He invited me to join the Justice League."

Dick's hand froze. "Really?"

"Yeah. I told him no."

"He probably has ulterior motives."

"Yeah. That's why I told him no."

"What'd he say?"

"He disappeared. I think he wants me to think about it."

"And?"

Helena shrugged. "And?"

"Are you going to accept it?"

"I don't know. No. I'm not."

"You should."

"Why?"

"It's a good opportunity for you to make connections with other superheroes."

Helena rolled over, so that she was straddling Dick. "The only connection with another superhero I'm interested in right now is with you."

Dick laughed, causing things much lower to move against her. "Well that's nice to know." He flipped over, so that he was on top. "I'm serious though. I don't like Bruce anymore, but this could be good."

"Bruce?"

"Forget you heard that."

"Bruce?"

"Yeah, that."

"I don't know if I can. Batman is Bruce. Bruce who?"

Dick kissed her, and she forgot everything.

Somewhere about five hours later, they finally got out of bed. Helena was deliciously sore, and Dickie was hungry, sooo...she got to cook.

"I thought you were making me dinner?"

"I can't cook."

"You should've mentioned this before. I'd have brought Chinese. I hate to cook."

Dick watched as she sautéed onions to put on the steak sandwich, the steak was frying next to her. "It looks like you're good at it."

"My mother taught me when I was little. Sometimes she wasn't home and the maid was gone so I had to eat."

"Tell me about your parents."

Helena stiffened at the request. She didn't want to talk about her family. Not with him, not with anyone. He'd told her things though. Private things. He deserved a little reciprocation, so she sacrificed her need for privacy so that he'd know he meant something to her. That she trusted him.

"My parents were from Italian crime families. They married to unite them. It was all arranged, but they fell in love anyways. They had me and we moved here from Italy. When I was about five, one of my father's lackeys killed him. My mother died when I was ten in a car accident, but I've always thought she died from a broken heart. She was never the same after Dad was died."

Dick nodded. "I'm sorry, Helena."

"It's okay," she said with a small smile, setting the steak sandwich in front of him. "I know that you more than anyone understand my pain."

Dick nodded. "So...are you going to the Justice League?"

"Do you think I should?"

"Yeah."

"Even though it came from Bat-asshole?"

Dick laughed, and took a big bite of his sandwich, so his answer was muffled. "Too Dith Em eel."

"What?"

He swallowed and answered with a sheepish grin. "You give him hell."

"Now there's a thought. Maybe I should join just to irritate Bats. Find stuff out about him and use it against him!"

Dick laughed and pulled Helena around the table. "Don't do it on my account."

"I'm not. I can be a vindictive bitch all on my own."

"Don't I know it..."

Okay...that was the next chapter! Are we still loving?