She turned her head to another place. Irritated, she swallowed the last remaining wine from her glass in just one movement. How had she let Helena drag her to a bar? This was an ideal place for the brunette, but she... she was too old for these things.

Dammit.

She wasn't sure if she was angrier at herself or at Helena. The younger woman always involved her in her games. She never took anything seriously. This place was ideal for her, casual adventures, drinks, dancing. Helena had her mother's genes within her. Selina was a natural flirt and so was Helena. Flirting was like breathing. Both turned heads with their strong presences, and both had great beauty. Helena was her mother, loved freedom and taming her soul would be impossible. She had tried her best with Helena, taking care of her since she was a teen and showing her how to handle her frustration, pain and anger, but when it came down to it, nature's call was nature's call.

She was a free spirit; a wild cat.

But this place was definitely not for her even less so for Dinah.

She looked at her watch, almost two o'clock. Whatever, she needed go back, tomorrow was work day. She asked the waiter for the check and paid it.

"I'm back," Helena said, sitting in her chair.

"All right." Barbara picked up her bag and her coat.

"Where are you going?"

"Time to go, it's late. But you can stay if you want." She dropped a few bills on the table.

"Go? Why?" the dark woman asked confused. She picked up the bills and gave them back to her.

"I told you, it's late." Barbara ignored the extended money and moved out of the VIP zone.

"Barbara… wait." The brunette followed her. "Barbara, I invited you! You don't need to pay. Why do you want to leave so suddenly? Did someone bother you?"

"No, no one," the redhead, answered icily as she wheeled toward the exit.

"Hey, wait." The brunette stood in front of her blocking her way. "I thought you were enjoying the place."

"You involved me again in your games to avoid being scolded."

"Wait, wait." She couldn't understand what was happening. Barbara had been enjoying herself, laughing a lot and, suddenly… "What are you talking about?"

"Helena, this is not a place for a minor! You know it! And you involved me in your games to bring me here and prevent me from yelling at you for bringing Dinah here."

"What?" She hadn't seen it coming. Helena was forced to jump to the side to avoid Barbara's chair.

Helena tried to follow her again, but stumbled against a couple. She excused herself and ran to search for the redhead. She reached her at the exit. "All right, I was wrong to bring Dinah here. I'll never do it again, but, as you can see, the place is safe, no one bothered her; she just drank coke. I promise."

"That is not the point. The point is that you act like an irresponsible kid."

"Why are you so mad? You were happy a few minutes ago.. What happened?"

Barbara stopped and faced her. "What happened is that I don't like your games. It's time that you grow up, Helena. See you tomorrow."

Helena sighed. "All right, if you want go, okay. Let me get my coat."

"It's not necessary, I'll drive myself."

"Huh?" That statement surprised the young woman.

"I´ll drive myself. It's in the opposite direction of your place. I don't want you to have to go out of your way."

"Barbara…"

"Helena, I'm tired," Barbara said with a chill that could cut the air. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Helena stepped aside and let her wheel toward the parking lot.

"Why are you so angry?" she shouted at her. "What happened?"

The redhead didn't respond.

Helena brushed her hair back, confused. Barbara was really angry and in a pretty bad mood. She watched the redhead disappear between the people. What the fuck had happened? Everything had been perfect. She threw her arms up in the air and walked back to the bar.

She couldn't understand why the redhead's mood had changed so suddenly. She was laughing, enjoying the night… she sat on her table and looked around. The place that was so full of life minutes ago now seemed to be empty and boring. She felt frustrated, sad, angry; raising her hand she asked for a bottle of scotch. She was not in the mood to go back to her place and just be there alone.

She stared at her hand still in the cast. Barbara always took care of her gently. Maybe the most depressing part was that she didn't have a clue as to what the hell was in her mind. She was so complicated sometimes, but she loved her anyway. Helena was the fierce, the feared and the strong crime fighter, the terror of criminals – and she was as love sick as a teenager, in love with the someone who would never love her back.

The bottle arrived and the waiter poured her a glass of scotch.

It was ironic, she only needed to flash a smile to have any woman…except the one she wanted. It had never been and would never be. Sighing in disgust, she swallowed the contents of her glass. A waiter arrived and filled it again.

"Fill it, Mike," she said.

"As you wish, Ms. Kyle."

The brunette looked again to the dance floor. Stupid, dumb, disconcerted, frustrated… and, dammit, deeply in love; so many feelings in just one moment were really making her want to scream and run.

"She will never love you back."

Helena turned in surprise and stood up.

"Quinzel?"

What was she doing here?

"She doesn't know you exist." The blonde sat in front of Helena, crossing her legs. She was wearing a short skirt and a black top. "Why do you waste your time thinking about her? Besides, she is boring and… I don't think you could have too much fun… she is in a wheelchair."

The brunette glared at her angrily. She stepped towards the woman threateningly, but the blonde didn't blink, in fact, she smiled at her.

"Easy, kitty cat… stand down."

Without knowing why, the brunette froze in place, holding back the desire to pounce on the psychotic woman and hit her hard. She could still feel the anger boiling in her blood.

Quinzel extended her hand and took Helena's glass of scotch from the table. She sipped it delicately. "Mmm… wonderful, my favorite." The blonde leaned in and put her hand on top of the brunette's. "You are hurt, she is hurting you. She doesn't care about you, but you… you are important to me." She lifted her hand and kissed her fingers.

Helena gasped, feeling the soft touch and a strange tickling running through her body.

The blonde stood up and put Helena's hand over her shoulder. "Dance with me, Helena." She wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist and began to move slowly with the rhythm of music.

"You…" The young woman couldn't understand the spell the woman had on her, she couldn't resist her call.

"Shh…" Quinzel said, pressing her index finger against soft lips, "Don't think, forget her, you are mine and I'll give you all the pleasure you need and want." She finished the sentence pressing her lips against Helena's.

The young woman couldn't hold back and responded to the kiss, holding the woman tight against her and moving slowly, following the rhythm of the soft music. She felt her mind twisting. Every time she was in the blonde's arms or kissed her, all her senses caught on fire and she could only focus on touching her, on making love to her.

The brunette felt another body pressing behind her, a second set of arms wrapping around her waist. She separated her lips from Quinzel and turned her head back; it was the hot blonde she had stumbled against downstairs. The tall blonde smiled at her and kissed her neck.

The brunette arched under the soft contact. Harleen buried her head in the brunette's shoulder and raised her face a few inches to whisper in her ear: "Kiss her…"

Helena hesitated and remained still. Quinzel smiled and bit her lobe gently.

"Kiss her-- she wants you… you want her…"

The brunette turned her head and fixed her eyes on the other woman's.

'Gisele' moved her head forward and brushed her mouth against Helena, who moaned under the contact, as the woman took position of her lovely mouth. She deepened the caress with her tongue and Helena kissed her back.

She didn't know what happened, she just knew that the friction of the beautiful women against her were making her tremble with anticipation. Those full, firm nipples against her back, Quinzel taking position of her breast with one of her hands while she nipped her neck.

"Barbara doesn't love you."

"Not true…" Helena broke the kiss and looked at the criminal, confused.

The blonde cupped the brunette's face in her hands. "She is using you to get what she wants. When she don't needs you, she'll just push you away… she is playing with your feelings, Helena. Listen to me, Helena. You belong to me because I love you, because I want you… and you want me, you want me so much…"

"I want you so much…" The young woman leaned in and kissed her.

She lost herself in the kiss. She didn't know how, but when she realized it, they were sitting on a couch. Touching and tasting. She was holding the mad woman against her, lost in a duel of tongues 

and the tall woman behind her caressing her back and kissing her neck. Quinzel suddenly laughed and moved back taking a glass from the table. She raised it.

"A toast for my little bird."

The blonde took a glass too and lifted it before drinking the entire glass. Quinzel sipped hers as well and put the glass to Helena's lips.

"She is beautiful, no?" Quinzel smiled at Helena, glancing toward the tall blonde. The young woman turned her head and stared at 'Gisele'. Quinzel licked her ear lobe slowly. "Just accept."

Helena noticed the tall blonde moving her hand down to caress her thighs. Quinzel didn't give her time to think, she kissed her rough and hard, her hand unbuttoning the younger woman's blouse.

"Forget Barbara, you are mine."

"Quinzel…." She mumbled between kisses, "We are in a bar…"

The blonde's face came in to view; she smiled at her. "It doesn't matter, the only thing that is important to you is what I want."

Helena jumped in her place; the other woman was between her legs. She tried to push her back, but Quinzel trapped her hand.

"No, Helena, let her do it… I want to see it."

"We can't… We are in a public place…" Helena panted, feeling excited and scared. The woman separated her legs and raised her skirt. Skirt? When had she changed to a skirt? She was wearing pants.

"You must do whatever I want. I want to see you come…."

"I…" The brunette arched her back when she felt lips in her most intimate area. They were rough and demanding. Quinzel, then, moved her blouse to the side and sucked a soft mound in her mouth. Helena bucked and held Harleen's head tight against her.

"Fuck!"

She couldn't stop herself. Her body trembled in pleasure and a cry died in her mouth. Why was she was doing this? This was crazy, she needed to stop it. She closed her eyes, feeling spent and dirty at the same time. It was when she felt Quinzel's arms around her again, her lips kissing her that she realized she couldn't do this. What the hell was wrong with her? She couldn't let her keep controlling her.

She pushed Harleen back lightly with her hands.

"We are just starting." Quinzel smiled as she tried to lean in to kiss Helena again, but the brunette stopped her movement.

"No…"

The blonde didn't seem to hear her and brought their lips together. Helena felt her body humming again, trembling in desire.

"No." She moved her head back.

"You can't say no…" Quinzel moved forward and kissed her again.

The brunette felt the demanding tongue tasting, caressing. This was the woman that had killed the man that Barbara loved. It was from the girlfriend of the psychopath who had paralyzed Barbara and killed her mother. She felt sick, she was sick.

"You love my touch, Helena." Quinzel whispered in her ear "You can't choose because you are mine; I'm your soul, I'm your darkest desires, I'm all you need."

She woke up abruptly. Hard rock music filling the place; Helena noticed she was still at "W". People were talking friendly, dancing downstairs, everything was normal, but she still could feel the her heart beating rapidly in her chest, her body burning in excitement. She was alone, sitting on a couch, with no trace of Quinzel - or the blonde. Something triggered in her mind and she lowered her gaze to check her clothes. She touched herself, trembling; she was wearing red pants. Suddenly, the pieces fell in place. Another nightmare.

When it would end? She was tired of it. Tired of feeling Quinzel controlling her mind and soul. Her eyes peered through the rail and she could see downstairs; bodies moving under the changing lights. She felt her heart stop when she saw Harleen dancing between two handsome men. She stood up like she'd been shocked and glared at her therapist, wrapping her hands around the rail which such force that she bent it.

What was the damn bitch doing here? She turned to go downstairs and stopped in her tracks when she almost bumped against Quinzel. Her confusion grew when she saw that the girl behind her was Quinzel, too. She stepped back and saw a big mirror to her side, Quinzel's image was smirking at her. Angry, she moved to her left and noticed another mirror there. Quinzel's image was there too! Her head snapped around, her reflection was everywhere.

"Stupid bitch!" The brunette took a chair and threw it against the mirror in front of her.

Barbara always liked her coffee with a bit of sugar, but not in this case. She wanted it strong. She couldn't sleep as she was still feeling upset because Helena has taken Dinah am improper place for a minor. She did not seem to understand that she had done anything wrong; she stopped her thoughts, well she had accepted it, but… whatever. It was a gay bar and Dinah was just a kid. She didn't have anything against gays, she had many gay friends and they were incredible people. The place was, indeed, very nice, the music excellent. She'd been very comfortable and had a great time. Helena was good company.

She adjusted her robe and put the tray with the coffee on her lap. She pressed a button on the arm of her wheelchair and turned to wheel toward Delphi.

Helena had been nice at the bar, she had a great time; she had been relaxed, happy. The wine was perfect, the environment, and, suddenly, she… she had seen Helena kissing that woman. It snapped her back to reality. She was supposed to have been scolding Helena, not enjoying herself in a bar. In some way, Helena had used all her charm to distract her from the main topic and, then, had used her charm on 'Gisele.'

Well, it wasn't a big kiss, just a fast one, but… that was not the point, the point was that maybe she had kissed other woman in front of Dinah and that was not right. It wasn't appropriate for her to kiss anyone in front of the girl. The younger woman had taken Dinah, a minor, to a bar and she was right to be pissed and angry and annoyed. She was right to want to leave from that place as soon as possible and to react to Helena in the way she had.

She was right.

She stopped in front of Delphi and pinched the bridge of her nose.

No, she was not right. She had overreacted. She was trying to convince herself that her reaction had been correct, but she couldn't, she was wrong. Helena was being nice, trusting her and revealing one of her deepest secrets and she…

Helena was gay. She had been afraid to tell it to her for so long. How many years? She didn't know. The brunette was happy that Barbara had accepted her as she was and then she had overreacted without reason. They already had talked about Dinah and Barbara returned to same topic. She had treated Helena unfairly. Why?

The Delphi alarm distracted her from her inner debate and she moved forward. She put her coffee to the side and pressed some keys at her computer keyboard.

A disturbance, nothing strange. Friday night, many young people were partying, but something caught her attention-- the address. She moved the cursor on the screen.

W Bar.

She had been there with Helena almost an hour ago. She tried to contact the brunette, thinking that maybe she would be still there. Her GPS was off.

Typical Helena. Her instinct told her she needed to investigate a bit more, something smelled bad.

She intercepted the police radio. There seemed to be a big fight inside. They described a person that had started it. Barbara quickly hacked the security system cameras. She would get access to the videos.

She found a video where she could see people pushing and kicking each other. The fight was in the V.I.P. area, where she had been with Helena. She located a camera closer to the lounge she'd been in. She rewound the tape and saw her young partner throwing objects against the mirrors. A man tried to stop her and she had pushed him back, starting the fight. She didn't like this. She rewound a few more minutes prior to the fight. She could see Helena sitting there alone, unmoving, with a glass in her hands. Checking the time on the clock in the top corner of the image, it was taken almost ten minutes after she had left. She was going to fast forward the tape, but she stopped her movement when she noticed the sadness in Helena's face. The image froze in her mind.

Helena was not an expressive person and less so when it was about her deepest feelings. But in this image she could see it. Barbara felt guilty, she had been rude with her and she really needed to apologize. She noticed, then, that the brunette was almost perfectly still for the next five minutes.

Suddenly, the young woman jerked up, she was disturbed, her movements erratic; Barbara saw her bending the rail with her hands and then looking around, disoriented. She was not acting normal. The brunette took a chair and hurled it against a mirror. The fight started.

What the hell was happening to her?

Barbara's first instinct was to protect her partner. She typed as faster as she could and saved the tapes in her system, while deleting them bar's security system. When she finished, she again studied the videos where Helena appeared.