Birds of Prey doesn't belong to me. Only this idea does. If this story offends anyone, I'll take it off, just let me know! Reviews are always welcomed. Flamers aren't.
This is my first BoP fanfic, so please be kind!
Stolen Shadows
Chapter One
The Dancing Flame
New Gotham
10:18 p.m.
Helena Kyle was in the middle of the sea of dancing bodies. She danced alone, like always. It didn't really matter to her anyway. She closed her eyes, the way she was dancing changing with the style of music. She felt a presence close to her. Way to close for her liking.
When she opened her eyes, they walked with the dark eyes of Detective Jesse Resse. She looked him up and down and smiled. He was dressed in street clothes. It was the first time she saw him in regular clothes. She approved.
The man leaned in close and bent his head close to her ear, speaking loud enough for her to hear him over the music.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
She mirrored his movement. Her lips close to his ear.
"I could ask you the same thing."
An identical smile crossed their lips.
"The night off." They said, this time not bothering to lean in close.
"Dance with me, Huntress?" asked Resse.
"Maybe." She answered.
Resse shook his head and decided to be bold. He grabbed her by the waist and brought her closer to him. Helena raised an eyebrow, but smiled and danced with him. Their eyes locked and never left each other. After a while, they decided to leave the club.
The pair walked down the street, close but not holding hands. The night air was cool against the bare skin on Helena's stomach, arms, and legs. Resse eyed her warily.
"I am still sorry, y'know." He told her.
The woman stopped walking and looked at him. She studied his face. Then she sighed.
"I still can't believe you asked me what I was. I thought…" she sighed and ran her hand through her hair.
"You thought what?" asked Resse.
"That you were better than that. I thought that we had a little understanding. And that you didn't care." She then stopped and gave him a half smile, "I saved your life, remember?"
"I remember. And I'm still thankful for that." He told her, "I just want you to know that it doesn't matter to me what you are. All that matters to me is you are you."
Helena cocked her head to the side, studying him and then smiled slowly. She reached forward and grabbed his hand.
"Good. Because I am what I am and I'm proud of it. I don't want people to think different of me cuz I'm half metahuman."
"I don't. That last time I thought differently was a mistake. I never should have listened to that guy."
"You can say that again." She told him with a roll of her eyes.
"I made a mistake. Will you forgive me?"
"Yes. But don't think that I'll let you off the hook this easily if you slip up again."
Resse chuckled and held up his hands. "I won't. Buuuttt…"
"But what?"
"I really want to do this…" he trailed off, pulled her close, and kissed her.
They broke apart a minute later, both out of breath. Wow. Helena thought, That deserves something…I know what…
"Helena." She said.
"What?" he panted slightly, confused.
"My name is Helena Kyle."
The man smiled. "Well, Helena Kyle, do you want to come to my apartment?"
"Well, Detective Resse, that depends."
"On what?"
"Is this going to be a one night thing or is this going to be a thing?"
"A thing, if you don't mind."
"I'd like that." Helena answered.
With everything settled, they went up to his apartment…
The Next Morning
The Clock Tower
Helena had left Resse's apartment, after having a good-bye kiss, and was quietly sneaking into the Clock Tower, not honestly knowing why she was sneaking. She lived here. Well, for most of the time she did. When she was just about to enter her bedroom, she heard a voice:
"And where were you all last night?" Barbara Gordon asked from down on the main floor.
"Busted." Giggled Dinah as she walked passed her.
"Hey! I'm not a teenager!" protested Helena.
"Then why were you sneaking in?" asked Barbara with a laugh.
"I…uh…Grrrr!" The woman gave up with a growl and retreated into her bedroom for a shower.
Barbara and Dinah looked at each other and smiled. Dinah went into the kitchen and got herself a glass of orange juice, while Barbara went to work on her laptop. About a half an hour later, Helena was dressed and out of the shower. When she went downstairs, she was given the raised eyebrow from Barbara.
"What?!" she demanded.
"Where were you?" the other woman said.
"I was at Resse's."
The eyebrow raised even farther. "All night."
"We made up."
"Does he know your real name?"
"Yep and our night last night wasn't just a one night thing. We're going to be together."
"I'm happy for you." Barbara said with a smile.
Suddenly, the computer made a beeping noise. Barbara quickly went into Oracle mode. She busily typed at the computer; her eyes focused on the screen. The beeping stopped but she remained focused on what she was doing.
"What's going on?" asked Helena.
"Hmm…this is the fifth reported attack this week." Muttered Barbara.
"What attacks?" demanded Helena, "What's going on, Oracle?"
"There's been a string of rapes. Every victim has been a metahuman. After the attack, they've lost their powers and basically have turned into vegetables."
"That means that the rapist has to be metahuman." Helena said.
"That's the only explanation I can think of." Agreed Barbara, she then looked at the other woman, "When you go out to sweep, be careful."
"Always." Said Helena.