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Helena tiredly pressed her finger to her temple, attempting to block the enormous pressure in her head.

Quite frankly she was amazed she was awake at all; her last memory was deciding she was to tired to keep living and that she needed to sleep forever. Weird.

Unsure of where she was or how much of this was a dream, she decided it was probably a good idea to wake up. After all, maybe she had to go to work this morning and needed to get ready. She was late enough as it was and didn't want to chance it. Deciding she wasn't as bad as everyone said she was, Helena fluttered her eyes open.

Her gaze wandered aimlessly around the room as she dully noted a table, an array of needles, dull walls, and an occupied chair with a man nervously seated on top of it. She took in the dark blue trench coat, fedora, and the biggest give away of all; his non-face: Vic.

She opened her mouth in an attempt to say something but the only sound that came out was a small cough. It was enough, however. Q's head flew up, his eyes immediately locking onto her as he leaped up and in a flash moved towards her side. "Oh thank God; you're safe, you're safe..." He murmured into her hair.

Her body immediately tensed up. "Let me go."

Instantly she was released from his grasp as Q took a step back. "Sorry, I was just worried that-"

"Shut up." Helena growled. "You have no idea how pissed off I am at you."

For a moment they were silent. "Did I kill him?"

"No, but you did shoot his penis. He had to get half of it removed and a vasectomy to top it off." Vic explained. "You didn't kill him, but you did take away his reason to live."

"Good." Helena said quietly. Then, "Do you have any idea how hard this past week has been on me?"

He hung his head in shame. "I'm sorry. So, so sorry."

"Why'd you do it?" She whispered. "Why couldn't you just tell me yourself?"

"I didn't want you to find out." Vic quietly admitted. "I knew how much you hated them and loved your parents; I wanted to protect you."

Her eyes narrowed. "And letting Catwoman scream at me that I'm her daughter in the middle of a fight was better? Do you know how humiliating and horrible that feels?"

"No."

"Imagine having someone you love more than anyone, someone who you thought told you everything, know that your whole life was a lie and then not tell you about it. Do you know how much that hurt me?"

"Yes." He whispered. "And that pain was exactly what I was trying to prevent."

Her gaze softened. "Get over here." She demanded, gesturing to her bed. He kicked off his shoes and silently climbed next to her. Helena sat up uncomfortably, looking him in the eyes. "And how well did that little plan work out for you?"

"Not very well." He admitted shamefully. "I just-I just hate seeing you upset. I want you to be happy, to keep you safe. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you."

"But look where it got me." She argued. "It's nice that you care, but you can't let that get in the way of doing what's right. Besides, I can protect myself, you know."

"It's instinctive." He replied. "Like being a caveman. You're my mate and I feel the need to protect you because I value your companionship and need you present so we can keep mating and reproducing. It's basic science."

"But..." Helena prompted.

"But I should know better than to keep things from you." He sighed. "You have a right to know things like that."

"Good boy." She took his hands in hers, rubbing her thumbs over his knuckles. "Vic, if you want us to work then you need to tell me things. I don't care if I end up sad, I'll get over it. But I need to know that I can trust you; that we're on the same page. I don't want to be constantly wondering if you're telling me the truth or not, okay?"

He sighed in defeat, pressing his forehead against hers. "Okay, I understand; if I want it to work between us I need to be honest with you."

"Good." Helena nodded. "So is there anything else you're keeping from me?"

"Possibly." He responded innocently. "Is there anything you're hiding from me?"

"That depends on what you're hiding from me."

"Okay, I tell you what I'm hiding then you tell me what you're hiding; sounds fair?"

"Fine." Helena agreed. "I have a secret collection of Bob Marley posters hidden in our room."

"Well, I own every Ke$ha song and listen to it when you're not in my car."

"I watch StarTreck." Helena responded.

"I read those trashy erotic romance books you buy then throw out." Vic replied.

"I like to wear your trenchcoat when you go away. Nothing else but that."

"I have seven of your thongs."

"When you piss me off I shoot arrows at a photo of your head."

"I like to watch you when you shower."

"When you're embarrassed it makes me horny." Helena replied without missing a beat.

"I have a photo of you in my wallet so when we're apart I can still see you."

"I watch you on the news every night so I can hear your voice while I fall asleep." Helen replied coyly.

"I really want to have sex with you while you're wearing one of your students school uniforms. You know, the Catholic school girl ones."

"When we first met I thought you were gay."

"Sometimes I pretend to be asleep because I'm tired of having so much sex."

"I wanna try whips."

"I think you're violent and cruel."

"I always buy the food you complain is tainted by the Illuminate because I think you're sexy when you're pissed." Helena shot back.

"Your father scares the hell out of me but I think you should try on your mothers' uniform."

"When you told me you were an orphan I was secretly happy that I didn't need to meet your parents."

"I eat all the cookie dough in the ice cream and say I don't so we can have make-up sex later."

"When I get better I'm going to trap you in our bed, tie you to the headboard with your tie, and use you for my pleasure for three days."

"That time I said the condom didn't break I was lying."

"So was I when I said I wasn't pregnant, Daddy."

"What?"

"Kidding." Helena smiled, but it quickly turned into a frown. "Look, the point is we need to be honest with each other. If you're not going to openly communicate with me then I'm not going to stay with you."

"I know." Vic said quietly. "And I won't. Do you forgive me?"

She mulled over her answer for a few moments. "Hm, well you did lie to me about my existence. On the other hand, you've never done that before and you did rescue me. So...yes, you are mostly forgiven."

He chuckled and slid an arm around her shoulders. "Consider me rescuing you a repayment for Cadmus."

"Hey, who was the one who shot him in the balls so he wouldn't kill you? Technically, you still owe me one."

"Guess I'm more of a damsel in distress then you are." He sighed. "Truce?"

"Truce." She agreed. Fury suddenly flashed in her eyes as she slammed a finger into his chest . "But don't you ever lie to me again."

Vic quietly gulped. "Yes ma'am." Helen sighed contently as she leaned back into his arms, a mischievous look on her face.

"So, Catholic school girl, huh?"

Rex Stewart was not having a very pleasant day.

It all started when She started kicking him. He had very nicely asked her to stop, but his idiot sister would not quit. "You're going to start something bad." He had warned her. "No I won't." She replied with a grin. The twins had then proceeded to get into a kicking squabble, only stopping because they simply did not have enough room to continue.

She had been the one to announce there wasn't enough room and that they needed to move soon. Then, everything started to go wrong. He could feel himself travelling away; down, down, down he fell as he left his poor twin alone. They had never been apart before, why was this happening now? What was happening now? Where was he going?

Then, he saw it. He saw it but he didn't know what it was. It was bright and it called for him, asking his to come; to see what it was and removing him from the highly traumatic and painful situation he was in. Intrigued, he followed it until there was a surge of color and there it was.

If only he knew what the hell 'there' was.

A horrifying green thing lifted him up as the air stung his skin like salt on an open wound. His mouth opened and something cold rushed in; he felt it travel through him and swell up in his chest, his lungs expanding for the first time. Where ever this was it was freezing! Not knowing what to do, he began to cry out for his sister.

"She! She! Where are you?"

Nothing but odd sounds. He turned his fragile head to see where they were coming from and caught sight of a dark-skinned creature with unnaturally bright eyes staring at him in wonder. "Rex." The creature breathed.

Rex? What was a Rex?

He felt himself fall into the creatures' arms as it conversed with the green monster. "Hey little buddy. How ya' doing, Rex?" There was that word again; Rex. If only he knew what a Rex was. "My little Rex..." A thought occurred to him, was the creature calling him Rex? He was a Rex? Rex was He?

This didn't feel right. While it didn't feel wrong, it didn't feel right. This heartbeat wasn't the one that had soothed him and She, this wasn't the body he had come from. Rex began to cry out, what was happening? Where was his darling sister She and the body he had called home?

Then he heard her, She! "He! He! What's happening? Where are you?"

"It's a girl!" Was heard as Rex searched for his sister.

"No dip," Came another voice. "We all knew I was going to be a girl."

"She! She! I'm here, it's fine!"

"It's so cold!" She squealed. "He, what's happening?"

"I'm not 'He'." Rex told her. "I'm called 'Rex' here."

"Where is 'here'?" She asked.

"Let-Let me hold them." Shayera panted. "Let me hold my babies."

Rex and She froze, they knew that voice.

"Rex! Rex! It's Her! Our home, it's there. Her is here!"

Rex squirmed from the green creatures' grasp as he was placed in Her arms. "Hello, Rex." She sniffed. "So you're the one that's been using my womb as a punching bag." Rex looked at Her, the body that had made him and She. Her was nice and warm with pretty red hair and eyes that looked like his. Her smiled at him and he suddenly knew everything would be fine, they were going to be all right.

She was lowered into Her's other arm. "Rex," She began excitedly. "Her! It's Her!"

"I know that, She." Rex sighed. "Don't be so stupid."

"Hi Rex," Shayera cooed to the two infants. "Hello, Rebbecca."

"What's a Rebbecca?" She asked.

"Things here are weird, they call us dumb things." Rex explained. "Rebbecca is you, you're Rebbecca."

"Oh." Rebbecca shrugged as they looked up at Her.

"I'm your Mommy." Shay explained.

The two looked at each other. "Mommy? Her is Mommy." Rex looked at the Thanagarian who was holding them both tenderly. "Mommy sounds right."

"Well, I think it makes sense that Superman would be bigger."

"But we don't know," Selina argued. "and we both know how big Bruce is."

"Huge." Diana agreed. "I think he's bigger."

"Ah, but Superman is pure muscle and the man is huge. He would be bigger."

"But Bruce we know for certain is large."

"But think; Bruce has been training since he was eight and that stunts your growth. Superman didn't know he had powers until he was an adult and he never really trained." Selina pointed out. "Plus, Kryptonians are larger than humans everywhere else. It makes sense he's bigger."

"In theory," Argued Diana. "But Bruce is well muscled everywhere, I still think he's larger."

"What are you two talking about?" Batman frowned as he looked at the two women in the backseat of the Batmoblie.

"Nothing." Diana said quickly. "Just discussing the weather."

Bruce turned back unconvinced, listening to them talk.

"But that's just those two." Selina whispered. "What about the others?"

"Like who?"

"Green Arrow, The Martian, Flash...you know Plastic Man and Elongated Man can technically make everything grow in size on their bodies."

"And shrink." Diana reminded her. "You know, Helena mentioned Question was rather large..."

"Well that explains a lot." Selina frowned. "What about Long Shadow?"

Bruce instantly understood their conversation and didn't know whether to be flattered or disgusted. "I know who it is." He told them with a hint of pride in his voice.

"Who?" Diana couldn't help but ask.

"And how do you know?" Selina questioned.

"It's him." Diana smiled. "Isn't it, Bruce?"

"Hello, how could you possibly know that?" Selina repeated.

"Easy." Explained Diana. "He's Batman."

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