A/N I Own Nothing, All Characters Are Owned By D.C And Warner Bros.
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"What?" John exclaimed in disbelief.
The winged girl covered her mouth. "Shit, um, I was kidding, heh."
"No you weren't!" A younger and smaller red-head exlaimed. "He's yours and Rexs' dad, duh!"
"IRIS!" The winged girl shouted.
"Whoops." The girl, Iris, shrugged.
"Waitaminute!" Wally shouted staring at Iris. "Why do have a costume like me?"
Iris looked at her uniform. It was a red, sleeveless dress with knee-high gold boots, a mask, and the Flash symbol on the chest with her hair tied in two pigtails. "Because...I'm a fan girl." She lied.
"Oh, no you don't! If I go down you're going down with me! Uncle Wally, I'd like you to meet your daughter, Iris!" TL exclaimed.
"D-Daughter!" Wally yelped.
"Just be glad you're meeting me instead of Jai. I'm the better twin." She smiled.
"TWINS!" Wally shouted.
"Wait, what did you call me?" GL asked quietly looking at the winged girl.
"Um, Daddy." She repeated.
"Th-that's not possible. Shayera's with Wally."
"What?" Iris sqeaked. "Daddy how could you? Mom's gonna be so upset!"
"Mom!" Wally whimpered.
"Okay, okay, what the hell is going on?" GL demanded. "Who are you all?"
"Well, I'm Lara, or Supergirl in my time." A girl with blue eyes and raven hair explained. "I'm also Superman's kid. Well, his youngest. Collin's six years older than me." She explained.
John looked at her. Dark hair, long-sleeved blue dress, red boots and a matching cape, it looked like something Clarks' kid would wear. That, and his symbol was on her chest.
"Um, and I'm Arrowette, but my real name's Sophie." A blond girl said. "You know, Arrow and Canarys' daughter." John did a mental check. Blond, green mini dress with matching tights under it, calf-high boots, and elbow length gloves topped off with a bow and quiver.
"Wait a minute, how do you feel about the environment?" Wally sighed.
"I'd chain myself to a tree for-"
"She's Ollie's." Wally interrupted. "What about you, Red?"
A petite red-head looked at him semi-annoyed. "Sagelli, or Arsenale." She said pronouncing it Sah-jel-ee.
"Arsenale?"
"It's Italian for Arsenal. I would have used that but stupid Roy already took it." She muttered.
Wally looked at her. Baggy black pants, long-sleeved purple top showing her navel, and an array of knives on her with two deadly swords strapped to her back.
"Right...and whose little killer are you?"
"Huntress and Question."
"Should've guessed." Wally grinned.
"What about you?" John asked staring at the girl who had called him Daddy.
"Oh, this is a little awkward, um..." She trailed off biting her lip. "My name's Rebecca, or Thanagarian Lady, and um, my mom's Shayera, and, well, you're my Dad." She finished.
All Hell broke loose.
Helena woke up with a killer headache.
She groaned, attempting to sit up, but it was no good. She couldn't feel her legs, or the rest of her for that matter. Blearily, she opened her eyes and looked around.
She was in a small cell in a dark room, God only knew where. But it was freezing in here! She frowned, she should have brought a sweater.
"Ah, I see our prisoner is awake." Came a voice from behind her. "Welcome to my little home."
Helena glared at him. "When I get out of here I'm gonna break your dick and half and pickle your balls in a jar!" She growled.
The man laughed. "Ah, I see you have your fathers attitude. Franco and I went way back; we were such good friends."
Helena frowned, that voice sounded oddly familiar. Where did she know it from?
"Aw, you don't remember your Tio Anthony, my nipota? Don't you remember how I was at your home all those nights, dining with your family?"
"If I had a dollar for every 'Aunt' and every 'Uncle' who ate at my house, I'd be so rich Lex Luthor would seem like a beggar!" She sneered.
The man chuckled. "Oh, you don't know me? My name is Antonio Cappario, your Father and I were...associates, in the mafia. We kept each others backs, and were good friends."
"So you captured me to tell me a story about how good of a fiend you were with my Papa, why do I doubt that?" Helena sighed.
"You are smart, but let me finish. We were great friends until he betrayed me for a shipment of illegal drugs and ended up killing my son!"
Oh Papa, what have you gotten me into now? Helena thought sadly. "And how exactly did he kill your son?" She demanded.
Antonio let out a bitter laugh. "When he sold me out, my family was ambushed by the police. It turned into a deadly struggle, and I lost many of my men, including my son." He paused. "My son was my only child, and he was all I had left after my wife, Cecilia, died. After the Bertinelli's were assassinated, I could not fathom how to get back at them, but now I know."
He smiled at her wickedly. "I will trade them an eye for an eye, they took my sons life, so I will take yours; their daughters'."
"And how do you suppose you're going to do that?" Helena snapped. "Because at some point I'm going to get out of here, and when that happens I'm gonna kick your ass into next week!"
"Oh, but you can't my dear." He grinned. "I want your death to be slow and painful, for you to die in agony. When you were captured, the first does of a poison was inserted into your blood. It is a six piece potion, and each dose will be more painful than the last. So every 24 hours, you will be given a dose until you beg for death."
"And what makes you think I'm going to cooperate?" Helena glared.
"You already cannot move your legs, and soon the rest of you will be immobile as well. You will be defenseless."
He got into her face. "And then you will be dead."
Helena spat in his face.
"Puttana!" He exclaimed wiping the saliva off his face. Once he calmed down, he glared at her. "Nothing you can do will really hurt me. And soon, I will dance on your grave, which will be under the Gotham bridge."
With an evil laugh, he walked away.
Oh, my God. Thought Helena. Why do I have to have such a shitty life?
Then she passed out.
Bruce looked at Diana from across the table.
She smirked. "See something you like?"
"I'm sitting across from the the most beautiful women in the universe, of course I do." Bruce grinned.
"Really?" She teased, rubbing a heel against his leg. "And what exactly do you see when you look at me?"
"I see a gorgeous women and a fearless warrior. I see someone who fights selflessly and bravely for what she believes in. Someone who is blessed by the Gods, but probably didn't need to be." Bruce said.
Diana smiled. "So you do like what you see."
"Any man with a pulse would" Bruce grinned.
"I'm sorry, but do you mind if we skip the flirting and get down to what we're here for?" Diana suddenly asked. "I did not come all this way to exchange pleasantries."
Bruce stiffened. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Be honest, because I know will know if you lie, did you enjoy the sex you had with Selina?"
". . .Yes." Bruce admitted.
"But did you regret it the next day?"
"Instantly." He replied immediately.
"And why was that?"
"Because I knew it was wrong and I knew it would hurt you." He said quietly. "I hadn't even waited for an entire twenty-four hours to have rebound sex. You don't deserve that, you deserve respect."
"I see." Diana said tonelessly. "And you did not tell me about your previous relationship with Catwoman, why?"
Bruce was quiet for a minute. "I thought we were done. I didn't think making you worried or upset over nothing was a good idea, so I decided to keep quiet."
"And how did that work out?"
"...Bad."
"How bad?"
"So bad I'm not sure if we'll still be together." He explained.
"Would you like to be together?"
"Yes, infinitely."
"Ah. Why did you not inform me of your daughters existence?"
"I didn't think it was important."
"You didn't think a soul, a life, that you had brought into this world and let grow with your blood in their veins, was important?" Diana said accusingly.
"I meant I didn't think it was important you knew." Bruce said quickly.
"And why is that?"
"Because one, she didn't know she was even my daughter. Two, no one else knew she was my daughter. And three, I didn't feel like telling you something I'd kept quiet about for twenty-six years. But, mostly it's because I was. . .Well, I was afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid that you'd, I don't know, be upset or angry. That you'd hate a child of mine."
"Bruce." Diana said softly. "Any child of yours deserves to be loved. Tim, Dick, Jason, Barbara, Helena, whoever they may be. I consider your family my own, and I thought you did too."
Bruce was speechless. "You-You do?"
"I believe the word is 'Duh.' Bruce, I care for you, which means I care for your family. Family is very important to me and my people and it angers me you did not think of this."
Bruce looked at the table, ashamed.
"But." Diana continued. "You did write me a lovely letter to try to fix your many mistakes. That does win you a few points. But only a few."
"So...We're good?" Bruce asked.
"Maybe." Diana shrugged with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"But you'll have to prove it to me."
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