A/N I own nothing, all characters belong to DC and Warner Bros.

A/N Okay kiddies, story time! A lot of you have been like WTF for the whole Bruce being Helena's dad, so here's a history lesson. Originally, the Huntress was Helena Wayne, daughter of Batman and Catwoman on Earth-two. But when DC did the whole 'Infinate Crisis' thing they killed her. People liked her so much they remade her into Helena Bertinelli, mob princess, and brought her back on Earth-one. They have the same first name and alias, but that's about it. Plus in the DCAU Batman isn't all that young; he's in his early forties or something, and Helena's also very young, so it does fit chronologically if you use your imagination.

Vic sat in his chair with his chin resting on his left hand, trying not to fall asleep.

He'd been in this room almost constantly for a week now, ever since Helena had been in a coma, and she still had no idea who her real parents were. He closed his eyes reluctantly, trying to fight sleep.

Suddenly, Helena moved, turning over on her other side, carelessly flinging her arm over the hospital bed. "Mm, Viccy?" She murmured.

His head shot up. "H-Helena?" He whispered.

"Mmm, Viccy come back to bed." She sleepily demanded. He quietly crawled next to her in the small bed asshe snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest.

"Mm, I had the strangest dream last night." She mumbled against his chest as he cradled her in his arms.

"There were these mean looking yellow things at the school, right? And they were trying to hurt the students, so I shot 'em with my crossbow."

Parademons. He thought, tightening his arms around her.

"Then I felt this hard smack on my head and I got sooo sleepy." She yawned. "I'm going back to bed."

"No! No, no, you need to stay up." Vic exclaimed, terrified at the thought of loosing her for another week. "We can go to that restaurant you like for breakfast."

"That little cafe on May street?" She mumbled. "You promise?"

"Swear." He agreed.

"M'kay." She muttered opening her eyes and looking around groggily. "Did we crash at a hotel 'cause the neighbors were complaining about us being to loud again. Vic, where are we?"

"You-you got hurt, Helen." He explained sadly. "You were in a coma for about a week."

She looked at him skeptically. "I was?" He nodded. "Shit, the schools gonna kill me." She sighed, attempting to sit up.

Her arms trembled slightly and she fell back almost instantly. "Careful!" He cautioned, helping her up.

"I'm a big girl, Q." She grumped semi-annoyed, causing him to grin. She's back. A nurse suddenly ran into the room. "She's awake!" The plump woman exclaimed. Her eyes suddenly narrowed, "You! Back in the bed until the doctor checks you out." She pointed her finger at Vic. "And you, you've been at her side for a week straight, I think you can spare her a little privacy while she changes."

Helena smirked mischievously. "Why not? It's not anything new, he sees me naked all the time." Oh yes, she is definitely back. He thought as he saw the nurses horrified expression.

"Well I'll just leave you two, to uh. . ." The nurse trailed off shuffling out of the room.

Helena turned back to Vic with a grin on her face and her hands on her hips. "So, did ya' miss me?"

Smiling, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She pulled away with a smirk. "So, did you bring me any clothes?"

"Uh, just a T-shirt and jeans." He admitted sheepishly, gesturing to a small bag in the corner of the room. She shrugged and walked over to it. "Anything interesting happen while I was out?" Just that I found out your entire existence is a lie. "Well, actually. . ." He trailed off as he watched her begin to undress from her hospital gown and pull on jeans. She noticed this and smiled. "Like what you see?" She asked striking a pose.

Vic nodded, hoping his jaw was still attached to his head. Watching his girlfriend parade around topless was very sexy. He almost made a very unhappy grunt in protest as she slipped the loose fitting T-shirt on. She sauntered over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Will have a proper reunion later." She whispered into his ear.

He nodded, holding her close. He would tell her later, now now. Not when she was so happy.

Batman glided down the hall of the tower quiet as the night, avoiding everyone he saw.

This had been an awful day. Between that bastard Vic finding out his secret, a secret he successfully managed to keep from everyone else for twenty-four years, and then there was the problem with Diana.

She was gonna kill him after he stood her up like that, and he still had to come clean about the whole situation with Selina.

He sighed, that was a job for Superman; telling the most beautiful and powerful woman alive that you looked her in the eyes and lied to her.

But he could do it, he was Batman after all. Turning the corner he realized he was not as alone as he would have liked to be.

"Bruce." Came an annoyed Amazons voice. "We need to talk."

Bruce inwardly cringed, he hated it when women said that. The words 'We need to talk' were the most feared to man-kind that came out of woman-kinds mouth. "About what, princess?"

"Selina, you, me, your lying to my face about being involved with her."

He tensed, this wasn't really how he imagined this little talk going. "How did you find out?"

"A confidential source of information on League members."

Stargirl, damn her gossiping mouth! Thought Bruce.

"How could you? How could you just lie to me about being involved with her?"

"I. . . didn't think it was important." He said reluctantly.

"You didn't think it was important?" She repeated. "I know that's a lie. Do you know how I know that, Bruce?"

". . . How?"

"Because I know you, I know if you didn't think it was important than you'd have told me. You would have been honest about your involvement and we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"I thought-"

"I don't care what you thought! I know everything about you two! That you were involved with each other and slept together and cared very deeply for each other!" She shouted.

"That was the past, okay! I don't care about her anymore!" He protested.

"Then why did you invite her to join the League?"

"She invited herself, I didn't even want her here!"

Dead silence, then- "I can't believe you Bruce, I want to but I cannot. It breaks my heart that you would lie to me and I don't know if I can recover from it." She whispered.

"What are you saying? You want to split up?"

". . . I don't think I know what I want." She admitted. "But when I figure it out you'll be the first to know." And with that she walked away leaving Bruce with his demons.

She needed time to think.

Shayera sat in her room, refusing to let the threatening tears fall.

John had loved her, she had hurt him, he found someone else, he returned to her, and now he was back in Mari's arms again.

He had teased her and thought nothing of it, hurt her with no remorse. All she wanted was her man back, and the son she knew she was supposed to have.

But now poor Rex would never get to live. She was never going to get to see her son because John didn't want to play into destiny's hands. How could he be so selfish? He had met Rex, fought next to him, called him his son.

And now he was just going to stand by and watch as Rex's existence ceased.

How cruel could he be? Yeah, she broke his heart once, but he was tearing hers apart, fixing it, then tearing her up again.

She was a warrior, and sorrow wasn't tolerated on her home world.

But she didn't care. And as she sat there with the tears finally rolling down her face despite her attempts at foiling them, she wept. She wept for Rex, she wept for her and John, and she found herself weeping for every other child who had it's life taken from them.

Why? Why couldn't she be happy with Rex and John? That was all she wanted, her family. But John, that damn man, was slowly killing her soul because he 'Didn't want to be destiny's bitch'.

The man was cruel, playing her like that and cheating on Mari.

She suddenly felt a very powerful urge to throw-up and bolted for her bathroom.

A/N Wow, this was a very angsty chapter. I'll make my next one lighter, maybe. Oh, and I also want to write some other scenes and may change the content warning to M.

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