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Vegas

Helena Bertinelli tossed over in her hotel bed, cuddling next to Q. Even in her sleep she couldn't keep the smile off her face as she dreamed of the previous nights activities.

(Last Night)

Helena giggled as she felt Vics' hands travel down her back and squeeze her ass. "Viccy!" "What?" He mumbled around her neck which he was covering with kisses. They were in an elevator on their way up to the hotel room. Going to Vegas had been Helenas' idea and while Vic wasn't as keen on it, he figured it was the least he could do after keeping the secret from her.

"Vic," Helena murmured as he pushed her against the wall and slid his hands under her dress. "I think we should *hic* wait."

"'Til marraige?" He complained as he tried to tear off her lace thong.

"No silly!" She slurred. "Until we in the room!" Somewhere deep in Helena's mind she was aware that she was utterly intoxicated, but for now she was to drunk to care. The equally slammed Victor Sage smiled tentatively before once again smothering her lips with his.

Finally, after an eternity, the door opened with a ping! and the couple stumbled out of the small elevator into the empty hall. "...Damn...key...won't...open..." Vic growled in frustration as Helena nibbled his ears.

"Like this." Helena mumbled as she turned the doorknob with her hand. "Oh." Vic wasted no time pushing her into the room and locking the door in one swift motion. Helena smirked as she let her red cocktail dress hit the floor leaving her in only a bra and matching thong. Vic raked his eyes over her before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her bride-style to the bed. "I've been wanting to do this all night." He whispered into her ear as he tugged off his shirt and pants.

Helena smiled as she sat up and pushed him against the pillows, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his hardening manhood. "Hm..." She murmured as she teasingly rubbed her thumb over his head. "What should I do with this?"

"Touch it." Vic groaned. "Put it in your mouth."

"I dunno." Helena sighed. "I might choke." She continued teasing him by tracing agonizingly slow circles over his head.

"Aw, Helena, damn it! Now!" Vic grunted, bucking against her hand. "Not until you ask." She replied. "Please!" He gasped. With a giggle she took him into her hand and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him seductively. "Oh, God..." He grumbled. "So good..." She released him from her hand. "Now what?" Helena smiled as she stretched out on the large bed. "I'm all yours."

"Finally." Vic growled as he pounced on top of her. Helena groaned as he cupped one of her breasts in his right hand and placed the other one on her back. "Mm..." She moaned in pleasure as he touched her, sliding his hand down her back and pressing a finger against her entrance. "Want this?" He huskily asked. "Hell yes!" She gasped as his finger disappeared inside her. Vic grinned as Helena groaned and squeezed her inner softness around his fingers. "Vic-Vic please!"

Done with foreplay, he obeyed her; removing his hand and positioning himself at her entrance before with a groan entering her. Helena gasped; God how she loved being like this. His size, his hardness, all of it. For a second they laid there relishing in the sensations before he grabbed her thighs and thrust out before quickly ramming back in. Helena squirmed in pleasure and bucked her hips as he repeated the process again and again until she peaked. She got on top of him as she saw stars, rocking her hips while riding him.

"You like that baby?" She cooed as he whimpered in agreement. She nodded and shivered as she felt another climax approaching dangerously close. She barley had time to think before her orgasm hit her. She screamed his name as she collapsed on top of him, breathing raggedly and irregular. She felt Q lay her down, spread her legs apart, and enter her again as he took a turn riding her. Helena loved this game they called sex as she heard Vic whisper into her ears.

She liked it a lot. (End of dream)

Helena woke up naked with a serious headache. Damn alcohol.

Groaning, she got out of the dismantled bed and climbed over an equally naked Q. She threw on something yellow, probably Vics' shirt, and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

She looked up into the mirror as she splashed cold water onto her face. Reaching up for the towel, she noticed something odd about her reflection. She checked twice, there it was again.

Dumbfounded, Helena shook her head in amazement. Wait until Q saw this...

With an amazed sigh at her own actions she waltzed back into their room and eyed a now awakened Victor Sage. He tiredly blinked his eyes and looked around the room, an evident what the hell? expression on his face. He turned to her, a defeated yet happy look on his face. "Why is it everytime we have seriously great and rough sex we're at a hotel and have to pay for damages?"

"'Cause we're stupid when we're drunk?" She suggested. Her eyes suddenly fell to his chest and she caught sight of his own little mistake. He noticed the amused look on her face and looked at his torso.

On his chest in purple in was a tattoo made of arrows spelling out HELENA in capital letters. He groaned and dropped his head in dread. "Aw hell..." Helena exploded into laughter at his expression. "W-What? Don't like it?" She snorted wiping a tear from her eye.

"You don't understand." Vic shook his head in horror. "Tattoo ink has nanites in it that allows aliens to-"

"Wanna see mine?" Helena asked, cutting him off. "You got one to?" Vic exclaimed. "Well that's, just..." He trailed off as she tugged the shirt down and revealed to him an adorably kinky blue question mark tattooed on her right breast. "Like it?"

"Uh..."

"Want to still get it removed?" She innocently asked. A smoldering gaze, "Let me double check." Smiling, she sauntered back towards the bed and straddled him, taking him into her hand once more.

Vic shivered as her ring finger stroked him. "Cold." Helena's brow knit together in confusion. "Huh?" He took her hand in his as he examined her finger. "You're finger's cold." His eyes widened as he found the source of the sensation. On Helena's finger was a small, gold ring.

Helena let out a shriek, "We got married!"


Selina sat up in the large bed as she watched Bruce storm out of the hotel room.

He was definitely going to be mad at her, that was for sure. She thought of what had gone on last night in this large and now half empty bed and decided that it was worth it.

Bruce was hers, plain and simple. He had been hers when they were young and he was hers now. Now if only he knew that too.

Selina frowned; she hadn't meant it when she said Helena had been a flop. She had been referring more to the circumstances of having a child than the child itself.

When she had given Helena up, she was barely an adult. At eighteen most women were going to college and preparing to learn how to be an adult; not wondering if they could take care of an infant. At the time she'd been young, not very wealthy, and unprepared for a child in every single way.

So she gave her darling daughter up.

It was the hardest thing she'd ever done.

But somehow she'd managed. She kept tabs on Helena while she was a child, watching her grow-up from afar (without either her or her 'parents' knowing, of course) and seeing her evolve from screaming infant to curious toddler into a bright young child. They Bertinelli's could give her child everything she wanted her to have, and for that she was grateful.

Everything changed when the Bertinelli's were assasinated by the notorious Steven Mandragora. Selina had not known about it for three weeks until Bruce called her and explained what had happened. The Bertinelli's had been murdered in cold blood, and Helena had seen every second of it.

Now her daughter was living in Sicily, Italy.

Ten years later she saw her again. At the age of eighteen Helena had grown into a gorgeous young women who Selina had been more than pleased to claim as hers. But she didn't, Helena had become a strong, confident young lady without her help and as far as Selina was concerned Helena never needed to know who her real parents were. There was no point.

Upon her first face to face confrontation with Helena she had learned quite a few things about her daughter. Helena had donned a mask, was running around calling herself 'Huntress', she had Bruce's left hook, and was a stunningly beautiful women. However, Helena was also quick-tempered, cocky, and worst of all...

She had the most horrid taste in men. For some reason Selina never quite grasped; her rich, attractive, talented daughter chose to spend her time dallying with The Question, of all the men in the world. Selina frowned, she really hated that man.

She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she really didn't like him. He was creepy, paranoid, didn't trust a soul, hell he didn't even have a face! Selina shook her head, her daughter hadn't gotten her taste in men from her.

Catwoman sighed and climbed out of the bed, thoughts of face-less grandchildren wielding crossbows filling her head.


Vixen sighed as she stirred her freezing coffee.

When she had arrived here seven hours ago, it had been fresh and warm; just like her relationship with John before he told her about Rex. Mari fought back a cry, Don't go there girl. He knew he was supposed to be with her but stayed with you, you're better off without him.

But no matter how much she told herself that, it still hurt.

She had been with John for two years and in all honesty, she really had loved him. Something about an Ex-Marine who loved the movie Old Yeller just made her heart flutter like a school girl. John was smart, hard working, honest, and very sexy.

But John also had baggage.

Mari didn't really mind at first; everyone had problems. But most people's problems didn't involve winged women and future sons.

"What's wrong lil' darling?" A voice asked behind her, startling her out of her thoughts.

"Wha-oh, hi Greg." She mumbled.

The cowboy looked at her suspiciously, "You never answered my question."

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Okay." Greg nodded. "Come on."

"What?"

"Come on, we're leaving." Before she could protest he added, "I hate watching you mope around like a lost rattlesnake 'cause some ass dumped ya'. Come on, we're gonna have us some fun."

Mari was to tired to protest. "Fine."

Greg smiled underneath his bandanna. "Yee-haw."


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