"All right, Oracle." Huntress looked down as she crouched over a cornice. Three floors below, some henchmen had broken into a jewelry store. "I'm ready."

{We are ready}, a voice said over the mic.

The brunette rolled her eyes. "All right, Dinah, we are ready."

{You promised I could do this alone}, Dinah said.

"I did?"

{Yes, you did}, Oracle interrupted.

"Great!" Helena said. "Before she came, the fight was equal, one against one, but now it's two against me. That is not fair."

{Next time, think before you talk}, Oracle advised.

"I was just trying to be nice, you told me to be nice."

{And I'm very happy that you are finally being nice.}

{Not so much Dinah interrupted She ate my pizza last night.}

{Huntress, I told you not to eat her pizza,} Oracle sighed, amused.

"Hey, I was hungry, no one waited for me after a long night of fighting against crime."

{You said you didn't want pizza,} Dinah said.

"Because I thought Alfred had my dinner ready, but he didn't cook." Helena growled.

{Of course, he didn`t cook. It was his day off.}

"And how was I supposed to know?"

{It's the same day every week,} Dinah answered in exasperation.

{All right, mind on the mission… Dinah, go, Oracle instructed.

{Cool,} the blonde teenager said happily.

"What about me?" Huntress asked.

{Keep an eye on her, if she gets hurt, I'll kick your ass.}

"Why?"

{You are mentoring her, so do it well.}

"All right." Huntress looked down and watched the blonde fight. She put her hand on her ear. "Kick them harder! You fight like a girl."

{I am a girl, genius,} Dinah grunted.

"Really?"

{Huntress…} Oracle warned.

"Ouch…" Helen winced when she saw a man connect a blow to Dinah jaw. "That hurt."

{You are supposed to help her.} Oracle said.

"I am helping. Maybe I can go to Macy's before I go back home."

{Why?}

"Dinah will need a lot of make up to cover the bruise on her face after the blow she just got."

{You are so funny,} Dinah growled, annoyed, after receive another hard blow. {You should warn me!}

"Okay, fifteen thugs to your right." Huntress frowned, looking at the next block. Several men were running towards Dinah, who had already had won the battle against the original men she was fighting.

{What?} the teenager exclaimed, surprised.

"Some friends are joining the party," Huntress crossed her arms over the edge of the building. "Move it, Kid, you are in trouble."

{Oh, damn.}

Dinah extended her hand and pushed back the first two men who were running toward her. She turned and took an empty trash can, throwing it at the next men coming.

She kicked one of the thugs and he stumbled back against another.

{Nice move.} Huntress said.

"Shut up." The blonde growled, banging together the heads of two thugs.

One of the thugs hit her in her knee with a stick and she cried out, falling to the ground. Rolling over, she avoided a stick against her head. She stood up and jumped back. Some of them were circling her.

"Aren't you going to help?" she asked Huntress over the comms. She was scared that she couldn't handle so many men at the same time.

{Why? The fun is just starting.} the brunette answered, chuckling.

"Good evening." A voice was heard and, out of nowhere, a black shadow swooped threateningly to the ground.

"Oh shit!" one of the men shouted.

Dinah, amazed, watched a big bat falling on the men circling her. She blinked. The dark figure was like a hurricane, it began to hit and punch the criminals. The shadow rolled and, suddenly, was at her side.

"Need a hand?"

Dinah was surprised. It was her mentor dressed as a bat, with cape and cowl. She knew she had been Batgirl, but she never imagined seeing her in action. "Bar…?"

{Batgirl, kid, Batgirl, remember to use code names.} Huntress interrupted.

"Come on," the redhead said, smiling. "We have work to do."

Dinah smiled back and nodded. Batgirl jumped towards the thugs and knocked one out with a punch to the head. Dinah pushed back another one with her telekinesis.

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"Man…" Huntress said, crossing her arms on the edge of the building and resting her cheek on her chin. Barbara was sexy as hell. She had her drooling, she was an incredible fighter and she moved like a tornado. The thugs didn't see her coming. Gymnastics really had helped her to develop a unique technique. Her long red hair was like a wildfire.

"Batgirl, you are amazing," she said. "Will you marry me?"

{Sorry, I'm taken.}

"No problem, I'm not jealous. Who is the lucky one?"

{My work.}

"I can live with that. Watch your back." She whistled, watching a fast turn and a hard kick that Batgirl used to knock out a thug. "That was good."

{Why don't you come down here and help?} Dinah grunted in her mic.

"Nah, I'm letting Batgirl have fun." She noticed a man connecting a hard slap to the teenager's face. "I just found some cool make up that will cover bruises like that one. It's at Macy's."

{You are very useful.} Batgirl said.

"Anytime."

After a few minutes of hard fighting, all the men where unconscious on the ground. Batgirl exhaled loudly.

"I missed this," she said, happily extending her hands.

They heard some claps nearby. Huntress was walking toward them.

"That was a good fight. Excellent."

"Where have you been?" Dinah asked annoyed.

"Mentoring you, I was guiding you from upstairs." The brunette pointed up with her index finger. "Oracle ordered me to do that."

"Luckily, Oracle sent me to keep an eye on you two," Batgirl said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Are you telling me that I am a bad mentor?" Huntress said, with mock offense.

"Let's put it this way-- I know you." Batgirl grinned. She was a cynic and she loved it.

"Hey, you two were having all the fun!" Huntress grinned. "And it was nice to see you fighting again. You are pretty cool."

"Yes." The redhead said, looking at her costume, "I need to fix my costume. I told you it's pretty old. Some moves were hard to do."

Dinah narrowed her eyes and pointed at Huntress. "Did you know she was coming?"

"Of course, she wanted some action." The young crime fighter explained, "She comes out often to fight with me."

"I love being Oracle," Batgirl said, "but it's fun to go out sometimes and beat on the bad guys. It's always good to be in shape."

"When you were talking to us as Oracle, where were you?" Dinah asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Where was I?" the redhead asked.

"In this building," Huntress pointed behind. "She was in front of my building."

"It was a cool entrance, eh?" Batgirl said, lifting her fist. It had been four months since the shooting and she had fully recovered. It was her first fight in months and it had felt good to fly between New Gotham's buildings, breathing the fresh air of the night.

"Nah… you are copying some of my techniques." Huntress shook her head.

"I'm going to kill you both! I almost peed in my pants when I saw all those men coming at me!" Dinah growled.

"What?" the brunette crossed her arms. "Do you think we are really going to leave you alone with no backup? Are you nuts?"

"You two suck!"

Batgirl patted the blonde's back. "Come on, Dinah, don't tell me it wasn't a good fight."

Dinah extend her hands. "My life flashed before my eyes! And you... and you, were there and you knew it!"

"Don't blame at me," Huntress said, looking at Barbara. "It was her idea."

"I just wanted to surprise you," Batgirl said. "I thought you would be happy to see us."

"You two are mischievous when you are together."

"What about a pizza now?" Batgirl asked. "As I recall, Huntress ate your last slice last night, Dinah."

"I was hungry. Alfred not was there," Huntress said.

"It was my pizza," Dinah protested.

"It was bad pizza, Dinah. Promise." Huntress shook her head. "Not good at all."

"Well, whatever, I'll buy." Batgirl walked toward the corner. "Do you want a ride on the bike, Dinah?"

"She said the magic words, let's go." The brunette rubbed her hands together, following them.

"The bike?" the blonde's eyes sparkled. "Yeah!!"

"Pepperoni," Huntress said.

"Salami." Dinah corrected.

"Ham and pineapple," Batgirl replied.

"That sucks," the girls protested.

"I'm buying, I choose… and besides… I'm the oldest superhero, remember?" The redhead glared at the brunette.

"Uh…" Huntress mumbled.

"I heard what you said to Dinah.". Batgirl put an arm around the blonde.

"I was joking."

"Ham and pineapple," Batgirl insisted.

"I protest," the brunette growled.

"You shut up." The redhead lifted her index finger in warning.

Dinah smiled, knowing she had found a new family.

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"Dinah is doing well," Barbara said, walking by the sidewalk of the Foundation building toward the park in front of it. It was a bright and sunny day.

"Yes, she looks like a nerd, but she's cool," Helena said, putting a peanut in her mouth. It was a perfect day to spend with Barbara at the park.

"Helena…" the redhead warned.

"Well, I'm just saying."

"Be nice."

"I'm being nice. I took her to school today and…" she lifted two paper bags, "I invited you to lunch. deli -- your favorite."

"I trust your choices about deli." Barbara looked both ways before crossing the street, followed by Helena.

"What do you prefer?" Helena asked, giving Barbara a paper bag with her lunch. The park was a nice place with a big field and trees surrounding it. "Trees or benches?"

"I like trees."

"Barbara?"

The redhead turned her head when she heard her name.

"Dick?"

"Dick?" Helena felt all the hairs on her skin rising.

From out of nowhere, the tall man arrived and hugged the redhead, turning some circles with her.

"I'm so happy to see you." He laughed. "Carol told me I would find you here."

"Hey," Barbara laughed. "I'm so happy to see you, too."

He set her on the ground and gave her an enthusiastic kiss on her lips.

Helena felt her blood burn in her veins.

"You look amazing as always," he said. "I have missed you so much." He took a step back and extended his hand to the brunette. "Hi Helena, how are you?"

"Fine." She gave him a forced smile and shook his hand. He had just screwed her perfect day at the park with Barbara.

"How many girls are after you now?" He punched her playfully on her shoulder. "I missed you, I always have fun with you. We had great adventures."

Barbara crossed her arms and looked at her. "I'll love to hear about it. Helena never told me about you having fun with her."

"He is joking." Helena waved her hand dismissively

"Well, let me explain," he put his hand in his pant pockets, "I rescued her every time she had trouble when two or three of her girlfriends were at the same place at the same time."

Helena grunted clearing her throat.

Barbara cocked her head toward the brunette. "I see now why she never told me about the two of you."

He laughed hard. "It was fun. Hey Helena, remember that night that two of your girls almost caught you with your girlfriend… what was her name? Ashlee? Remember?"

"Ashlee? I never heard about an Ashlee, I heard about a Francis," The redhead remarked, arching her brow at him.

"No, that was not her girlfriend. She was just one of her chicks," Dick explained. "Ashlee is, she is really hot, as I remember. She was a cheerleader of a professional football team, right?" He looked at the brunette, who smiled nervously.

"Ohh… I get it…" Barbara nodded her head and stared at the brunette. "Now I understand your interest in watching all the Oakland Raiders games last season."

Helena wanted the earth to open up and swallow her up.. or Dick.. whatever, the important was that it swallowed one of them.

"Yes, she is one of the Raiderettes." Dick replied. "Whoa, she is damn hot, no?"

"Yeah," Helena said. Why he couldn't just shut his mouth?

Barbara, playing her tongue inside her cheek, observed the lithe brunette. This talk was becoming very interesting. Helena had never mentioned any of this to her.

"So, Helena," the redhead asked, trying to sound amused, "Who was that girl Kathleen that called you every thirty minutes at our house? You told me you had seen her just once."

"Kath…? Oh.. she.. she was… I..That is…" the brunette babbled.

"Just once?" Dick pointed at the brunette. "You are terrible, Helena. Kathleen had Helena's undivided attention until she met Ashlee. She was one of the girls that almost caught her with Ashlee. I distracted her while Helena snuck out of a disco bar to avoid discovery. The other was Amanda, maybe you know her, she is the one of the best Muy Thai instructors at the Muay Thai Boxing & Fitness Center."

"That Amanda?" Barbara opened wide her eyes remembering she had seen her sometimes, the woman was a muscle machine.

"She is a goddess," Dick said "I have to admit she is damn lucky and has a good taste in girls." He patted Helena's back. "It's a shame Ashlee moved out of the city, she rocked."

"Yeah," Helena said, coughing and wondering if she should kill him slowly or make it quick. "A shame."

"But I have a surprise for you."

Helena had the feeling that she was not going to like this…

"Look who's here." He waved his hand.

Barbara blinked. On the other side of the street was a tall, and really beautiful, brunette with long hair and stunning blue eyes.

"Helena!" the woman shouted, smiling.

"Come here!" Dick waved his hand.

'Earth,swallow me up,´ Helena thought, recognizing the girl immediately.

Barbara eyed the woman. She really was a "Hawaiian Tropic" model, with her indecent mini skirt and her tight blouse. Six or seven heads turned to look at her.

"Is that the cheerleader?" she asked Dick, coldly.

"Yep. That's Ashlee," he said. "I found her in the airport and convinced her to come with me and visit Helena."

The woman gave Helena an enthusiastic hug.

"Oh, Helena, I missed you!"

"Yes, me too." The brunette tried to figure out how get out of this mess. She noticed Barbara's gaze on her. Barbara looked like she wanted to kill her.

"I always think of you and I was dying to see you again." Ashlee grinned.

"Barbara, this is Ashlee," Dick said. "Ashlee, this is Barbara, Helena's former guardian."

"Hi, Miss Gordon," the woman enthusiastically shook her hand, "I have read a lot about you, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Oh, thanks," the redhead said, wondering if her boobs were natural or silicon.

"Your work is wonderful. Helena told me about it and I convinced the Oakland Raiders team to give you a donation."

"Yes, I remember that." Barbara nodded with her head and buried her eyes on the brunette. "But Helena never told me that you helped us to get those funds… Why Helena? That was a nice gesture by Ashlee... Ashlee is your name right?"

"Yes."

"Well… I…" Helena coughed to clear her throat.

"She is an amazing girl." Ashlee moved an arm around Helena's back. "That's the reason I love her so much, not to mention the fact that she is damn sexy. Right, Marshmallow?"

Barbara blinked hearing that nickname.

"She calls me that…" Helena blushed, trying to apologize.

"I have an idea," Barbara said suddenly. "We can go to dinner at this new restaurant that just opened a few blocks from here and, later, we can go dancing."

"That sounds terrific," Dick agreed, "What do you say, Helena?"

"I don't know if Ashlee…" the brunette began.

"I'd love to go!" Ashlee said, kissing the brunette's cheek. "Come on, Marshmallow."

"Yes, Marshmallow," Barbara crossed her arms over her chest, "be nice to your guest, don't disappoint her. She has been very nice to you."

"It's done, we'll go there tonight." Dick rubbed his hands. "Look, I promised to take Ashlee to her home, knowing you are always busy, Barbara, so I'll take her, I'll do some errands and I can pick you up at eight. Is that okay?"

"Excellent," Barbara nodded.

"Good, I'll see you then, love." Dick moved forward to give Barbara a light kiss, but she put her hand on the back of his neck, giving him an intense kiss.

Helena squeezed her fist, annoyed. Why did Dick always have to be so spontaneous with Barbara? It was not enough to just shake her hand? Suddenly, she felt Ashlee's lips on hers.

"See you later, Marshmallow," the woman said, giving her a playful smack on her ass.

Dick and Ashlee waved their hands and crossed the street.

Barbara watched them go, biting her lower lip in thought.

Helena scratched her ear nervously -- that had been a really embarrassment moment.

"So, are you hungry, Marshmallow?" the red head asked, arching a brow at the brunette

Helena winced. This didn't look good. It seemed Barbara was no longer in a good mood. "Barbara, I…"

"Kathleen? Amanda? Ashlee? You never told me about your harem."

"Look, it's not what you think…" Helena shook her head.

"I see the gossip columns weren't lying about you."

"They exaggerated a bit." The brunette smiled nervously.

"How was the sex? Rough? Maybe a threesome?"

Helena waved her hands in front of her. "No, no…"

"Keep your explanations for Ashlee, I'm not interested." Barbara gave her the paper bag with her lunch and turned, walking quickly to the corner to cross the street and go back to her office.

"Barbara? What's…?" Helena called out.

"I'll see you tonight," the redhead yelled, not turning to look at her.

Helena lifted her arms. Great, just great. Wonder asshole had appeared at the worst possible moment with his big mouth. Surely Barbara was now angry because she hadn't told her everything about all her girlfriends. Helena always told her the gossips columns were exaggerating, but how was she supposed to tell her that all of it was true?

Well… she was done. She just hoped not to find any other of her hidden girlfriends tonight with Ashlee. She gave the bags of food to a woman who fed doves on a bench and walked down street.

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