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Helena Bertinelli:

Helena Bertinelli was the daughter of a mafia boss. When she was six she was kidnapped by one of her father's enemies and raped as mental torture for her dad, making her become a shy and resigned child. She witnessed a very brutal murder of her parents at age 19, bringing her to become the Huntress.

In my Time-Warp, this remains her background, however, to make things clear, this loosely follows Justice League's Unlimited's story-line of her being exiled from the League after nearly murdering a man, also given her brash and brutal methods being exiled from Gotham as well. In this story-line, she knew the Batkids well, but Bruce, knowing his kids might want to help her, kept a watchful eye on them. They were able to convince Babs to help, albeit reluctantly, and through that, Helena and Barbara became close friends despite being years apart. I think her relationship with the Question will remain intact, but we will wait to see.

That was a bio for you, tupadrechevre, hoped it helped!

Dick kicked his legs distractedly as he watched Talia sit in a chair going through folders.

He'd done this before, a long time ago, but thing was… last time it happened he wasn't sitting behind a wall of glass, in a box, on a small and surprisingly comfortable bed. In fact, last time he watched her, bored it had gone something more like this:

Dick sat on Talia's bed, kicking his legs against the headboard without a thought. Talia was on the balcony, glass doors thrown open wide, looking over a red folder. He dropped his head onto a red pillow meant to be where his feet were, moaning loudly.

Talia raised her emerald eyes. "Yes, child?"

"Mom… when're you going to be done? You said you'd take me shopping."

Talia raised an eyebrow, rubbing her stomach, being nearly three months pregnant. She recalled a while ago when Dick had begun calling her "Mom" on accident occasionally. Recently, she'd begun to think that it was becoming less and less accident. In fact, it was only recently since the raven haired child had begun calling Bruce Tati. She knew that she probably would never earn the title Mami or Mamica, especially saying what she was going to have to do soon…

"Soon, al'abn al'asghar." She said, flicking her hand across the bottom of the page and leaving an inky black signature.

Dick sighed, his stunning blue eyes fixing on something outside. She followed his gaze and saw a hawk and smaller bird in a devastating dance around the blue canvas of the sky.

There was a slight red flash, and the dancing continued. "I've always loved hawks;" she told her honorary son. She kind of actually enjoyed being a mother, despite originally considering him a worthless gypsy child. She'd always disliked her father's sexism in believing she would never due as his heir because she was woman. Thus, she had decidedly never felt feelings most woman did, finding herself above hormones and bedtime thoughts. Except, her maternal side started growling as she got to know the boy… it was disconcerting, but strangely nice.

Dick looked thoughtfully off into the nowhere of the infinity of the sky, "I've always liked robins." He said.

Talia fought the pit in her stomach. It was hard enough what she was going to do that night, but this just made a million times worse as the hawk snatched the robin out of the air, ending their dance. Her breath hitched.

"Come on, Richard. Just… remember, I will always love you."

The child stared at her in shock, but she was already out the door.

That had been so long ago… nearly nine years. He'd only been seven. That night she had come to Bruce in tears claiming to have a miscarriage. She stayed with the family, mostly just Bruce and Dick, for another couple months before proclaiming that she couldn't do it anymore, and left.

It had broken his heart. And Bruce's… but she was his mom. After his mamica and father were murdered… he had Bruce, and Talia. Bruce and Talia. Mom and Dad.

He had lost two parents, and right as he accepted new ones… one left.

Of her own free will, she left him.

He sighed, putting his hand on the cool glass before him. He'd come across Talia only a few times since then, Bruce had always made an effort to keep him far away from her and Ra's. Dick kind of avoided saying her name, even though he did say it when he had to, because it confused him. On the one hand, he knew the second she decided to lie to him and Bruce about the miscarriage she'd lost all right to be called "Mom," but calling her "Talia" would mean admitting it. Admitting the woman that helped him past the hardest part of his life was… not her anymore.

He caught Talia staring at him. He lowered his eyes, but she simply sat there, as if waiting.

"What?" he finally whispered, knowing that not only was there a sound system so she could hear what they were saying, but could also read lips.

"Tell me." She ordered. After all, Talia never asked, she only commanded.

"What?" He asked again tightly, staring at her from his position laying on his stomach on the bed, feet banging against his the headboard, peaking up from the black pillow half his face was buried in.

Talia ignored the humanly sadness at his position, just like so many years ago… Dick had hardly changed, she noticed. He had lost some baby fat, grown a couple feet, and taken on more of a v shape, but his eyes still seemed adorably too large for his face, his silky black hair sticking all over the place in an effortlessly stylish way, added to long, curling black lashes, a neatly pointed chin, and ever so slightly pink cheeks. All in all, despite some people changing dramatically throughout puberty and growing up, he looked nearly the same. Older, but the same. It didn't make her feel better.

"Why are you staring at me." She said emotionlessly.

"I'm not staring!"

"Yes, you are. What do you want."

"I…" he faltered, looking around at his siblings, all of which were napping or preoccupied. They had been given things the past few days, some pencils and paper, monitored time on the holo-computers, even a few toys. He turned back to Talia. "I… just… why? Why did you… oh who am I kidding? You're just an assassin." He gripped his hair, as if forcing himself to take on something he'd been avoiding.

"Daddy's little girl;" he continued, his voice thickening in emotion. "The whole thing was fake. You never cared, and you never will. I've tried to keep imagining that you had to leave, that somehow Dami's just some magical little brother that came from nowhere in particular and has nothing to do with you… but," his voice cracked, tears shining in his eyes. "But…" he never finished, pulling the blanket over his head to disappear to the best of his abilities.

Talia looked at the ball on the bed that was Dick, her eyes glazed over. "But I betrayed you." She whispered with cold, somber finality.

"Wai… so, say what?"

Barbara sighed. "I thought we went over this, like, five times already!"

Helena jut out her jaw, leaning back on the couch and nodding slowly. "So, say that again?"

"Gah! Talia took them on the first day of Christmas, is sending hints every night, and then Bruce told Selina, Selina told Terry and I, Terry told Diana, and now I'm telling you!"

Helena leaned back again. "Hmm… yeah, yeah, ok… WHAT?"

"Well, I just told you, but-"

"AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!"

"I just did-"

"Girl, those are my little siblings, surrogate or not! Bruce is… well…" she cursed him, "Bruce! and Selina just kind of avoids me, the kiddos are all I have!"

"Look, I'm sorry, 'Ena, but I came, didn't I?"

Helena stressed, gripping her black hair violently in her hands. "Duh, duh, duh, duh…" she muttered, jumping up and pacing back and forth across her apartment's living room.

"Okay, listen up. The note that said not to look for them was sent to B, which means, mind you, we can find them!" Barbara started to get excited. "I know he'll flip if he finds out, but…"

Helena peeked brown eyes at her. "Over lunch?"

"Sure, how 'bout frozen yogurt?"

"Not really lunch, but who am I to turn down gummy bears on smooth sugary stuff?"

Photocopies and printed images lay before the two as they leaned over their yogurt, Barbara's strawberry and chocolate lathered in caramel syrup, a ton of strawberries, and literally about a cup of sprinkles. Helena got mango with gummy bears, blackberries, crushed Oreos, gummy worms, mini M&Ms, and little Chinese bead-lets that popped in your mouth and spread little bursts of artificial yumminess everywhere. Chaotic, but delicious.

"So," Helena said around a mouthful. "Tonight is seven swans a swimming, right?"

"Yu-huh. Bruce is really being protective about the hints, it took a lot of work to get these from him, and a little help from an inside source."

"Ah, come on, how inside can it be? Lemme guess, it was Selina."

Barbara grinned. "And she didn't even know what she did."

"Either way," Helena's face hardened after the initial brighten of a laugh. "I'm gonna' hunt down this Talia and-"

"Now wait here, what's the rule about maiming, crippling, and killing?"

Helena sighed and repeated the Batrule which had been drilled thoroughly into her head: "No crippling unless they touched one of our own. No maiming unless there's no other way. No, under any circumstance, kill."

"Good girl. So whatcha' gonna' do?" she said degradingly, as if talking to a three year old.

"I'm going to permanently cripple the bi-"

"House rule #3."

Helena sighed. "No profanity or blaspheme, by decree of Alfred."

"Good. So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to permanently cripple that witch…" She caught her flying fist in her hand and gave it a squeeze, releasing an annoying popping noise.

Barbara, on the other hand, tutted disapprovingly. "That would fall under maiming."

Helena sighed, exasperated. "Fine. Just cripple for a very long time."

"Better… anyway. Back to the point." She jabbed her finger at the pictures. "We need to find our siblings."

"Hon, your more like a cousin."

"And you're from a not even supposed to know their secret IDs."

"Point taken. Now, to find them!"

Helena smiled at her younger friend. Barbara was great. She had had a hard time adjusting to a world without her parents, but through Barbara's reluctant help she'd been able to find a way to get through it. Nowadays the arms weren't so reluctant.

Batman had been her voucher on the League, but that turned on him one day when she somehow managed to sneak into the 7 Founders wing to find six kids. It had been a slightly disturbing day, but for the most part, it only border-lined disaster. That is normal speak for Dick's original phrase:

"It was pretty turbing, although I did feel some dis. But for the most part, this was whelmingly aster."

Stupid Dick and his adorable hacked up English. It took Tim, Jason, and Stephanie to explain to her half of what that meant.

And that's how she met the kids, and was adopted into the Batclan. She found out who they were because it was supposedly impossible for someone to break into the 7 Founder's Wing, and thus none of the kids wore masks. It was pretty hard to miss celebrity Richard Wayne's dazzling blue eyes. The little dork. He had been… fourteen? Yes, that was it. And she had been twenty.

Three months later she was kicked off the League, and the BKs had convinced Barbara to help her out, as they were stuck under the watchful gaze of their father. Eventually, she'd been included in what was considered the Third and eventually the Second Ring, as the boys (the "boys" surprisingly usually referred to Dick and Jason, and the "birds" or the "robins" meant all the boys) had classified it. They said the first ring was Batman and the Batkids (Alfred didn't have a ring, he was simply ALFRED), the Second Ring was extended family, and the Third Ring was simply a Batclan Member, like Batwoman.

She felt honored when they told her she was in the Second Ring, basically claiming she was family. And now, her second family was kidnapped by that b-

"HELENA!" Barbara suddenly screamed, as if knowing the directions of her thoughts.

"Sorry! I'll correct it! Witch! That witch!"

Barbara gave her a quizzical look. "Uh… ok. No, look!"

Helena followed Babs' trembling finger to just beyond the Wayne Manor gates they were approaching on foot. She was pointing at the pond, where seven swans were huddled in the only unfrozen part of it.

"Whoa…" She breathed. "I need ta' take a picture of this… it's gorgeous!"

"Seriously?! That's what you're thinking about right now?!" Barbara waved her coat cloaked arms and mitten covered hands in annoyed and frantic emphasis.

"Um… yeah? WAIT! UGH! I am such an idiot! How did I not see that?!"

Barbara sighed. "I'm going to get Bruce, you try and see if you can get them to come ashore!" She called, already leaving footprints in the snow as she made her way to the manor.

Helena watched a moment. Then she shrugged, pulling out her smart phone. What? She could take a few minutes before trying to get them out!

The whole family was there to read the note, found affixed in a small, waterproof case to one of the swan's legs, as the person who found it was Helena and the twenty-two year old had insisted on reading to everyone, holding onto the note even when someone tried to rip it from her hands.

She made sure everyone was there, cleared her throat, and read: "21093 Hickory Main Dock 1a, Gotham City, New Jersey at 6:30 tomorrow. Come alone, B."

Everyone exchanged looks. This was going to get interesting…

And bam. I added Helena. Don't know why, I've just kind of gone on an Extended Batfamily mood... anyway. I considered using a strange, confusing, weird New 52 Helena WAYNE, but it had to many difficult factors that only people who really knew their comics would understand. So, I ended with Bertinelli, which made a LOT more sense.

Love you guys! Reviews are much appreciated!

A response to a Guest: No pressure taken! Actually, I kind of need pressure for certain stories, or I just can't get over my writers block... and NO, i will NOT leave you hanging for five years! I promise!

~Universe

Tim: I am asking the readers, right here: Hey, do you like us interrupting, or do you want us to shut up...?

STEPH: I think he wants an answer.

Tim: No one answered my other question.

Guys, shut up, please.

~Uni-

STEPH: *snort* she said PLEASE after shut up

JUST BE QUIET!

~Universe