A/N I Own Nothing, All Characters Are Owned By D.C And Warner Bros.

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The world blew up.

That was Bruce's first thought. His world blew up. And he had done nothing but watch helplessly.

In some ways it was like watching his parents be murdered when he was eight.

For a second he was frozen in horror as the buildings' roof exploded leaving a cloud of ash and fog in its wake. Terror took hold as he was jolted to life and took a running start towards the roof.

He prayed to Hera he wasn't too late.

Selina coughed in a futile attempt to clear her aching lungs.

Eyes burning from the ash she cautiously did a quick survey of her battered body. The only thing that was in dire pain was a rib, she figured it must have been sprained.

She carefully sat up clutching her throbbing rib and looked around. She didn't see anything or anyone, just smoke.

Her eyes searched for her daughter and the crackpot. For a second a part of her hoped he was dead before she dismissed the thought. She wasn't that lucky.

She opened her mouth to cry out for help, but instantly started coughing violently. She was getting to old for this stuff. Whoa there honey, you've still got some spring and four lives left. You're not done yet.

With that thought in her mind she ignored the searing pain and took a step up, leaning on a piece of wood for support.

Where were they? Catwoman began to panic slightly, this couldn't be good. When someone wasn't found quickly it rarely meant they were doing great.

If they were even alive.

She shook her head, this wasn't the time to think like that. "Helena?" She called.

But only the crackle of a stray flame reached her ears. "Huntress!"

Nothing. Not a sound. She didn't want to think negatively, but. . .

"Huntress!"

The roar of silence was nearly deafening. "Huntress!"

Nothing. With a weary sigh she sat down and clutched her rib again. No use using what little breath she had left.

She was beginning to think it would be a waste of oxygen.

Q groaned and blinked behind his mask.

Everything hurt, it felt like someone had dropped a set of weights on his head.

His entire body was sore, he didn't think he was going to last much longer. Especially his head, it hurt like a mother.

He had been standing next to Helena when the blast went off, only a few feet away from them. They'd been in direct fire.

The next few seconds were a blur, though he did vaguely remember shielding Helena as they dropped to the ground.

Helena.

Suddenly terror flooded through him, was she alright?

Ignoring the searing pain through his body he shifted slightly and looked at her.

She seemed alright, though her eyes were closed. He couldn't see any damage aside from a small cut on her cheek. He saw her chest rise and fall and felt relief pulse through him. Helena was okay, it was all okay.

He felt himself begin to fade away. Apparently that pain in his head was worse than he'd suspected.

He barely managed to look at Helen. She was the last thing he wanted to see before everything went dark. He took in her body and face slowly, trying to memorize every little detail.

She was so beautiful.

I'm sorry I never got to tell you. He thought guiltily as he began to slip away from consciousness. I hope you don't hate me when you realize I never told you. I was going to.

Through pain-hazed eyes he stared at her. His beautiful Helena. He loved her so much, as long as she was fine then he could rest in peace and ease. Otherwise he'd never be able to catch a break from the guilt of failing her.

Ignoring the blinding pain through his body, he lifted his arm up and with a shaky hand lightly touched her cheek.

"Love you." He mumbled, barley conscious.

Then there was nothing but darkness.

Helena groaned as she woke up.

Stupid punk had tried to blow them up. She'd hurt him for that later.

She squinted her eyes opened and flinched in pain. Everything hurt but her hair. After a quick inspection she was relieved to discover that the only thing that had gotten hurt was a small sprain in her right wrist. She said a silent prayer of thanks, this could have been so much worse.

She vaguely realized someone was on top of her. Oh duh, Q. He had jumped in front of her when they saw the blast.

She'd have to 'repay' him later.

"Mm, Q?" She mumbled sitting up.

"Q?" She tried shaking his shoulder. She let out a tiny gasp as she realized he wasn't awake and had gash where his face should be, part of his mask had been blown off.

"Vic!" She breathed realizing he wasn't responding. "Dammit Vic, get up!"

For a second terror took hold, with her hand shaking slightly she put her hand on his neck and almost cried in relief. He was still alive, just unconscious.

"Idiot." She whispered in relief not really meaning it. She rubbed his chest trying to coax him back to Earth. "Q, come on babydoll, up and at 'em."

"Len?" He mumbled beginning to move.

"That better be short for Helena." She smirked helping him sit up.

He nodded tiredly and rubbed his temple. "You okay? Nothing broken?"

"Nothing bad. I think I sprained my wrist though. You'll have to kiss it and make it better later."

Q snorted before flinching in pain. Huntress looked at him worriedly. "Vic, are you sure you're okay?"

"Fine. Head injuries bleed a lot, you know that."

"I know." She murmured standing up and giving him a hand so he could do the same. "But you need all the help you can get up there, crazyman."

He smirked. "So I need help with sanity, eh? Guess being married to you wasn't my brightest plan."

"So you don't like me?" She pouted as they flirted.

"Never said that."

"Good." She smirked tugging him by the tie and beginning to kiss his lack of face as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Normally she'd make him take the mask off first, but hey, they didn't normally get blown up. That only happened every month or so.

"Ohhhh." She moaned shamelessly as he kissed her neck. She pulled him closer and leaned against the wall, wrapping a leg around his waist as he his hand travelled up her thigh.

She was seriously considering ripping their clothes off and going at it right now on the roof of a building that had been blown-up even though the League would probably be there soon.

"That's what you've been doing?" a voice growled from behind them. They both jumped and broke apart attempting to make their activity less obvious. They were failing miserably.

"Do you know how worried I was?" Hissed Selina. "The building just blew up and you're both back here trying to fuck each others brains out through your clothes!"

"Hey, back off!" Helena glared. "You can't tell me what to do!"

"Watch me." Selina fumed.

Helena opened her mouth to tell the bitch to fuck off when another voice from behind them started talking. "That's enough. Catwoman, go wait in the javelin. Huntress, Question, try to keep it in your pants long enough to be teleported. You both are in trouble for not reporting back instantly."

"Well, sorry!" Huntress spat. "God, you morons have so many rules! I thought he was dead, okay! I was glad to see him!"

"Just a slight concussion." Question explained awkwardly.

"Whatever." Bruce frowned. "Just do as I say."

"Well, I'm sure Catwoman here's that from you all the time. . ." Huntress smiled.

"Helena, come on, can't we be civil here?" Vic begged.

"Shut up." She snapped. "And no, I can't be, mainly because I don't want to."

"That's rich." Catwoman snarled. "Why don't you listen to the psycho you married?"

Batman frowned, not liking where this was going.

"Oh, shut it already!" Helena cried. "I get it, you don't like him! Do you honestly think I give a shit what you think? Just leave us alone, God!"

"You should care what I think, you little brat." Selina spat.

"Why?" Helena shouted.

"Because I'm your mother, dammit!"

Dead silence.

". . . What?" Huntress said in a deadly calm voice.

"I'm your mother."

"Hah. That's cute." Helena shot. "And I suppose he's my Father, right?" She asked sarcastically cocking a thumb in Bruces' direction.

"Yes." Selina said coolly.

"You two are insane! Come on, how stupid do you think I am? My parents were Maria and Franco Bertinelli, not you two. Now stop lying or I'll shoot your eyes out!"

"I'm not lying, darling." Selina continued. "Those were your adoptive parents. I gave you to them."

"You're lying." Helena argued, her voice a little shaky.

"Are we?" Selina asked. "That building next to us, I gave you away there. They probably still have the files."

"N-No, I don't believe you." Helena tried beginning to doubt herself. They looked so serious.

"Fine, see if I care. Deep down you know I'm not lying. Go see for yourself, if you're so sure then you've got nothing to hide."

Huntress clenched her fists. "Fine, I'll prove it, you bitch. Now shut up and stop disrespecting my parents or I'll kick your ass into last week!"

"Oh, one more thing. He knows too." Selina added gesturing to Vic.

Helens' eyes flew to her husband.

"Helena, I-"

"You're all wrong." Helena whispered. It couldn't be true, no way in hell. They were playing a trick on her, punishing her for almost making love with Q when they were supposed to report right back.

"And I'm going to prove it."

And with that she fired her crossbow and leaped onto the building next to them.

She'd make them eat those words.

Then she'd kill Vic for playing along.

A/N Wonder how many of you thought I killed Q for a second? Huh, so next chapter: Helena finds out.

A/N Should Rex have a sister or brother, I haven't decided yet.

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