"Hey," she said appearing behind him as if almost out of nowhere.
"Do you have to do that every time? You're gonna give me a heart attack one of these
days!" His heart was pounding, not because she scared the crap out of him, he was getting used to
that, but because she was so . . . mysterious . . . sexy even, and he was falling in love with her.
"What do we have this time?" Huntress asked him even though on her way Oracle already
filled her in. She walked over to the dead body lying down on the cold dark cement of Park Street, In
the city of New Gotham, a city once referred to as Batman's, until one night, when everything
changed. Selena Kyle (cat women), Batman's one true love was murdered, Barbra Gordon (Bat
girl), his protegee, was shot and paralyzed for life, and Batman fled town without even knowing
about her, Huntress, his daughter. But Huntress didn't want to think about that now, the 23-year-old
brunette with blue eyes had to focus on the young women dead on the side walk. Besides she could
hear detective Jesse Reese walking up behind her.
"We don't have an ID yet and no one is really sure how she died, it's almost like someone
sucked the life right out of her," Detective Reese told the women known only to him as Huntress.
"That's messed up." She said as she turned around to look at the detective. He was cute, she
thought, really cute. Funny too. She was definitely crushing on the 25-year-old detective and she felt
she could trust him now, but she still wasn't telling him her real name, not yet anyway. "You know,
you still owe me a coffee . . . " Huntress reminded him, "But not tonight, it's late and I've been
kicking ass for four hours, I need a shower."
"Tomorrow then?" Reese asked, just noticing her leather ensemble was tattered and torn and
her elbow had a bit of dried blood on it.
"We'll see," she said as he turned toward his partner McNally walking over toward them.
Reese turned back to say goodnight but just as quickly she had shown up she was gone.
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Later on at the clock tower . . .
"Barbra, im back," Helena Kyle yelled as she walked in the kitchen finding the beautiful, 35 year
old, wheelchair bound, redhead attempting to make spaghetti. "Im not eating that crap" Helena
teased the women who had acted as a mentor and mother figure to her ever since the night her real
mother was murdered. It was Barbra Gordon who helped Helena deal with her anger and sorrow and
it was Barbra who trained her and taught Helena about her meta-human powers. It was also Barbra
who told her about her father, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Barbra's own mentor, and it was Barbra who
helped Helena become Huntress, the ass-kicking vigilante, the good girl with a bad side.
Barbra Gordon was once known as Batman's protegee, Bat Girl, until the night that changed
everything, the night she was shot by the Joker and condemned to her wheelchair for ever. Now she
fights crime as Oracle, from the Clocktower using her advanced computer skills, photographic
memory and high intelligence.
"Don't eat my spaghetti then, more for me," she says with a smile knowing that her cooking
is horrible.
"Hey, that murder today was really weird . . . How can the life just be sucked out of
someone? Did you get an ID on the girl yet?" Helena asked trying to get her mind off of Reese.
"Yeah, her name is . . . was Lonni, Lonni Jones. She was young, about 22 and just starting
law school." Barbra, Oracle, said while she pulled up the file on the giant computer screen in the
room next to the kitchen. "Reese doesn't know yet, I figured you could tell him . . . "
"Yeah, you and your boyfriend might need something to talk about on you date Tomorrow."
Dinah Lance interrupted as she walked in from the training room. Dinah had just recently come into
the lives of the two women talking at the table. The 16-year-old ran away to New Gotham from her
abusive foster parents, in search of the two people she saw in her dreams, Barbra and Helena.
Learning about her powers, they took her in, and after a bit of convincing they decided they train her
as Helena's partner. Dinah was finally getting back to normal after witnessing the death, well,
murder kinda, of her mother, Black Canary.
"He's NOT my boyfriend! We've been through this all ready! Haven't you got homework to
do Dinah?"
"You know, Helena, you ARE having coffee with him so . . . " Barbra teased.
"That's it! Tomorrow my via comm is staying OFF you two are too nosy," A half-joking
Helena said as she jumped out the window(she has cat powers . . . JOE . . . she isn't committing
suicide, she always lands on her feet) on the way back to her apartment for the night.
TBC . . .
I know it's not very good this is my first fanfic . . . the next chapter the actual story will open up, I
just needed a beginning. Please read and review! What should happen next, should Reese and
Helena go out for coffee???????????????????? I won't know unless you say . . . *wink wink*
"Do you have to do that every time? You're gonna give me a heart attack one of these
days!" His heart was pounding, not because she scared the crap out of him, he was getting used to
that, but because she was so . . . mysterious . . . sexy even, and he was falling in love with her.
"What do we have this time?" Huntress asked him even though on her way Oracle already
filled her in. She walked over to the dead body lying down on the cold dark cement of Park Street, In
the city of New Gotham, a city once referred to as Batman's, until one night, when everything
changed. Selena Kyle (cat women), Batman's one true love was murdered, Barbra Gordon (Bat
girl), his protegee, was shot and paralyzed for life, and Batman fled town without even knowing
about her, Huntress, his daughter. But Huntress didn't want to think about that now, the 23-year-old
brunette with blue eyes had to focus on the young women dead on the side walk. Besides she could
hear detective Jesse Reese walking up behind her.
"We don't have an ID yet and no one is really sure how she died, it's almost like someone
sucked the life right out of her," Detective Reese told the women known only to him as Huntress.
"That's messed up." She said as she turned around to look at the detective. He was cute, she
thought, really cute. Funny too. She was definitely crushing on the 25-year-old detective and she felt
she could trust him now, but she still wasn't telling him her real name, not yet anyway. "You know,
you still owe me a coffee . . . " Huntress reminded him, "But not tonight, it's late and I've been
kicking ass for four hours, I need a shower."
"Tomorrow then?" Reese asked, just noticing her leather ensemble was tattered and torn and
her elbow had a bit of dried blood on it.
"We'll see," she said as he turned toward his partner McNally walking over toward them.
Reese turned back to say goodnight but just as quickly she had shown up she was gone.
*************************************************************************
Later on at the clock tower . . .
"Barbra, im back," Helena Kyle yelled as she walked in the kitchen finding the beautiful, 35 year
old, wheelchair bound, redhead attempting to make spaghetti. "Im not eating that crap" Helena
teased the women who had acted as a mentor and mother figure to her ever since the night her real
mother was murdered. It was Barbra Gordon who helped Helena deal with her anger and sorrow and
it was Barbra who trained her and taught Helena about her meta-human powers. It was also Barbra
who told her about her father, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Barbra's own mentor, and it was Barbra who
helped Helena become Huntress, the ass-kicking vigilante, the good girl with a bad side.
Barbra Gordon was once known as Batman's protegee, Bat Girl, until the night that changed
everything, the night she was shot by the Joker and condemned to her wheelchair for ever. Now she
fights crime as Oracle, from the Clocktower using her advanced computer skills, photographic
memory and high intelligence.
"Don't eat my spaghetti then, more for me," she says with a smile knowing that her cooking
is horrible.
"Hey, that murder today was really weird . . . How can the life just be sucked out of
someone? Did you get an ID on the girl yet?" Helena asked trying to get her mind off of Reese.
"Yeah, her name is . . . was Lonni, Lonni Jones. She was young, about 22 and just starting
law school." Barbra, Oracle, said while she pulled up the file on the giant computer screen in the
room next to the kitchen. "Reese doesn't know yet, I figured you could tell him . . . "
"Yeah, you and your boyfriend might need something to talk about on you date Tomorrow."
Dinah Lance interrupted as she walked in from the training room. Dinah had just recently come into
the lives of the two women talking at the table. The 16-year-old ran away to New Gotham from her
abusive foster parents, in search of the two people she saw in her dreams, Barbra and Helena.
Learning about her powers, they took her in, and after a bit of convincing they decided they train her
as Helena's partner. Dinah was finally getting back to normal after witnessing the death, well,
murder kinda, of her mother, Black Canary.
"He's NOT my boyfriend! We've been through this all ready! Haven't you got homework to
do Dinah?"
"You know, Helena, you ARE having coffee with him so . . . " Barbra teased.
"That's it! Tomorrow my via comm is staying OFF you two are too nosy," A half-joking
Helena said as she jumped out the window(she has cat powers . . . JOE . . . she isn't committing
suicide, she always lands on her feet) on the way back to her apartment for the night.
TBC . . .
I know it's not very good this is my first fanfic . . . the next chapter the actual story will open up, I
just needed a beginning. Please read and review! What should happen next, should Reese and
Helena go out for coffee???????????????????? I won't know unless you say . . . *wink wink*