Batgirl felt angry, angrier than she had ever felt. She stared at the city below her. It was full of life now. The danger was gone. The Clock tower was not too far, a few blocks away.

She'd almost lost her, she had felt so scared, she would die without her.

Why did the young woman always act so irresponsibly? Why didn't she ever stop to think?

She rubbed her face. She had just realized how important she was in her life. Why had her love grown so much? Why, when she already knew that Helena would never be her future. How could she fight her feelings? Against the deep love that lived inside her heart?

Huntress was her world, her everything.

She had kissed her. It had been a mistake. But she couldn't avoid those tempting lips so close to her. It had been a big mistake, how was she to explain it now? Huntress was a woman that just liked to play, that just wanted to have a good time with women and then keep moving on. It made her angrier. How could she love someone like her?

"Barbara?" a voice behind her said.

She recognized it immediately. She rested her hands on her hips and stared at the city below her.

"I said I don't want to talk with you now."

"But I want to."

"Go away." Batgirl couldn't avoid feeling nervous. Lately, Huntress' presence disturbed her always controlled nerves.

"No." Huntress walked toward her, she wanted to know. She had many questions twisting in her mind.

Batgirl turned and glared at her. "Go! Leave me alone!"

"Just because you say so?"

"Yes."

The brunette began to circle her slowly. "Must I remind you that I'm not good at following orders?"

"You don't have the right to risk the team's safety for your stubbornness." Batgirl pointed out angrily.

"I saved your life." Huntress stood up and leaned slightly toward her.

"I didn't ask for it!" the redhead spat.

"Do you think you are the only one who can make decisions?" the young woman shouted, feeling frustrated. "What about Dinah? What about me? I have the right to make my own decisions!"

"You almost died!"

"That's the risk!" the brunette took a step toward Batgirl, pointing at her with her index finger. "You know everybody has the right to make a mistake."

"No! You don't have the right to fail on a mission like this one!"

The brunette smirked and took a step back. "I see… the 'all knowing' Oracle is pissed because I can be much better than her, because I can take control on a mission without her help."

"I'm angry because it was an unnecessary risk."

Huntress ran a hand through her hair in exasperation; she was angry, why was Barbara always so hard on her? "Why do you yell at me all the time?" she asked.

"Act like a mature person!" Batgirl crossed her arms.

Huntress moved toward her, challenging.

Batgirl was caught in those blue eyes. She didn't move, she was not going to step back.

"Maybe are you angry because I excited you last week and you want more?" the brunette taunted.

"You wish," the older woman said, clenching her teeth and feeling anger burning in her.

"Well…" Huntress leaned in, mere inches from her face.

Batgirl felt her mouth go dry. Se could feel the brunette's breath on her. Helena's lips were so inviting, so tempting.

The young woman moved forward and whispered in her ear, "You kissed me."

Batgirl bit her lips angrily.

"What? I hurt your pride?" Helena moved back, grinning.

"No, it hurts me that you don't understand that we are a team." The redhead clenched her teeth. "Don't mix issues, you don't know what love is. You only want to have fun and leave."

"I know what love is." The young woman felt as if she had slapped her. What she felt about her? She never would understand how deep her love for her was; she had loved her in silence for years, supporting her, being always there for her while she preferred other persons that never had been there for her.

It was Batgirl's turn to smirk and she crossed her. "Came on, for you love means just fuck."

Huntress couldn't contain her anger. She didn't have the right. She pushed Batgirl against the wall that was behind her and put her hand on her neck. "Shut up! You don't know."

Batgirl reacted. In a blink, the brunette found herself backed up against the cold wall. The redhead put her arm over the young woman's neck. She could feel the young woman's breath on her face; her familiar smell filled her senses, her eyes were only a few inches from her, looking at her with that intensity that made her feel naked. She was strong, wild, gorgeous, an intoxicating mix that turned her on.

"Never," the crime fighter warned, "never raise your hand against me again."

The redhead looked so beautiful when she was angry. Huntress fixed her eyes on Barbara's lips. They were full and inviting. Huntress grinned. She knew what pissed her off, what made her feel vulnerable -- that another person knew her weakness.

"What are you afraid of?. You are afraid of me, of what I am. I know you." Huntress said with a low voice, taking her time to pronounce each syllable.

"I'm not afraid of anything." Batgirl felt trapped by the magic of Huntress's blue eyes, each word was a seductive challenge, she could feel her heart beating hard in her chest.

"I know your weakness, I know your demon, I know what hurts you…" the brunette mumbled, tempted to kiss the redheads lips. She wanted her, she wanted her so much. "…and what you love. You always have everything under control. You are afraid to lose control with me because you know I know you as no one else does. Because you know I'm the only person you can't control."

Huntress winced in pain when her arm was painfully twisted behind her back. The redhead slammed her face against the wall. Dammit, she was fast.

"Is that what you think?" the dark vigilante moved close to her face and growled angrily. "You are wrong, very wrong."

Barbara turned her and pushed her back against a ladder on the wall hard. Before she could react, she found her right wrist cuffed over her head, on a ladder step.

"What the…?" Huntress protested in surprise, lifting her free hand to release her trapped wrist, but Batgirl caught it too and cuffed it over her head. Annoyed, she glared at the redhead. "Hey! Are you insane? Let me go!"

"Who is afraid of who, now?" the redhead pressed her forearm against the brunette's neck and moved her face closer. She could feel the girl's heart thumping hard in her chest. "I think you are afraid of me, I'm the only one who you don't scare, I'm the only one who controls you, mine is the only voice to which you listen, since you were a child, you are only pretending to be a rebel now, to prove to yourself that you are in control… but no, it's me."

They stared at each other in silence for long seconds. The tension could have been cut with a knife. Barbara had felt always strangely drawn to her former charge, a fascination that had awakened some erotic sensations she'd had a hard time dealing with. To be sexually attracted to her had bewildered her. She had tried to deal with it, tried to distract her mind with other people, on other things. But feeling the warmth of Huntress' body so close to her… It made her senses lose control.

She went on, her eyes fixed on Helena's mouth.

The brunette felt her mouth suddenly dry, she couldn't move her gaze from those red lips. She closed the small space between them and kissed her. When her lips brushed against the older woman's, she moaned and it was the redhead's tongue that moved forward. It was an electric touch, overwhelming for both. At first, Helena didn't respond, she was stiff, holding her breath. Barbara traced the outline of her lips with her own, wanting more.

Huntress finally managed to shake her astonishment and opened her mouth to welcome Batgirl, She heard herself moan softly as their tongues prodded at each other, demanding. Barbara wanted more and put her left hand on the brunette's neck to pull her closer. There was no world, no sounds, nor anything around them.

Huntress's kiss deepened as Barbara pulled her tighter, she let her tongue circle Barbara's, both in an erotic, intense fight to take the control. Tongues meeting and pulling away to meet again. She was drowning in the redhead's intense caress. She felt her passion and love for her igniting, consuming her. Batgirl was rough, demanding, she kissed her as no one had done before, she was taking her air, her soul.

She tried to touch the redhead, but the chains holding her wrist reminded her that she was trapped, and it made her more excited.

"Do you think you know me?" Batgirl moved back a few inches, resting her forehead on Huntress', both breathless.

The brunette's eyes glowed in desire made her tremble, it was so sexy.

Barbara pressed her lips against her again and mumbled: "You don't, you don't know what I want."

"What… do… you want?" Huntress mumbled into the kiss, wanting more, lost in the pleasure of those amazing lips on hers.

Batgirl moved to the side and bit the brunette's neck. Huntress shivered and gasped.

"No…" Batgirl licked her neck softly, whispering, "Tell me you, what do you want?"

The dark haired woman couldn't suppress a growl, feeling she was losing control. This time, it was she who moved her head to the side to trap the redhead's lips.

The kiss lasted a long time. Huntress' kiss was hard, but tender, Batgirl could feel the passion within the other woman; the flaming passion she had stopped fighting. Huntress growled, it was the most erotic sound Batgirl had ever heard and she deepened the kiss, urging the other woman on with her tongue, her lips, her hands holding Helena's neck.

"Barbara…" Helena said breathlessly, when she could break free, her eyes had morphed.

"Tell me what you want," the redhead growled again.

"I want you."

Batgirl trapped the brunette's lips again, she felt she was floating in heaven, kissing and tasting that wonderful woman. She moved her lips to her neck again as she removed her gloves. She wanted to feel the brunette's skin under her hands. When both of her hands were free, she let them trace the young woman's bare waist. Luckily, she loved those short tank tops. She let her fingers caress the firm muscles, trace each curve, each hollow. She smiled to herself feeling the young woman trembling under her touch. Her hands move up and down the brunette's breasts and she pressed her body against Huntress, moving her leg between the dark vigilante's.

She let one of her hands sweep down the young woman's back and took her buttocks, pushing Helena against her leg. The brunette gasped. She tried to free herself, but the old woman arrested her movement.

"Don't."

Huntress' heart was beating at high speed, Batgirl forced her to rock her leg and Huntress moved her hips to meet her. After a few seconds, she found the pace. Batgirl's warm, long fingers moved under her tank top and cupped one of her breasts.

"You are mine." Batgirl said in her ear.

"Harder." The dark haired woman mumbled, resting her head on soft red hair. Her clit was throbbing harder and it seemed to want to explode with each thrust of the redhead's leg against her. She growled, arching her neck, and the other woman took the opportunity to bite the area where her jugular was.

The feeling of the redhead's teeth on her neck and the movement of her body against her, put Huntress on the edge. She ground herself harder against the old woman's thigh. She never had felt as excited as she did now. She tried to move her hands and touch her former guardian, but the restrains on her wrist arrested her movement.

She was angry and annoyed; she wanted to touch her, feel her skin vibrate. She pulled hard once more, unsuccessfully. She heard the sound of fabric ripping and a warm mouth encircling one of her breasts. She cried in pleasure, closing her eyes. Dazed, she opened her eyes and was trapped by green ones as she witnessed the obscene way the redhead opened her mouth to take her breast again in her mouth. She was lost in overwhelming sensations for long minutes. Batgirl was touching her, her entire body was on fire.

Batgirl felt warm between her legs and she maneuvered to press her aching need against the brunette's hip. She began to rock against her, using her hand on the younger woman's buttock to press her thigh against her. It was so exciting to take that wild woman to the edge. It was so exciting too, as she never could imagine, to have her trapped, under her control.

They moved with erratic movements, lost in passion. The redhead, surrounded in her own desire, couldn't stop teasing, feeling that smooth skin under her fingers. She sucked hard on the soft mound in her mouth and was encouraged by the whimpers of the young woman.

"Bar…" the brunette tried to clear her throat. Crap. It was so hard to think with that wonderful tongue doing marvelous things to her breast, sucking her so hard, licking, tasting. She growled in annoyance, straining at the handcuffs that restraining her hands above her head. She wanted desperately to trace the other woman's body, map her curves, caress her face. "I want to touch you…" she pleaded, pulling on her hands again, "Please, let me touch you."

"No, you are mine…" Barbara's mouth was on her lips again, her fingers on her breasts, her nipples were captured between forefingers and thumbs. Batgirl squeezed and twisted the erect nubs, making her crazy with desire.

The redhead found she wanted more of this woman, she wanted to hear her crying her name, feel her, taste her. She lowered her mouth again to one of her breast as her left hand slid down her stomach slowly, letting her fingernails scrape across soft skin.

Huntress hissed through clenched teeth, pulling her restrains. "Barbara, please…"

The sound of the button of her pants popping and a zipper sliding down filled the air. Batgirl's hand slid smoothly below her underwear, she played with short curls.

The brunette moved her hips forward, trying desperately to find her fingers.

Barbara moved up, jade eyes fixed on dilated cat ones. Helena's face looked so beautiful lost in pleasure. She let her hand dip lower and teased wet lower lips. A hiss escaped the young woman's lips. She began to move her hand slow, letting it trace, discover each fold, tease a moist opening.

"You are mine." The redhead took her cheek in her hand and whispered in her ear at the moment that she let her fingers move inside her.

Huntress cried and arched her body, feeling the older woman inside her. All her muscles trembled, after a few seconds she began to move in rhythm with the wonderfully long fingers taking her.

Barbara pressed her crotch against Huntress' thigh and she began to move with her. Huntress could feel her heat against her thigh through her leather costume. Her hard breaths and gasps, and the sound of leather rubbing against leather were the only sounds. The redhead kissed the brunette roughly, mapping her mouth, tracing, tasting, holding the back of head with her other hand.

"Barbara..:" Huntress growled and buried her head in Batgirl's neck. "I'm close…"

"Helena…." The redhead groaned, feeling she was close to the edge too.

They began to move faster against each other.

Both came at the same time, it was a bright explosion with a white light. There were no sounds, just an overwhelming sensation and, afterwards, a peaceful darkness.

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When the redhead opened her eyes, she felt for a moment that she had been dreaming, until a soft purr under her let her know it really had happened and that it hadn't been just an erotic dream. She was resting her head on the brunette's shoulder.

It really had happened. What had she done? She had let her feelings control her. She was so angry with the young woman, she'd meant to just leave her cuffed her there to teach her a lesson, but… getting her so close, had ignited her darkest desires and they had taken control of her. She let her fingers caress Huntress' chin. God, how she loved this woman. She wrapped her arms around her, hugging her and kissed the side of her jaw. This had been so erotic, so wild… so unexpected. But it had been wrong. Very wrong. She had let her emotions, rather than her head control her actions.

Helena had always taunted her for fun, as she taunted so many women just to see if she could seduce them and have sex, and she had fallen for her game. She was so stupid.

The brunette lazily opened her eyes and moved her head up to rub her head against the older woman purring. She didn't know what had possessed Barbara to do that, but it had been amazing. She was still in heaven. Barbara had been her dream for years and years.

"I'm sorry, Helena." Batgirl exhaled and took a hand to her forehead.

The lithe brunette lifted her head.

"I'm not…" She planted a soft kiss on the redhead's lips and began to brush her mouth against the older woman's face softly in a tender caress.

After a few seconds, her lips moved toward Barbara's and her tongue shyly asked for entrance. The redhead melted under the soft touch and kissed her back. She needed to stop it, but she couldn't, the brunette was an irresistible drug for her.

After a long, intense kiss, Huntress moved back, grinning.

"Weren't you chained…" the redhead inquired, caressing her cheek with her index. Why was this just an impossible dream?

"Well… we owe the city a new ladder, I broke this one." Huntress lifted her hand and showed the broken cuff still hanging from her hand.

Barbara smiled lightly.

The young woman leaned over her, burying her head on her neck. Barbara's smell was intoxicating for her, she wanted to feel her skin under her fingers, she wanted touch her, pleasure her. She rubbed her head gently against her as her hand slid over Batgirl's side, moving up toward her chest. The problem here was the damn clasp on her costume, so hard and cold. She gently bit the elegant neck.

"Maybe you are over dressed now…" she purred, moving her hand toward the bat belt.

The redhead felt her body reacting to the gentle gesture. She couldn't fall again into the young woman's game. Suddenly, she was stiff. What was she doing? Why she had let things go so far? She pushed the brunette back with a soft, but firm movement.

"Barbara?" the young woman asked, confused.

"We must go." She sat slowly.

"But…" .

The experienced crime fighter noticed the nakedness of the dark haired woman's chest, she really had an amazing body. No, she averted her gaze, she couldn't be thinking of that. She picked up her gloves and stood up "Close your jacket. It's cold."

"Wait." Huntress stood up, too, zipping her coat. "What's wrong, Barbara?"

"We must find Dinah." The redhead arranged her costume.

Blue eyes blinked, trying to understand. "Dinah? What about Dinah?" Dinah was not exactly the right topic at this moment.

"It's late, she must be worried about us." The redhead took out her bat rope and threw it to the next building.

Huntress grabbed her wrist. "Barbara… and, and, what about… this?" She waved at the place where they had been lying just a few seconds before.

"Helena, this…" Batgirl took a deep breath.

"What?"

"I'll see you tomorrow at the Clock Tower, Helena." She looked at Helena with such cold eyes that Huntress felt as if she had been stabbed. The red head walked a few steps and threw herself over the edge.

The brunette stared at her, not understanding what was happening.

She was hurt, annoyed, mad. Barbara had just fucked her and left as if she were nothing. She had just played with her feelings again. It had been a revenge for her last taunt at her office. Angry, the brunette took the ladder behind her and ripped it off the wall.

She followed her to the tower.

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"What happened, Barbara?" Dinah stood up as soon as the redhead walked inside the Clock Tower. She had been at the Delphi following the news after that strange woman attacked.

"Nothing," she said, removing her cowl. "How is everything?"

"Nothing?" the blonde asked, stunned. "Where is Helena?"

"She went to home, to rest." The older woman brushed her hair and stepped onto the platform.

"She what?" Dinah asked. It seemed things hadn't gone as well as she'd hoped.

"She went home. What do the reports say?" Barbara asked, scanning the monitors.

"Well…" the teenager hesitated before answering, "It looks like she is gone, she vanished, no traces of her. I don't understand what happened. What do you think?"

"I don't have any idea. Maybe she couldn't control her own strength and killed herself."

"Police and firemen now are controlling the area of the fight and cleaning it."

"That is good." The redhead exhaled loudly, moving back. "Well, I think it is time to go to bed, I'm exhausted and I think you are too." She patted the young girl's back. "You did a great job."

"Are you sure Helena just went home?" Dinah asked again.

"Yes, she was tired." She rubbed the back of her head as she walked toward her room. "Let's go rest, we can talk tomorrow, okay?"

The blonde scratched her head. What had happened?

Barbara walked inside her room and threw her cowl, cape and gloves in the corner. She took a glass of water from her night table and sat on the couch. She removed her boots. Her bare feet on the cold floor felt so good.

She swallowed a bit of water and stared at the wall in front of her with the glass in hand.

How could she lose the control that way? How could she let the things go so far?

She still could feel her lips, Helena trembling under her touch, the emotions that filled her-- want, need. She could taste Helena on her lips, feel her skin shiver, hear her moans of pleasure as their kiss deepened and their tongues sought each other out; Helena's feral gaze lost in pleasure. All what she wanted was to take that woman that she loved so much. The images sent a rush of heat through the redhead's body.

"Why did you run away?" a voice echoed in the room.

She lifted her head, surprised to see the dark woman standing in the shadows. She was so distracted in her thoughts that she hadn't heard her.

"Helena, I'm tired." she sighed. Why had she come here? "Can we talk tomorrow?"

"You didn't seem tired a few minutes ago," the brunette said sarcastically, standing in front of her.

The redhead rubbed her temple and closed her eyes.

"Do you know that you suck at pillow talk?."

"I don't remember there being a pillow." Barbara smiled lightly and stood to face her; she had screwed up everything, she had started this, she needed to finish it.

They looked at each other in silence, the brunette lifted her hand and took Barbara's fingers in hers. She lowered her head and observed those elegant fingers that a few minutes ago had touched her with such passion. Maybe she was scared and…

The redhead withdrew her hand. "Helena, no…"

Helena took her hand again and pulled the older woman against her. They were so close.

"I want you, Barbara…" she whispered with her eyes fixed on red lips.

Barbara freed herself and moved back. That was the problem, she just wanted her, just wanted sex. She didn't love her.

"Barbara… I don't understand," Helena said, following her. "Why did you do it?"

"Helena, come one!" the redhead waved her hands. She didn't need to give the brunette wings to fly, thinking she could play with her every time she wanted. "This is a game we have been playing for years!"

"A gam…?"

"You have been flirting with me for years. We have been taunting each other just for fun, don't pretend to be innocent now."

"Yes, but…" the brunette babbled.

"You have told me thousands of times that you are have no desire to commit to one person.. I don't either. Maybe I have had more long term relationships, but, in the end, I prefer my freedom, just like you. This was just a one time thing, I thought you wanted this… and… you should be familiar with this. It's just sex."

Her words hit the young woman like a brick wall.

"Sex." Helena nodded slowly, Barbara had used her just for fun, leaving her hot, aching for more, but it was not love, just sex. Her heart shattered and she thought she would cry, but she held her emotions in check. "Right… sex."

"That is what all this is about, no? We had great sex, you enjoyed it, I thought you wanted it… I'm sorry if I… I don't think it's a good idea if we do this again." The redhead was angry, Helena was just looking for more sex, but nothing else.

Hurt, wounded, the brunette bit her lips. She was not going to let her see how much she had hurt her.

"Can… can we just leave things like this..?" Barbara asked, noticing blue eyes fixed on her with an intensity that burned her soul.

Helena stared at her, not saying a word.

"You are a wonderful woman." Barbara said, she took a step toward her and took her hand squeezing it hard. "You have been an important part of my life, I don't want us to lose everything that we have just over… this… Do you understand?"

The brunette looked their joined hands and took a deep breath. "Is that what you want?"

"It's best for us."

Helena lifted her hand and pressed her mouth to Barbara's fingers. She closed her eyes a brief second. She could still smell herself on the redhead.

She moved back and, without a word, she turned and left the room.

When she left, the redhead was left feeling emptier than ever.

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