As promised..
It continues right after chapter two when Helena meets the Clowned Prince of Crime.

Cat's Cradle: CHAPTER 3- Hell Hath No Fury Like A Catwoman Scarred

::What happened back there, Hel?:: I heard Oracle on the comlink.

"Nothing." I said as I climbed a section of a building.

::You sure?:: She said, questionably.

"Yep."

I heard her sigh on the other line. Which usually ment that we had some crime scene to investigate.

"What is it?"

::A double Homicide.:: I heard her say.

"What are the coordinates?"

::20-20 Gotham Ave. It's near the Bagel shop. ::

"I'll be there."

::Be careful::

"I always am. Huntress out." I said pressing the comlink to turn it off.

The place was crawling with police detectives. I should have known. So many too. About half the force. Definetly a big one.

"You hear about Officer Pete?" I heard a woman say

"Yeah says that he had a kid, before this mess happened." I heard a gruff voice say.

"Well I'm gonna grab a coffee. Gonna be here all night." I heard the woman say walking towards my direction. Tall for her age. A knock out too. Pity. I have to take her I.D so I could get in.

As she walked nearby I grabbed her, pulling her back, and clamped my hand over her mouth. As usuall, humans have to go with their instincts and play a game of "Knock-out-the-Kidnapper". Tough, chick too. She bit my hand. Fustrated, I grabbed her in a reverse hold and slammed her head against the wall, knocking her out cold.

Taking her ID was simple. It was clipped onto her black jeans. I looked back at her. Her whole outfit was black and purple. Black pants and jacket, Purple horn-rimmed glasses and tee shirt.

Glancing at her I.D. I couldn't help but notice that she had the same first name as me.

Helena.

Helena Bertinelli.

I shrugged. Taking the I.D. with me, I walked to the scene of the crime.

"Officer Bertinelli." I said quickly flashing the I.D. "What's the assessment so far?"

A large plump guy and a skiinny guy walked up.

"We're not sure yet." I read his name tag. B. Timm. The other was P. Dini.

"We were hoping you could tell us." , Dini Said.

I walked to the body. It was labeled Meta.

I stood up, narrowing my eyes at them.

"How are you two sure that this is a meta?"

"How can you not, I mean, Look at it." Timm said pointing to the dismembered flesh that was ripped into bloody peices.

"Whatever It Is, just made Sigfried and Roy's tigers look like house hold pets." Dini interjected.

"-And it's going to make front page news in the Gotham Gazatte" said Timm.

I kneeled down searching for clues in the mangled heap. Touching my intercom, I called Barabera.

::Oracle, here.::

"Oracle, I'm looking at the body and I found out that you were right. It's a meta." I whispered, making sure no one heard.

Feeling around, I found a badge near a bloodied hand.

"There's another thing."

::What?::

"It's your Dad."

Who ever said "silence is deafning" was right. I heard silence on the other end of the comlink.

"Babrera?"

::Who ever did this is going to-:: I heard her say in a strangled sob. I heard her slam the keyboard. Angry and fustrated.

"I know," I said, sighing.

Barbara usually is the type to keep her emotion to herself. But, when it comes to someone close to her family. May God have mercy on your soul.

I peered back at the mangled remains of Commishiner Gordon. Heard that he was a nice guy. Never met him. Now, I never will.

I examined the body again and found a hair folicle. It was obviously not his. I put it in a plastic zip-lock bag and was about to closed it.

When all of a sudden, I heard a giggle. I whipped my head to hear here it was coming from. Then, I saw it. A female. Farther from where I was. I looked back and closed the plastic bag, tucking it into my back pocket. Barbara would have to look at it later.

I stood up and began to run.

"Hey! Where are you-?" I heard Dini say.

"Bathroom." I said turning around for a second. I saw the female. A blonde. She lept over a rooftop.

"Not getting away this time." I muttered, gathering speed. I lept onto the same rooftop where the mystery person was.

"How'd ya do that?" I heard the blonde yell

I was about to reply, when I heard the Joker.

"None of it matters."

The blonde, whipped around.

"Daddy's here." I heard. Joker say.

"Mistah Jay?" She said confused, tears welled in her eyes. She ran to Joker.

"PUDDIN'!"

At first I thought that this woman was his daughter. Now I see that he was her lover.

Eww.

"Let's have some fun, Harley." I heard him snarl to me.

That can't be good.

Harley whipped out a gun that fired a boxing glove at me. I ducked. Moving sideways I pulled on the contraption. She yelped. Startled.

"Now yer makin' me mad." I heard her say in a deadly, cold voice. She puched me. The little twerp punched me! Wipping the blood off my face, I punched her back. Leaving her stunned for a second. She landed near Joker who gave her another gun.

"Jeez! What do they have? An unlimited supply?" I said to myself, pretty ticked off at them.

This time the gun fired real bullets. I leaped backwards off the roof top and landed on the gravel below.

I heard something drop next to me. Apparently, It was a doughnut from one of the officers I met. Dropped out of his mouth. Officer Timm stared at me. Eyes wide open.

"What the-?!" He squeeked.

Dini, on the other hand, gazed off into the distance where Harley and The Joker were. Harley blew a kiss to him , while the Joker grabbed her and pushed her towards their destination.

"Helena?" I heard a familliar gruff voice from behind me.

"Can't talk right now, Reese. " I relpied.

"Good, because this is a restricted area." He grabbed me.

"Sorry. Not this time." I clamped my hand onto his and flipped him over. Knocking him out. Instantly.

The two officers gawked at me. I looked a little farther and saw another female figure slip away. I ran after it. As soon as I got onto the roof, The person didn't turn around. As if it knew I was coming

"Let's talk." I said folding my arms over my chest. She didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

I heard her chuckle.

"It's a little more complicated then that." She finally replied, and began her attack. With a whip I might add. I side stepped to a nearby Attic door a few feet ahead. Narrowly missing the opened entrance.

She began to flail her whip again. I grabbed it and punched her. She whipped back as if hit by a tow truck. She shook it off. Dropped her whip, lept over me. Landing on the top of the attic. I began to do a scissor kick when she grabbed hold of my leg and almost punched me. I did a back flip. Nailing her in the face. She extracted claws out of nowher and tried to claw the heck out of me.
I tried to do the same thing.

C'mon, Helena, you can control the change. I mentally urged myself. Finnally changing, I grew a set of claws of my own. With feral eyes, I began slicing her face. Her mask fell in shreds. Leaving a beautiful face. Eyes like mine. ...

"Mom?" I croaked and changed back.

I gaped at her. My mother. Alive? She slumped to the ground. Defeated. I couldn't bear seeing her like this, so I ran.

Afraid.

Scared.

Alone.

Like I always am. And probably forever will be.

I ran farther then I ever went, out of Gotham.

I was halfway into Metropolis when I heard a voice.

Dinah's voice.

"Helena, Wait!"

I turned around. Seeing her leap over a few rooftops.

Always the graceful type.

Then I heard a thud.

Heck, even when she trips, it's graceful.

She scrambled up, trying to notice what just happened.

She tripped over my mom.

Her mouth gaped open in a silent stifled scream.

She collected herself and managed to leap over a few more rooftops, to where I stood.

"What took you so long?" I said folding my arms, leaning a little back, and smirking at her.

She glared at me.

"Your mom." She shot back.

We stood in silence for a few minutes, looking at each other.

"You gonna start criticizing me?" I asked her.

"Maybe." She stated, giving me an equally-as-hard- stare.

I saw her glance at my direction for a minute.

"Running away doesn't solve anything, Helena." She said softly.

"Then why did you do it?" I asked.

"I was scared that other people might consider me a freak."

"Other People?"

"-Poeple who I thought were my friends." She stated quickly.

There was silence for another few minutes, Then Dinah touched her com-link.

Her eyes quickly darted to me.

"What?" I asked.

"Oracle wants to talk to you."

Uh oh.

I turned my com-link on.

"Huntress, here."

:: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!-, She screamed.

I stammered.

::You know I've searching for you all over GOTHAM?!:: She continued.

I heard her calm down.

:: I need you back at the Watchtower. You're going on a Mission.::

Oh, this should get interesting.

I groaned.

Back at the Watchtower...

"Why am I going to Chicago?" I asked, Babs.

She wheeled around going to the Delphi.

A mini-CD popped out.

"I want you to give this to a friend of mine." She handed it over to me.

"But why can't Dinah-" I protested.

"I don't want to hear it." she said sternly waving the protest away as if it were a fan.

"Dinah and Ollie can patrol while you're gone." She continued.

"Patrol my ass." I said under my breath As she was cleaning the CD.

Babs whipped her head to me and glared.

"What did you just-?" She said.

"Nothing." I said quickly.

I grabbed my suitcase and loaded everything I would need.

I took a private jet there.

To Chicago.

It was around 10 o'clock by the time I got there.

I walked out of the airport, and loaded my stuff into a cab.

I shivered.

No wonder why they call it the "Windy City".

I read the address to the Driver as soon as I went to the passengers side door.

As soon as the car stopped, I saw where this person lived.

An apartment complex.

Great.

I read the address again, taking out my stuff afterward.

6th floor.

I calculated the measurements of the windows and saw a piece of sturdy scaffolding.

"Miss-?" The Driver said letting out his hand in a I-need-a tip- sign.

Almost forgot.

Gave him a tip.

As soon as he peeled off I climbed the scaffolding of the apartment.

I peered into the room that I was supposed to go into.

Full of clay figures.

An artist.

Should have known.

I read the person's name off the piece of paper.

Linda Danvers.

Hmm. Too bad I have to do this.

I carved out the window pane, licked my hand. I slapped my hand onto the pane creating a suction cup.

Looking around, I saw a fire escape to my right and place it gently onto it.

I shimmied in halfway when I heard a voice. A female. Leaning against the wall calm as all hell.

" Just what I needed tonight. An intruder." She said with eyes blazing.