A/N I don't own anyone but Bella.

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"-Else bugs me? My name, I mean it's really pretty but Twilight completely ruined it! I mean can't being named Bella mean something other than that person must love pale guys who sparkle? Know who's a cool Bella though; that crazy lady with the weird hair from Harry Potter. But Bella wasn't her full name it was something weird, it was, um, BELLATRIX! That's it Bellatrix!" She exclaimed.

"You always talk this much?" Q asked half-heartily.

The little girl nodded energetically. "Yep! Mama says she has no clue where that gene came from, though! She says that she doesn't talk half as much as me even when she's excited and that Daddy wasn't to much of a talker either. I've never met my Daddy though so I don't know." She shrugged.

Vic gulped quietly at the sudden feeling of guilt that shot through him. "How is your, uh, mother, exactly?" He said hoping he didn't sound to caring.

"Mama? Well she's kind of in the hospital which is why I'm staying with you. . ." She trailed off uncertainly.

"No, I meant how is she? Fine, sad, happy, single?" The last word was out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

"Oh! I think she's happy, well as happy as Mama ever is. She's really nice and funny and lets me play with her bow if I'm careful and I getta watch TV kinda late so she's cool. Um, she doesn't have a boyfriend, I think. She goes on dates and stuff but I don't like any of the guys she meets and they usually only see her once."

He ignored the small burst of joy at the thought of Helena being single. "Hurm. Uh, what do you enjoy doing?"

"I like coloring and drawing and playing princess and watching TV and playing with my dolls and my stuffed animals and coloring and talking and eating and sleeping and sparring and going on the computer and coloring and reading and opening presents and listening to music." She said happily as she counted off each item with her fingers.

Flash watched them be teleported down to Earth as the little girl continued talking wondering if she could give him a run for his money in the talking department.

He grinned as he saw Question fidget uncomfortably as the kid kept talking.

He wondered who'd be crazy enough to trust their kid with him.


Helena opened her eyes sleepily and looked around the room.

Where the hell was she? Oh, yeah, fighting, pain, darkness, all of those memories meant one thing; she was in the hospital.

"Good, you're awake. Now I can kill you and not feel bad about doing it while you sleep!" Dinah growled.

"Jeez, what's got you're tights in a bunch." Helena muttered sitting up.

"You put Vic down as Bella's' guardian in case of an emergency!"

"Oh, yeah, about that. . ." She trailed off. "Wait a minute, is Bella okay?" She asked suddenly worried.

"Yeah she's fine." Dinah said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Now back to the problem. Why the hell would you want her to stay with that crackpot instead of Ollie and me?"

"'Ollie and I'." Helena corrected buying time to answer the question.

Dinah glared at her. "Very funny Ms. Teacher. Now what the hell would make you do that?"

Helena fidgeted uncomfortably. "Jeez, what are you, my mother?"

Dinah frowned at the younger woman. "No, and I think you need to act like a better one."

Helena sat up straight. You could say a lot to her, but telling her she was a bad mom was crossing the line. "Shut up Dinah, just shut the hell up. You can act all high and mighty but you don't know shit about being a mother so shove it."

Dinah winced slightly. "Come on Helena, you left her alone with Vic."

"Who is her Father. Mine taught me a lot and the one lesson he always stretched was that family is important. I don't speak to Q anymore but he's still Bella's' father. Girls need their Daddy's."

"I just meant that you didn't exactly give him a lot of warning. I don't think he was expecting to wake up and discover he has a daughter."

Helena looked away. "I didn't know how to tell him. He never exactly struck me as the father type."

"What the hell did you see in him anyways?" Dinah sighed shaking her head.

Helena bit her lip, when she and Vic were going out it felt...right, like that was the way it should be. He wasn't like any other guy she'd ever dated, and that was a good thing. He was sweet, tried so hard to make her happy, made her feel so good, made love to her like their lives depended on it, she really thought she'd met a guy she could love forever.

Then he dumped her while she was pregnant.

Though, in his defense he didn't know, otherwise he'd of never done it. "I don't know, I was young and stupid I guess."

"You guess?"

"You're right, I was never stupid and I'm still young. Hey, when do I get to leave?"

"Two days."

Helen tried to figure out how she felt. That meant Vic had Bella for two more days.

And that might be all he'd ever get.


"Hey, if someone cuts you off on the road do you just yell at them 'Go to here!'?"

They had just arrived in his apartment in Hub City. Not even two seconds after appearing Bella had started talking up a storm.

"No, no, you still tell them to go to Hell." He explained tiredly.

"Huh, really? I mean I always wondered 'cause it's nicknamed Helltown, ya' know?"

He sighed. "Yes, I get asked that a lot."

"Huh." She looked at him expectantly. "When are you going to take your mask off?"

"How do you know it's a mask?"

"Well, people need to breath. . .and you need a mouth or nose to do that. People need to eat, too, and you need to have a mouth or you starve." She said thoughtfully.

He felt a slight feeling of pride pulse through him, his little girl was smart. "Good, people tend to assume it isn't a mask."

"Maybe 'cause they're scared?"

"Possibly." He shrugged reaching into his pocket to get out the can of aerosol. He brought it up to his face and pressed the button. The little girl looked at him curiously as his hair turned to red and his mask was peeled away.

She blinked before beginning to giggle.

"What?" He asked wondering what was so funny.

"Y-You're a Ginger!" She giggled with delight. "You know, like Daphne from Scooby-Doo."

"Scooby-Doo was produced by Hannah Barbara to brainwash children into believing that the occult was something to be laughed at thus making them atheists so that the Catholic church looses members and more people stay at home watching football and hiking up their electrical bill so the Illuminati can make a bigger profit." He said automatically.

Her mouth formed an 'O'. "Hey, we have the same eye-color!" She realized with a grin. "That's so cool, maybe were related! Or maybe like were both Scottish or Irish or something."

"Yes, maybe." He murmured. "It's 10:30, what time does your mother put you to bed?"

"Ummm, Mama says I can stay up until 9."

"Oh, well, good night." He said awkwardly.

"Dude!" She exclaimed. "I'm in like, my clothes! And I need somewhere to sleep! And I'm hungry and thirsty and I need use the bathroom and brush my teeth and say my prayers and-"

"Alright." He sighed.

40 minutes later:

"-And then Mattie said that she had the best Barbie's 'cause her Daddy can get 'em made special because he's rich so I said 'all of the starving kids in the world and you're spending money on dolls?' Then she stuck her tongue at me and I said that she was spoiled and she said it's not her fault her Daddy's Bruce Wayne or that he's so rich. I don't like Mattie, she's mean and 'noxious." She finished taking a sip of her water.

"Is that all?" He asked tiredly.

"Mm hm." She said happily as she gave him the empty glass of water. She was laying on his living room couch wearing an old sports jersey, chatting away even though she was supposed to be asleep.

"Good night." He tried again turning to walk out of the room.

"Wait! You never told me a story!" She exclaimed sounding scandalized.

"What?"

"You have to tell me a story, duh!" She explained rolling her eyes.

"A story?" He repeated. "What about?"

"OOH! Mama tells me a lot. She tells me a lot of old stories about our famiglia about when they lived in Italia and her parents and my favorite which is about the crazy lovers."

"Crazy lovers?"

"Yeah, I don't tell it very well, but it's basically about these two people who everyone says are nuts. The lady wanted to do something really bad to an evil, evil guy who hurt her family really badly and made her sad, right? So she tried to kill him, but this really dumb alien stopped her and threw her out of this club. She was soooo mad and while she was there she met this reeeaaally strange dude who said he'd help her out. So she agreed and then they had this fight with these two other people who tried to stop them and they got their butts whooped, well actually the lady didn't. So they tracked down the bad guy and the lady could have killed him, right? But the strange guy asked if that was what she really wanted and she realized she didn't."

She paused to take a breath before continuing. "Then she asked the man why he'd helped her and you know what he said?"

Yes. "No."

"He said it was 'cause he liked her and then the lady thought he was sooooooo sweet so she grabbed him and kissed him right through this weird mask and dragged him away because she liked him too. And they loved each other for a very long time no matter what people thought."

Vic was in shock; Helena had told their daughter the story of how they met. Why? He remembered that night like it was yesterday, how surprised he'd been at himself when he'd admitted his feelings and the way he'd turned away utterly embarrassed. The way she kissed him right through his mask and he thought he was dreaming until Canary said 'Eew.' How they'd gone back to a hotel and she hopped up on a dresser spreading her legs apart, inviting him inside her and whispering for him to prove his attraction.

He did, and it had been phenomenal, more pleasurable than he thought possible.

"Well, now I'm tired so G'night." Bella sighed as she pulled the blanket over her head.

"Night." He said weakly as he stumbled into his bedroom. He still loved Helena more than anything.

He was beginning to wonder if he should tell her that.


"Mr. Vic?"

Nothing, just slight snoring.

"Mr. Viiiiiic?" Nada.

"Mr. Vic!" She whispered loudly.

"Ngh!" He woke up with a jolt going from dead to the world to wide-awake in under two seconds.

She let out a small scream of surprise jumping back so high he thought she was going to hit the ceiling.

He fought back a groan. Helena used to tell him that his ability to go from unconscious to full of adrenaline in a moment's time was going to give her a heart attack. He missed hearing her talk to him. "Bella, what is it?"

She looked at him suspiciously before relaxing. "I need my babies." She whimpered.

"You what?"

"Need my babies, my two stuffed animals. I want Stella!" She whined.

He sighed and sat up. "Where did you last see Stella?"

"At the park, last summer." She explained.

He fought back a string of curses. "What about the other one?"

"Mr. Stitchy?"

"Yes, him."

"He's at home!" She complained.

This time a few curses slipped out quietly. "Well, I suppose you will have to sleep without him." He said in a perfectly reasonable tone.

"But I need him!" She whaled.

"No, you've deluded yourself into believing you need them because of Corporate America." He explained tiredly.

For a second she stopped and stared at him, trying to comprehend what he'd said. "But I need him!" She cried resuming her previous tactic. "I'm scared and in a strange place in a bad city with a stranger." She whimpered. "I can't sleep without him."

With a sigh he got out of bed and picked up the upset little girl and carried her into the living room. He picked up his com-link. "Mr. Terrific?"

"Yes, Question. What is it?"

"I need to be teleported."

"This late? Is it an emergency?"

He looked at his daughter who was shivering with tears falling out of her eyes, she looked like she was going to throw a hysterical fit in a few seconds. "Yes, it is."

"Alright, where too?"

"Huntress' apartment."

"Ah." Now Terrific got it, those two had dated a few years back and probably wanted one more fling. "Alright."

Helena's' apartment:

"Did you find it?" He shouted staring at her baby pictures displayed on the wall. He had missed out on so much.

"Yep!" She called running into the room carrying a blue dog-like thing with six arms.

"What is that?" He asked.

"Mr. Stitchy." She said proudly, her earlier terror forgotten. "You know, from Lilo and Stitch."

"Ah." He said not having a clue what she'd meant. He'd investigate this 'Stitch' later.

"Thank you!" She cried giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"You're uh, welcome." He said awkwardly not knowing how to deal with the feeling of warmth he got watching her play with her toy.

She smiled at him adoringly. "Can we go now?"

"Are you going to sleep?"

"Sure, once I go to the bathroom and sleep and brush my teeth and say my prayers and. . ."

He watched her list all the things she needed to do before she could go to sleep.

Damn, Helen's going to kill me for letting her stay up the entire night.


A/N Little bit of Daddy-Daughter fluff:)

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