"How long is she going to be out?" John questioned, striding back into cave and towards Batman disrobing to become Bruce Wayne once again.

"Another couple hours." Taking off the cowl with one hand, Bruce ignored the twitch of pain in his arm. "Then it'll take her an hour for the effects to wear off."

"She alright?" As John nodded towards the medical bay with Selina sitting on the table, clad in not much more than her underwear so Alfred could attend to all the cuts and scrapes. Barb standing by and the three of them were speaking but it didn't seem too serious as the two women cracked a smile and Alfred just shook his head.

"She'll be fine." Bruce unhooked the upper half of the suit. John saw the struggle with the one arm and helped him out of it. "Thanks."

"No problem." He murmured putting it aside. "Tim is checking on Steph."

"How is she?" Concern was evident but if John had not known better the man better the tone would have seemed a bit bland. His eyes are what gave Bruce away.

"She might be out for a while." John shrugged, noting the stabilized arm and that even over the armor that was between the suit, Bruce still had it there. "But she's been trained to handle pain, so she'll probably be up by tomorrow night."

"Just because you know how to handle the pain doesn't mean you should." Happy to finally be out of the suit, he stood in his under armor. "Helena will know that it's you who knocked her out."

"What was I supposed to do?" His eyes rolled. "Just leave her there? You told…"

"You did the right thing." Knowing the reputation of younger man, Bruce remained calm. "But we're lucky the cameras were out."

"Cop helping the Batman?" John scoffed. "Not the worse headline out there."

"Not one that you need, or Tim needs." He told him.

"No offense," John started, "but I'm not really a cowl kind of guy."

"It doesn't have to be a cowl." Bruce briefly stated. "What you wore earlier is fine."

"That was itchy enough."

"We'll work on it."

"How much longer until sleeping beauty wakes?" Barb walked over, Selina still being cared after by Alfred. When Bruce looked behind Barb, he saw that Selina was gingerly putting on a more comfortable set of clothing.

"A couple hours." John answered, knowing Bruce's distraction was on his wife. "We could just go and come back later."

"No." Breaking out of his trance, Bruce glanced at the two of them. "You both need sleep."

"Are you sure you want to be alone with her?" John looked doubtful. "She has a pretty mean right hook."

"We can just relax in the study." Barb shrugged. "I have some lesson plans that I need to work on anyway."

"Why don't you just take one of the ten bedrooms?" Walking over without so much as a limp, Selina ignored her aliments and joined her family. "Helena's been through a lot, her body will probably help keep her asleep."

"Do we get popcorn?" Barb smiled.

"I suppose, Dr. Grayson." Alfred came to them. "I'm sure we have some kernels in the pantry somewhere."

"Don't worry about it, Alfred." John waved the through off. "We can do it ourselves."

"Mr. Blake," the years had yet to slow Alfred down. They also gave him a certain grace but strength that would send Bruce into hiding, therefore when Alfred turned on the younger man, John felt a bit of fear and respect come to him. "That kitchen is categorized accordingly, of which I am positive you are not aware of. Therefore I will ask you until you are familiar with the system in the cupboards that you stay out of them."

"Fair enough." John replied and though he was slightly taken aback that did not deter him from going further. "How many people are allowed to go into the cupboards?"

"I am." Barb shrugged. "But it's just because I helped to categorize everything."

"I know how to cook." Selina provided.

"What about you?" Asking Bruce, John had an inkling to the response he would get.

"We all have our places that we chose not to go into for safety reasons." Bruce sighed.

"He made one small fire in the kitchen when he was twelve." Selina smiled, rubbing her husband's arm. "Alfred has never let him go in there again."

"Bloody fire department came and everything." Alfred sighed.

"Are you sure that fire five years ago was because of the League and not just Bruce trying to cook?" Barb giggled.

"I'm not a bad cook." Bruce defended himself.

"Of course you're not." Selina nodded. "You make a mean salad."

"Worry not, Master Bruce." Alfred chuckled at the dismay of his charge. "I will be in charge of the late snacks tonight."

"It's alright, Alfred." Barb spoke up this time. "We'll get the snacks, you can get the beds."

"A fair deal." He agreed and everyone began to head up to the main floor. "Unless Master Bruce would like to tidy up the beds, provided he knows where the extra sheets are."

"They're in the third floor closet, on the west side." Bruce informed everyone, ignoring their somewhat surprised looks. "Yes, I do know how to cook."

"Really?" Selina was inspired. "Does that mean you're making Thanksgiving dinner?"

"I said I could cook well," he amended, "not that well."

"….are you sure?" A male voice broke Helena from her dreamless sleep. Her eyes shot open and she remained a bit still, trying to think of where she could be.

"It's fine." Selina. Why the hell was she in her sister husband's house? "It'll be better this way."

"Alright, let me know if you need anything." There was a kiss sound and a door closing. Helena lay completely unmoving, trying to guess what she should do next.

"There's some seltzer on the table, Helena." Damn it, nothing got past that gold digging bitch. "It'll get rid of your headache."

"Why the hell am I here?" Helena grumbled, pulling herself up and twisting to the nightstand to grab the said seltzer. As she turned, she saw Selina's appearance. "What happened to you?"

"There were blasts at the club last night." Even though Bruce had insisted to hiding her wounds, Selina was never one to bother to do so. She had earned them and they were warnings against the life she led. "Apparently, Harley Quinn is out on the loose."

"The crazy doctor?" Taking a large chug of the drink, Helena felt the immediacy of feeling better. Then saw that she had said the wrong thing as Selina did not bother to hide her intrigue. "I saw it…"

"The news doesn't know who it is." Selina stopped her, she was standing at the foot of the bed, keeping her distance. "Uncle Jim is hiding who it is."

"I'm not going to be interrogated, am I?" Helena snapped. "Because you can just kiss my…"

"I need answers, Helena." She answered. "Thomas Elliot is working for the mob."

"The Elliots have always worked with the mob until Tommy's mom took over, you know that." The younger woman scoffed. "Why do you care so much about this anyway? I thought you were out of the Family?"

"I am." Selina supplied.

"Are you working with the Commissioner or something?" Taking the last sip of her drink, Helena put it down, feeling infinitely better.

"Something." Breezing by the question, Selina stepped forward, convinced that Helena wouldn't make a move she couldn't stop. "What do you know about the League?"

"The… wh… How do you know about them?" Her brows narrowed.

"They're dangerous and all they will tell you are lies." She informed. "Stephanie…"

"Brown?" Helena's jaw dropped.

"Stephanie, told us how she trained you and we know you're good." Coming closer, Selina was now by the side of the bed.

"We?"

"Why were you at the club?" Selina sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I…" She couldn't look away from Selina, shocked by the information she was being handed and more importantly, trying to understand how she knew about what was going on in the underworld of Gotham. "I was supposed to meet them."

"Talia and Cain?" Again, Selina could see the young woman's confusion but did not let up. Deep down, Selina could understand the drive and the pain of trying to do something right by oneself, but she knew that the track that Helena was on was either going to get her killed or worse.

"How do you know them?" A breathless question came out.

"I told you, back in Italy, that if you came back and you were in too deep that I would find you." Selina explained her reasoning. "You haven't realized that you can't handle this but you can't. The League of Shadows is larger than Gotham, the mob, everyone. They won't stop until they destroyed this city."

"What if I want them to destroy it?" Helena challenged. "It's not like there's anything here to be saved."

"Believe what you want." That had struck her harder than she thought it would. "But stop to think that they are families living here. This city that you are so quick to damn, is the city that you were born in and were half raised in. You aren't the only one that this city has wronged, but don't think that there won't be anyone to stop you."

"You mean like Batman and his goons?" She snorted. "Please like they could ever catch me."

"I wouldn't be too sure." A brow lifted in utter amusement. There was a heaviness in the air now and Selina knew that Helena had caught on. Color drained from Helena's face and she shot up from the bed and leapt to the other side.

"You're a goon?" Helena's still weak body was poised for a fight even though the woman opposite her did not engage in anything.

"I wouldn't call myself a goon." Steadily rising, Selina sighed heavily. Bruce was going to be pissed, but he had decided to bring her here. "I'm a partner, but I guess you can call the others goons."

"Why?" Her head shook in disbelief. "Why would you turn your back on your family?"

"And killing them is not turning your back on them?" Selina asked, keeping calm under the circumstances.

"I want to leave."

"That's nice." Selina commented. "But we need answers. You have no allegiance to the League and so you can tell us what you know."

"Fuck you." Helena swore. "You don't own the city…"

"Funny." It was time to unleash her less nice side. "I don't but my husband does. Tell me what you know."

"I don't know anything!" She lied.

"You do." Selina noticed the twitch of Helena's leg and knew it was going to give out. "Sit down, Helena…"

"No."

"Your leg is about to give out, so either you sit or I catch you before you fall." Selina reasoned and Helena cautiously sat back on the bed, her back facing Selina. She tried a kinder approach. "I don't want us to be enemies…"

"Too late." Helena shot back over her shoulder.

"The League had Falcone's men beat Tony." Selina knew it was low, but she had to let the young woman know all the facts. "They knew that it would get you to come here and so they beat him wi…"

"Stop." Her throat cleared.

"Being with Tommy isn't going to solve anything."

"I know."

"And killing isn't going to fill any gap." Continuing, Selina saw her shoulders tighten. "But if you help us, you can…"

"What?" Suddenly turning, Helena's eyes blazed. "Feel better by helping others? Or maybe care about people again? Fill the god damn hole in my heart?!"

"No." Selina wetted her lips to speak. "If you help us, we can make sure that nothing happens to your family in Italy."

"You just told me that the League is an international terrorist organization." Filled with doubt, Helena dared to continue. "How the hell are you going to make sure that it'll be safe for them?"

"By sending you back."

"So quick to get rid of me?"

"To save you from this city from destroying you."

"I don't want to go back." Helena shook head. "Its just memories of him."

"Fine." Selina agreed. "But you can't stay here."

"You did."

"I found my way." She said quietly. "You won't."

"How can you be so sure?" Helena scoffed. "Maybe Tommy's my way."

"If you choose him you will be destroying over eight millions lives." Seeing that she was beginning to reach the human emotion that Helena tried to hide deep within her, Selina furthered her argument. "You will be responsible for not only you and your family's demise but the entire economy of this country and others. The League causes dark ages thinking that history is just a cycle but they're the ones that cause the cycle and call it order. Order is a people having a voice and chance at living. Give those people that chance, Helena. Break the cycle."

With that, silence fell between the two women. On one hand, Selina was terrified that Helena had fallen so far away from herself that part of Selina had not wanted to tell her about their secret. The other though, knew that her sister, the one that she used to watch over and protect from their tyrannical parental units, Selina knew that she was there but scared to come out. Helena needed a push and Selina desperately hoped that she just gave her one.

"I'll let you get some more sleep." Selina saw her eyes droop and got up to walk to the door. "And just remember, it's just as hard to get into this house as it is to leave."

Stephanie moaned as she felt her body slowly get over the daze of drugs it had endured the night before. Everything felt so heavy around her that she wasn't sure exactly what to do. But even through the haze she felt a presence beside her and as her brown eyes slowly opened the figure of Tim Drake's slumped form on the side of her bed came into clearer view. One of his hands tucked under him and another was close enough to touch her thigh.

Going to shift to become more comfortable and knowing that she was in a safe place if Tim had taken her here, Stephanie was about to fall back asleep in hopes of ridding herself of the rest of the drugs, when Tim also came to. Seeming to remember where he was, his head immediately popped up and looked at her. Seeing that she was awake, his eyes widened slightly before smiling.

"You're awake." He stated somewhat idiotically, but she was too exhausted to have a witty come back in place. "How are you feeling?"

"Does it count if I'm not feeling anything?" Her head lolled to the side. "How long have I been out?"

"Almost fifteen hours." Rubbing one of his eyes, Tim decided to explain the rest. "You lost a lot of blood and Leslie…"

"Who?"

"The doctor taking care of you. She is in charge the clinic on the east side." His hand went on hers for reassurance and perhaps for more. "Dr. Tompkins knows so you don't have to worry about anything but she thinks you need to take it easy for a while."

"What's awhile?" Stephanie dared to ask.

"A little over a week." Knowing that she was not going to be happy with the answer, he braced himself. "Ten days to be exact."

"How long before these drugs wear off?" Surprisingly enough she remained calm.

"Another three hours or so." He explained further when he saw her not amused face. "I'm counting the drugs that Dr. Tompkins will give you when you go back asleep. She also wants to keep you another night."

"Now you're just being ridiculous." Stephanie sighed. "If I can break into the White House, I can break out of this clinic even on drugs."

"Not if I'm here." A small smirk came to his lips and it was then both noticed that his hand still rest upon hers. With a small ounce of guilt, Tim retracted the hand.

"And that begs the questions." She said quietly. "Why are you here?"

"You got shot Stephanie." Tim looked at her. "Why wouldn't I be here?"

"Do you really want to go into that when I'm drugged into high heaven?" Her brown eyes were dulled by the amount of medicine in her but they lit up at that certain moment.

"You're the one that doesn't want to talk about it." He stated instantly and knew that it was the wrong thing to say. "Steph listen I didn't…"

"Screw you Tim." She breathed out. Damning herself for being in such a compromising position.

"Don't get upset." Tim sighed. Why did he have to go and open his mouth?

"Too late." Stephanie growled. "You don't have to be here Tim…"

"Yes I do." He told her.

"So you can yell at me all you want?"

"No." His eyes rolled and in return she glared at him. "Steph, I don't like seeing you hurt or that you have to deal with a shitty family…"

"Because it would ruin your perfect family?" She questioned.

"My family is far from perfect." He reminded her.

"Your dad died Tim." Giving him a look, she continued. "At least he's not trying to kill you."

"Cain won't kill you."

"You're getting away from the subject." Although she may have been on drugs, Stephanie refused to let her question go unanswered. "Why are you here?"

"I want to be here." Finally he said it and she gave him a strange look. "This is definitely not the time to talk about this."

"I'm in a hospital bed and I can't run away." Stephanie glanced at their sterile surroundings. "This is the perfect time to talk about this."

There was a heavy pause in the room. Both did not necessarily want to talk about their problems or issues but they had to and there wasn't any going back. Perhaps it was the drugs, lack of sleep or just the sick of waiting for the answer she wasn't sure was going to come but Stephanie went first. "Why did you follow me here?"

"I was following the case." Tim sat down on the bed to become more eye level with her. "And I missed my family."

"Who you have barely seen." That earned her a look and she just shrugged. "So it had nothing to do with me?"

"You told me you never wanted to see me again." He sighed. "I came here for the job Steph and I wanted to come home, you can't be angry about that."

"I'm not." She said truthfully. "But it wasn't that I didn't want to see you again, Tim. It was a whole bunch of other things."

"Those were my fault." They had spoken about this dozens of times and he never knew how to fix it. Really he couldn't, so he just kept going.

"You're always so quick to blame yourself." Her eyes rolled. "It's not like I'm any prize over here."

"That's true." A little smile came to his lips then it quickly faded. "We're really screwed up."

"Yeah." She nodded. "But we've both done things we're not proud of."

"I'm sorry." Tim glanced down but forced himself to look into her brown eyes and tell her what he thought. "I should've been more supportive and I should've been there for you..."

"You were..."

"Physically." He sighed. "But I … I just … There was nothing that I could do to make you change your mind and you have all the right in the world to do what you did, but I wanted to believe that we could have that."

"Tim, I was tracking down Cain." She rarely ever called the man that was biologically her father credit and with every reason she did not have to. "I couldn't do it. And my mom..."

"I know." Tim interrupted her. "And we've talked about this a million times. I was terrified and so were you, but I didn't realize how much I wanted that kind of life until..."

"Everything went to shit." She offered when he was trapped between words. "Well I wasn't helping."

"You were under a lot of stress."

"So were you." Stephanie felt the drugs threatening to make her sleep again but this was the most civilized conversation they had about the topic of their final spilt. "How broken are we?"

"Broken." He answered. "What happened is just as much my fault but I blamed you for so long, Steph. Every time I saw parents in the park or a dad just playing with their kid, I thought about what could have been."

"Do you still?" Her eyes drooped a bit but she forced them open. "Think about that, with us, I mean?"

"I don't know if I could do that again." Licking his lips, Tim went further. "I've finally stopped blaming you and I realize how misogynist that sounds, to blame the woman for making her decision but I did. I wanted that, hell I still want that."

"It wasn't a good time." She scoffed out the sentence.

"Is there ever a good time?" He challenged and then saw how much the tone had hurt her and mumbled. "I'm not trying to get back with you but I will never stop caring or loving you. And every time you get shot I will be sitting right next to you until you're out of the hospital."

"That's a big promise, Tim." Swallowing her pride, she continued. We broke up and got back together all the time, that's not what I want to do."

"But we were together at that point for a year and a half." Tim pointed out. "We talked about getting married, Steph."

"The only time we talked about marriage was when I was pregnant." Saying the words aloud caused a bit of pain to come into the conversation. This was their dropping point, their fall out. When they had broken up they did not talk about it but instead talked about everything else. This was the first time that she acknowledged the fact really and Tim listened, truly listened. "Would you have married me if I wasn't?"

"Yes." He answered and then sighed. "You're tired, we should..."

"I was terrified, Tim." Ignoring his attempt at cutting off the conversation, Stephanie decided to let it all out. "We both knew that something was going to happen with Cain and Gotham, if brought a kid into that, it would be worse than what I had to deal with. Then we fought so much after that..."

"But you just left!" His voice did not raise that much but it did enough, calming himself, Tim spoke again. "The moment that we fought you left for Italy and then went straight to Gotham. Any time we fought you left."

"I'm done running." She sighed. "I can't do it any more."

"Literally."

"That's not funny." Giving him a look, she rubbed her eyes. "Do you think we could make it work, after all this?"

"I'm not going to make that decision right now." Tim shook his head. "We need to talk when you're not high off medication."

"Stop being logical." Steph yawned, the medication winning over her will. "And Tim?"

"Yeah?"

"I never stopped either."

"Do you think she'll come around?" Barb sweaty figure gulped a huge glass of water as they stood in the kitchen.

"I bet she will." John also took the opportunity to hydrate his own perspiration body. Even though both wanted to say that they had been up all night working up this sweat, but instead they had chosen to spar down below for just an hour while Bruce kept an eye out with Cass sitting on his lap as he logged a couple items. Selina had been the one to watch over the two and correct their stances. "She's obviously not stupid."

"She's pretty rash though." Barb told him. "And she never played very nice."

"Still upset over that doll?" Selina ventured, Cass had taken to sitting next to her, extremely close. The girl had also stood out the door while she spoke with her step sister and when Selina had to go to the bathroom, Cass was right there when she came out, along with Bruce. Of course, Bruce wasn't the surprise but the small girl was, especially with Barb was around, the two were off creating some kind of trouble for the rest of the household. Now, Cass was stoic and focused, taking a bit after Bruce.

"What'd she do?" John inquired. "Put her out of her rightful place on your shelf?"

"She cut her head off." Then Barb informed him of the real reason she distrusted the other woman. "And put her in the z-named dolls. Her name was Delphi."

"Come on Babs." All heads turned in the direction of the new voice and Helena sauntered into the room. "She wasn't even your favorite."

"She could've been." Barb amended.

"I see you escaped." Selina commented, rising from her seat and Cass felt just as inclined to.

"So that's your little mini-me." Helena glanced down at Cass, who was not friendly towards the woman whatsoever. Her brows narrowed and every point her body was tense and prepared to strike. "Don't worry munchkin, I won't hurt your new mom." Then her eyes went to the man behind the counter, his eyes met hers and Helena suddenly did not know how she missed the memo that Bruce Wayne was in fact Batman, it seemed so obvious now. "I guess you guys want to talk."

"That depends," Bruce came around, settling behind Selina, "what do you know?"

"Enough." She shrugged. "But they haven't told me everything just things that need me to know."

"Well that would make things too easy, wouldn't it?" Barb mumbled.

"What I do know is that Elliot has a drug that he's testing on the inmates over at Arkham." Ignoring Barb's blurbs, Helena continued. "It was approved by the board and now they put it into hyper drive."

"What kind of drug?" John questioned.

"It's for headaches or something." Her shoulders moved.

"Migraines." Selina corrected.

"Right." A nod and Helena explained. "I'm sure you guys are probably aware of the other things they're doing with the whole summer flu?"

"Remind us." Bruce was the one to speak and it was darker than she thought possible and Helena became fully aware of how scary her in-law could be. But she wasn't going to let on.

"All I know," Helena sighed, "is that it has something to do with this strand of flu. They're infecting people with it and I'm not exactly sure how, but I've been hearing stuff about a guy named Scarecrow and Elliot's company. I think it's the headache medication."

"Helena." Stepping forward towards his wayward sister-in-law, Bruce held her blue eyes steady. "You need to find out how they're getting this flu out there."

"Like a sample or something?" She asked.

"No." His head shook. "We need to know how they're getting it out there."

"Really?" Helena jerked her head back. "Just like that, you're going to trust me?"

"Trust isn't an issue right now." Selina took the moment to answer and Cass saw the stare her new mother was receiving and slightly stepped in front of Selina.

"Clearly." Helena dryly stated. "So why let me in on the little secret?"

"You're family." Barb shrugged and everyone looked at her. "What? She is. Dolls and all."

"You already have an in." Bruce saw the doubtful look on the young woman's face, she was not going to give in just as easily as that. Part of him respected that, another was not amused.

"What's in it for me?" It was not an unexpected question but it was still an annoying one.

"Not to die from the flu." John inputted, not believing this mob princess one bit. "And if you have any respect, you're saving an entire city. What more do you want?"

"I want anonymity." That was what she had been waiting for, a negotiation. "And protection for my family."

"I can give that to you when you find out the cause of this flu." Bruce nodded but felt his wife's, who was directly behind him, unamused face.

"How do I know that you're not just using me?"

"How do I know you're not going to tell Elliot who we are?" He posed right back. This was a big gamble from either side of the fence. Each had something to give the other and desperate times call for desperate measures. However, Bruce also knew that Helena needed to feel somewhat in charge, she had to have a sense of something to grasp at and she did. Bruce knew that Tommy was not aware of Batman or any other member.

"Fair enough." She nodded. "So we have ourselves a deal? I get you the information you need and you get me the hell out of here and protect my family."

"It would appear so."

"I can't believe you." Selina gritted out when they made it to their bedroom, Barb and John had opted to take Cass for some extra practice, while Helena decided to sleep off the rest of the sedative. Giving the excuse of feeling a bit exhausted, which she did, Selina made her way up to their room, knowing Bruce would follow. She was also feeling something else.

"What are you talking about?" Bruce closed the door behind him and gave her a quizzed look. "I thought you wanted her to..."

"I do." She told him. "But she's going to be risking her life for this."

"We need that information." Surprised by her unhappy reaction and somewhat sudden outburst, Bruce was curious as to what this was about.

"She doesn't have to risk her life!"

"She already is." His brows narrowed and his mind raced at the possibilities of her apparent dissatisfaction with the whole thing. "At least this time she's not going to be actively trying to kill people."

"You have to control everything don't you?" Crossing her arms, Selina glared at him. "Helena's my sister and if anything happens to her then..."

"That sister was ready to kill you, Selina." Although he should not have been as shocked as he was, Bruce could not help but follow her lead and be upset as well. He had done what was necessary and she had taught him that. "Or do I have to remind you that she's willing to kill anyone connected to her father's death."

"Helena knows that I have nothing to do with her father's death." Selina jerked back a bit. "And how dare you even think that she was going to hurt this family in any way."

"We must be talking to two completely different people then." His voice remained calm, breathing in; he tried to get a hold of his nerves. "Look, I don't..."

"She would never hurt me." Her head shook. "I can't believe you would even suggest that."

"A woman that's out for revenge on behalf of her father's death, in which your mother ordered?" Bruce stated in disbelief. "Yes, I do believe that she would be willing to hurt you, Selina, perhaps even kill you."

"You asshole..."

"Stop." Holding his hand up, he immediately knew that was the wrong thing to do, when she spun around and headed for the bathroom. Hurrying after her, Bruce tried to catch the door but she was too quick for him and locked herself in. "Let me in, Selina."

"No." Was the reply and a strange noise that Bruce rarely ever hear coming from his wife came through the hard door.

"Selina?" Now he was worried.

"Hold on a..." The same sound was heard and Bruce jiggled the handle, getting it loose and then opening it fully to reveal Selina bent over the toilet, heaving into it. Panic mode set in a and he got a glass from the counter, filled it with water and was at her side a few seconds.

"You're burning up." One hand rested on her head, the other on her back. Taking a breather, Selina inched herself from the toilet and Bruce flushed it. He took her in his arms and they leaned against the bathroom wall together, Selina trying to catch her breath. "It's the flu."

"No." She sighed, "I took some medicine on an empty stomach."

"Medication?" His brow lowered in confusion. "For what?"

"Don't worry, it's a Wayne product." Her eyes rolled, the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach that had been there since she woke up was still there. "Just for my knee."

As Selina felt another bout of nausea take over and Bruce sat quietly by, he shook his head, "This is not just from the medicine."

"Have Leslie check for the flu then." This was not the thing that she wanted to fight about at the moment.

"I'll call her tonight." He assured. "Get Alfred to have Lucius send over some medicine, when he takes Helena back."

"We're not done with this." Selina felt her stomach churn again and hurried over to the toilet to empty out the wonderful breakfast that Alfred had prepared that morning.

"I know Helena's your sister," Bruce rubbed her back as she rested for a moment, "but grief sometimes takes over people and causes them to act differently."

"I'm not saying she's completely there," wiping her lips Selina wanted the gross taste out of her mouth. "I am saying that she needs help and we need to give her the benefit of the doubt."

"I did."

"By letting herself probably get killed." There went lunch.

"Let's go to bed." He tried to get her up, but Selina paused.

"Bruce," even in her weakened state, Selina's blue eyes burned into his, "she's the only part of that life that I have left. She's only of the only people that knows Holly the way I did and she's someone that I took hits for. That doesn't go away easily."

"I know." Feeling that she could not possibly have anything left in her stomach, Bruce helped her to stand on shaky legs. "She may not be the same person you knew back then."

"I'm not either." Stopping for a moment by the sink, Selina took some mouthwash to feel at least a little bit cleaner. Bruce stood by silently. "But she's still my sister."

"Okay." He nodded.

"Okay?" Her eyes met his in the mirror and she arched a brow. "Care to elaborate?"

"I understand your need to protect her." Bruce started slowly, choosing the right words. "This is the safer route…"

"My…"

"She would be killing them, Selina." That caused her mouth to close and they stared at each other steadily. "Helena needs a different direction."

"She's going to get herself killed."

"That's what she wants." There was a pause between them and Selina held down something that was coming up. But he didn't elaborate.

"Why would she…"

"Tony." That was all he said, but that was all he really needed to say. Giving a sigh Selina righted herself a bit and sprayed a bit of her perfume to rid the air of the sent of her bile around them. However that was the wrong idea as she took a whiff of the mixture in the air and immediately turned to the sink and threw up once again. Bruce was at her back rubbing it, trying to be soothing.

"You have those pills that coat your stomach?" Selina mumbled miserably.

"I'll get Alfred to get them." He assured her and finally made the move to lead her to their bed.

"I can't believe this." She sighed, sitting on the bed.

"It's going around." Bruce went over to grab the glass of water from its spot on the sink's counter.

"We don't know if it's the flu yet." As she took the glass, a minor glare came to her eyes at the mention of being sick. Then she carefully sipped her water. "You should inoculate yourself and Cass just in…"

"You need to rest." Cutting her off, he tried to ease her down. She did not budge. "Selina..."

"Bruce." She grabbed his hand before he could move away. The fierceness in her eyes caused him to question how sick she truly was though her grip was slightly off but she was still persistence. He understood. "I can't let another family member die."

With a nod from him, she finally put herself in the bed, pulling the comforter around her. However, as Bruce left the room to inform Alfred of the new patient he had in Selina, a very sullen idea came to mind. He could not voice his thought but it came to him all the same. Selina was not the only one that could not lose another family member. Nightly they jumped in front of bullets together, taking one for those that could not. But the woman Selina wanted to save could take bullet and Bruce was unsure of the level of loyalty from Helena. He was also hesitant to say that given the chance of Helena facing down the barrel of a gun, that he would give her the same benefit Selina would.

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