She landed smoothly on a rooftop close to Clock Tower. Dick and Dinah were probably still on their way back to the Clock Tower after leaving the thugs tied up and ready to be picked up by the police. She preferred the fresh air to the air conditioner of the Hummer. She looked at the tall building; it looked beautiful at night. It was the tallest building at the city. Tonight, it looked even more beautiful, well, everything seemed to be more beautiful; she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, she had kissed Barbara and Barbara had kissed her back.

She wanted to be close to her again, feel her lips against hers again, her warm breath against her.

"Well, well, my lost pet is here."

Blue eyes changed to feral, Helena turned.

"Quinn..."

The insane woman was there, standing a few meters behind her with her arms crossed over her chest, and leaning on the closest brick wall. She was wearing her typical red costume, fit to her skin. She was stunning, an evil beauty.. She couldn't fathom how so much evil could be in such a small woman.

"I have been worried about you for the last two days, you just left...and left me alone." Harley put her hand over her chest feigning hurt as she walked toward her. "Worried about you... and you were off having fun. Why are you so inconsiderate to me?."

Helena squeezed her fists, feeling her blood boil.

"You look damn sexy in that outfit, Huntress." Harley's eyes moved up and down the brunette's body. She was wearing her usual leather pants and a t-shirt under her long coat. "I would love to fuck you right now, right here."

"Thanks, but I'll pass..."

"You didn't say that the last time we made love. Do you remember it?" Quinn laughed, cocking her head, her mad eyes fixed on the brunette, drilling down to her soul. "I remember it pretty well... your smell." She licked her lips. "Your taste..."

The brunette never thought she could feel this much hate for someone. Her vision was red with pain and anger. Quinn seemed know she was ready to pounce, because a second before she could move, the blonde extended her arm and pointed a gun at her.

"Tsk, tsk, stay down." She lifted her right eye brow in amusement. "I'm not stupid, Huntress. Let me ask you something, I guess hypnosis will not work now, no?"

Helena nodded smirking.

"Damn." Quinn exhaled. "The damn contact lenses again. I must kill Barbara Gordon."

"Don't you dare..." The brunette felt her muscles tense when she heard the name of the woman she loved, on the mad woman's lips.

"Why are you so annoyed? I don't understand." Quinn grinned, circling her "You enjoyed every minute we shared, and you remember them pretty well... What's your problem, Huntress? Are you still following Barbara Gordon around like a love sick puppy?"

Golden eyes turned bright in a threatening way. She clenched her teeth.

"Do you think she loves you just because she kissed you?"

This time, Huntress couldn't hide her surprise. How did she know about that?

"Helena, she doesn't love you, she just..." Quinn laughed, waving her hand, "she just has needs as all of us do, sometimes. She fucks someone one day and forget them the next day. Dick is here, they were lovers. Do you think she would trade him for you? He came for her."

Huntress took a step toward her, Harley pointed at her again with the gun.

"Ah, ah..." she grinned. "Easy my pet. Barbara has blinded you. You are just an object that she uses to satisfy her desires... You are nothing to her. She loves him. We must be together, we belong to each other."

"I'm not used to dating psycho bitches."

"Do you think I am lying? Okay, tell me..." She stood up in front of her, still threatening her with the gun, "Did she say, 'I love you' after it?"

The brunette remained silent, looking for the best moment to jump on the lunatic and rip her head off.

"Did she tell you she loves you?"

"It's none of your business."

"No, she didn't tell you," Quinzel smirked, "she doesn't love you; she just wanted to have some fun with you. A kiss is nothing, Huntress. My poor kitten, sick in love with a woman that is, right at this moment, probably fucking with her real lover."

Huntress kicked her hand with a fast movement. The pistol hit the brick wall. She squeezed the Harley's throat with her hands and slammed her back against a brick wall. The blonde coughed.

"The game is over, Quinn," she growled at her.

"My dear Huntress, always so impulsive." Harley moved her hands and put them over Huntress' arms. She began to rub slowly.

What was she doing? Helena felt a prick on her arm. Puzzled blue eyes looked at her. Quinzel laughed and lifted her hand showing her a small pin on a ring in her finger.

"I'm not stupid, my dear."

The dark woman felt an instant heaviness invading her body. Her brain was almost immediately dizzy. She tried to press her fingers hard against the throat of her hated enemy, but her muscles were numb, her knees couldn't support her weight and she fell heavily to the ground.

"It's a remarkably fast drug," Quinzel said, looking at the ring on her finger. "I couldn't risk my life with you."

Huntress struggled to get back to her feet, but everything around her was surreal. She stumbled and fell back to the ground. The forms moved in many shapes and she felt like she was floating in the air. Her body refused to move. She saw Quinzel's black boots in front of her. The blonde kneeled and brushed her hair. She felt a cold shiver, she didn't want her to touch her. She growled, annoyed.

"She just is playing with you, Huntress," she heard Harley's voice whispering in her ear. The blonde's hand caressed her belly, her body reacted to the touch with a soft tremble. "She will never give you what you want or need..."

Quinzel's lips were on her neck. The brunette couldn't avoid feel a warm feeling in her body.

"I can give to you all the pleasure you need... I can touch you as no one else can." Quinzel's hand slipped under her tank and cupped her breast, squeezing.

Helena gasped, she half opened her eyes and found evil blue ones fixed on her. Her body was humming in excitement. She felt Quinzel's lips on hers. He mouth was demanding, kissing her hard and rough. Their tongues danced and stroked against each other. The kiss deepened and drew on, until eventually, inevitably… Helena wanted her.

Quinzel lowered her head and yanked the tee up and out of the way before her mouth trapped a soft, firm flesh.

Helena felt her desire growing and, in her drugged state, the feelings were even stronger. She felt every touch as if she was hypersensitized. She felt the heat growing between her legs… she needed to be touched. As if Quinzel read her mind, she felt the blonde's hand cupping the juncture between her thighs with a rough movement. The blonde thrust once and the young woman growled.

"You like this... I know you like this..." The blonde lifted her head and licked her cheek slowly. "I wanna fuck you now. You are mine, Huntress."

Keeping her eyes open was impossible, Huntress felt herself slipping even as she felt another hard trust against her...

The brunette jerked up with an abrupt movement. Where was she? She blinked her eyes and the room came into focus, the curtain was half opened, lighting the room with the morning sunshine. She became aware that she was in Barbara's bedroom. She felt her hands keeping a grip on soft sheets, she lowered her head. She was under the warm covers of the redhead's bed.

What was she doing there?

The last...

The events of the last hours struck in her head like a cold shower.

Fuck...

She covered her head with her hands. What she had done?

Quinzel had again taken control of her thoughts, her mind, her feelings. She hated this, she couldn't keep dealing with this. She was dangerous. At any moment, the evil woman could take control of her and she could hurt Barbara, or worse, kill her. She pushed off the blankets stood up, it was cold. She was just wearing her underwear and a thin tank top. She rubbed her arms and looked for her clothes.

The bathroom door opened and she lifted her head.

Barbara.

"Helena." She was drying her hair with a white towel and smiled at her, "You are awake." She threw the towel on a small bench and wheeled toward her immediately. "How do you feel?"

The young woman felt so ashamed, she avoided looking her. "I'm fine, thanks. Where are my clothes?"

"Hey easy." Barbara said, touching her arm.

The fingers on her skin were like an iron rod, she felt so dirty. She tried to brush off her reaction to the touch by walking toward the single couch that was at the corner of the room.

"I'm cold… where is my shirt?"

The redhead knew immediately that something was wrong. She was avoiding her look, her touch. She followed the brunette and stopped the wheelchair in front of her. Helena picked up her shirt, but when she turned, she found intense green eyes staring at her.

Fuck.

She was blocking her way.

"Sit down," Barbara said.

"Barbara I…"

"Sit." Barbara's voice was steely and left no room for negotiation.

Helena was stronger, faster, agile, but Barbara could defeat her so easily with a single word. She exhaled and let herself fall on the couch, knowing she was cornered. She rested her elbow on the arm and looked at the other side of the room. Se didn't have the courage to look Barbara in the eye. She loved her more than her own life, but every time she was with Quinn, she lost control of her emotions, of her soul. She didn't deserve her… and, besides, as Harley had said, she'd never told her she loved her, maybe it had just been a moment.

"What happened?" Barbara asked.

Helena shifted uncomfortably in her place. This was not going to be an easy talk.

"I don't remember," she mumbled.

"You told me that you would tell me everything, that you would never lie to me again, that you trust me."

Double fuck. Helena rubbed her forehead.

The long silence was clear to the redhead, a signal that it had happened again. Her mind had been lost in another weird dream. She moved her hand to touch the brunette's hand. She felt it flinch.

"Barbara, I can't." the young woman said, retracting her hand. She scrunched down in the couch a bit more, trying to escape.

The dreams were still there, Barbara knew she needed to stop them. They were affecting her young partner so much. She reached out and held Helena's hand in her own, she was not going to let her go.

"Barbara…" the young woman moved uncomfortably. She fixed her eyes on her hands. Barbara could clearly see the pain and sadness in her eyes.

"Dick and Dinah found you unconscious on top of a building," Barbara began in a soft voice, caressing her back hand with her thumb. "I saw your signal unmoving on the screen. I called you. You didn't answer and I thought something was wrong. What happened?"

The thin brunette bit her lips, still refusing to meet her eyes.

"Look at me," the older woman requested gently, "Please..."

Helena opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't find the words. It was hard to talk about this.

"You told me you trusted me. Trust me, please... look at me."

Her young partner closed her eyes a brief second. It was hard to deny Barbara's requests. Helena inhaled deeply before turning her head and finding lovely green eyes regarding her. Her gaze flowed over Barbara's face, her lovely features, her creamy skin, her finely sculpted nose, red lips and a sharp chin. She loved her so much, so much… and she had given herself to that crazy bitch again.

"It was another nightmare, right?"

Helena's eyes turned moist, she swallowed with some difficulty.

"I don't think so…" she said with a barely audible whisper

"What happened?"

The brunette closed her eyes; a tear slid down her face.

"Helena?" Barbara cupped her face with her right palm, the brunette tried to move it back, but the older woman followed her movement, "Please, tell me. We must stop this, but I need you to tell me."

Blue eyes, filled with tears, stared at her helplessly. She drank in the sight of the Barbara, she had failed her again. "…She took me again…"

Barbara felt her heart clench, her heart broke into thousands of pieces. "It was a dream…"

"No, no…" She shook her head.

"It was, Helena, she is trying to confuse you."

"She knew I had kissed you… she… drugged me… she kissed me… and, and I could only think about kissing her and wanting her to touch me..." the brunette sobbed. "I'm such an ass …"

Barbara pulled her against her and wrapped her arms around the delicate body. The young woman sat on her lap and hugged her, burying her face in her neck as she cried.

"No, Helena, it's not true." Barbara felt a tear slip down her cheek. "It was a dream. She is playing with your mind." She kissed her forehead. "I swear I checked you when Dick brought you here. Your blood didn't have any trace of drugs, you just fainted."

"No."

"I would never lie to you, you were dreaming." She turned her head slightly to press a soft kiss to Helena's head. "It was a dream."

"I'm a shit…"

"No, you are not… she is using you. Please don't think that."

"I want it to stop." Helena hugged her harder and cuddled against her, as she had done many times with her mom as a child when she'd felt scared or afraid. Barbara's warm embrace was like being in a cocoon, where no one could touch or hurt her. It was just Barbara and herself…. the world, the pain, nothing else existed.

"We will stop it, I promise." She turned towards Helena's head and kissed her hair, she brushed her unruly bangs back and her lips brushed against her temple. Butterfly kisses covered the soft skin above the brunette's eyes. Barbara inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the wild aroma of her partner. She traced dark eyebrows with her fingertip.

The brunette stirred under her caress. The redhead's fingers moved slowly toward the brunettes chin, she painted it with her index finger, then moved toward those full red lips, caressing them. Helena's tongue moved out shyly and touched her finger. Barbara's finger moved forward and touched the brunette's teeth. Helena captured her finger and sucked it softly.

Barbara pulled that beautiful face towards her and kissed her softly. Helena kissed her back and melted under her touch. The feel of her tongue was like air to her soul. Helena moved forward, slowly she sat up on the redhead's lap and arranged her legs on each side of Barbara's thighs. She took the redhead's face in her hands and deepened the kiss.

Barbara felt her heart rate increase. The naked skin of Helena's back felt wonderful under her hands. The trembling of the young woman's muscles, shifting minutely under her hands, made her feel… excited? Yes, that was the correct word; she felt her body humming, a warm glow rising on her skin.

She felt Helena moan in her mouth. She opened her eyes feeling dazed with pleasure. Helena had her eyes closed and arched her head back. Barbara noticed then that she'd moved her hand, without conscious thought, and was cupping the younger woman's breast. She lifted her eyes; Helena's neck, offered to her, was too much to resist. She leaned in and bit it gently, while her fingers pressed the soft mound harder.

"Barbara…" The brunette growled, grabbing the older woman's head. She felt her body purring in pleasure. It felt so wonderful. She lowered her head and traced Barbara's ear with her tongue, she licked it slowly, with tiny movements. She had smelled her before, but never tasted her skin. It was salty, with a hint of orange. She slowly brushed her cheek against her carefully, feeling her skin against her. Then, she moved back to her lips.

After long and tender strokes, the brunette moved back slowly. She felt her heart would explode out of her chest.

Barbara's eyes opened, dazed, and she looked at Helena. She marveled at the wonderful feral eyes regarding her.

The young woman brushed back the older woman's hair, it was so soft… she'd never touched it as she was doing now, it was like silk.

"You know I must go," she whispered.

"Go?" Puzzled green eyes looked at her. "Why?"

"She is controlling me," Helena moved her hands to cup the redhead's face. She looked like an angel, a lovely red angel. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You would never hurt me." Barbara brushed her lips against hers.

Helena sighed and hugged her. "She will tell me to, and, if my mind is controlled…" she felt her heart breaking, "I would do it, and I don't want to. I couldn't live knowing I…"

"That is not going to happen. We will stop her."

"You don't understand."

Barbara moved back and took Helena's chin in her hand, forcing her to look at her. "I understand."

Shaggy bangs shook. Eyes, surrounded by a deep violet color, fixed on her. "You are my life, Barbara," the fingers of her left hand moved to the redhead's nose "you are part of my soul." Her finger traced the older woman's lips and moved below, to her jaw. "You are everything to me. I can't imagine a day without you, I can't live without you. If something happens to you because of me, I'll die."

Barbara smiled at her, she took her hand and kissed it.

"We will defeat her once more. Don't surrender, you never surrender, you are fighter, a great fighter."

"I'm scared." Helena's voice was a raw whisper. She dipped her head, hiding her eyes under long bangs. It was hard to accept.

"Me too." The words did little to alleviate the brunette's concern. For a few moments, Barbara considered her partner's fear, she was right to be concerned. Quinn had turned deadly. She rubbed Helena's arm. "But we will win. Do you trust me?""

Helena smiled lightly and nodded.

"And I trust you."

The two lingered in a wordless embrace.