Helena felt the light tickle in her left foot originally. It slowly climbed up her ankle and twisted itself around her calf and squeezed. Yelping softly, she fell to the side and stretched her legs. She was supposed to go shopping with Diana, but she had locked the door after banning her father from her room.

"Helena I know your upset with your father, but please at least come down for a snack," Diana's strong firm voice wasn't muffled in the slightest by her door and Helena almost smiled at the thought. Grabbing her sheet that was awkwardly wrapped around her, she shuffled over to her bathroom. Unlike the rest of her room, it was a deep blue accented by a lighter blue. Closing the door behind her out of habit, she stood before her mirror and took in her appearance. Her hair was slightly matted and she could see fading lines on her face from the seams of her pillows. Her eyes were bright, but sad. Her skin seemed to glow slightly, and there was a red blob peeking out from underneath the sheet on her neck. Dropping the sheet, she starred her reflection in the eyes and reevaluated her appearance. Reaching up a hand to cover the bright red mark on her neck she smiled slightly, closing her eyes. Then she remembered: he left her. The smile faded from her face as her eyes opened suddenly and her hand dropped to her side.

"He didn't love you did he? Your dream is the truth. He's going to marry some bleach headed busty tramp and have a child with her. You won't exist to him at all," she spoke evenly and firmly to herself despite the tears forming. After a moment she allowed herself a slight sob before turning on the hot water to her shower and stepping in. For a moment she stood under the steaming water, letting herself cry silently. Reaching for her shampoo, she squeezed out enough to cover her palm thickly and lathered it for a moment between her two hands before leaning away from the water and fiercely scrubbing her hair. The smell of lavender invaded her nose as suds slithered down the sides of her face. Throwing her head back under the stream of water, she resisted a scream of pain. Her fierce scrubbing had cut into her scalp, soap and hot water alike glazing over the scratches. Forcing her fingers through her thick locks, she grimaced at the amount of suds that she squeezed out of her hair before letting the water pressure wash away the rest.

"Helpless little girl. Barely legal. He never needed you."

She reached for the conditioner, not even bothering to put it in her hands but opting to squeeze it directly into her hair before slamming the bottle back on the rack.

"Three year difference didn't matter then. All that mattered that you were willing to love him."

Her hands viciously massaged the conditioner in, this time she cried out as it seeped into her cuts. After a moment she threw her head back under the water, not to rinse out the conditioner but to feel the hot water fall onto her face. Whipping away as water sloshed up her nose, she turned off the water and wrung her hair out before she stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. Wrapping it around her lithe body, she walked back to her mirror and looked her reflection in the eyes. Her hair hung in wet clumps around her face, small streams of water forming only to meet the fluffy edge of the towel.

"It doesn't matter. Even if you still love him."

LOCATION: Bat Cave

"What are you thinking Victor? Do you want her to end up hurt from this?"

"No."

"Then why are you doing this to her!"

"Because I—"

"There are rules about this! You don't date teammates or sleep with a teammate's daughter!"

"Well gee Bruce, you and Diana worked out pretty well. Not to mention you and Catwoman, guess there's nothing in the rules about sleeping with the enemy."

Bruce ran a hand through his hair before collapsing in the chair across from Vic. Vic sighed before pushing his hair back.

"Bruce I love her. I don't care that she's Batman's and Catwoman's daughter. To me she's Helena. I don't care if I have to keep my theories to myself or hide the fact that I'm The Question. I love her."

Bruce looked up and locked eyes with the man sitting across from him. His eyes were bright and his posture was definite. His eyes hardened as he took in his state of dress, thin grey work out sweats and a light colored hoodie. He made up his mind and locked eyes once more with Victor.

"You will stay away from Helena, both as Victor Sage and The Question." Victor stood silently and walked to the hero exit before glancing over his shoulder.

"You're not the only person who loves her Bruce. Diana, me, Wally, John— we all love her." He opened the door and let it slam shut behind him. Bruce's throat tightened and he sighed deeply, letting his head drop into his hands and his posture to crumble.

"I know. And it scares me," he whispered into his hands.


So yeah um— Helena's a bit well… Overly dramatic? Well a lot, but I think I might be pushing it to the limit. All I can say is that Bruce will have a lot more of that drama to deal with (I feel bad for him!). I must apologize for ANY Batman-bashing, I love the guy, but it has to do with the whole package of being a father not wanting his little girl to grow up. I'm the second eldest of five kids and my dad still refuses to realize that I actually have a boyfriend and I'll be a junior in a few months. There will be more fights between the two of them but on a much smaller scale, but there will be a big one between them when— wait I have revealed too much! But I can say Diana and Alfred will be making their big entrances in the next chapter! Oh yeah and I don't own Justice League... Sadly, but I can still dream... One day 3