Title: Fine Again (2/?)
Rating: PG for now
Pairing: Helena/Dinah
Disclaimer: By a cruel twist of fate I own none of these characters, so
please don't get mad and sue.
Author's note: This is a follow-up of sorts to Helena's inner thoughts in
"the outcast". For my own purposes in the story Helena Owns the Bar and the
apartment. It's just easier that way. Feedback would be greatly
appreciated, if I get enough good feedback I will continue the series, so
be nice (
Dinah stood silently next too Helena on the balcony, soaking in her presence. Dinah's fingertips still tingled where they had brushed Helena on the arm. Helena glanced at the girl, mind racing with words and feelings that she wanted to express. She wanted to tell her of all the anguish she was feeling over everything, she wanted to tell her how torn apart she felt, she wanted to tell the girl how she somehow made it better, that she was slowly filling the void In her heart. Dinah could sense the racing emotions in Helena; she understood all to well what Helena must be feeling. Dinah turned Helena towards her, eyes silently telling her it was ok to confide in the girl, Dinah only hoped that Helena trusted her enough to do so. Helena met the girls caring gaze, and she felt her inner walls weakening. She opened her mouth to speak but whatever she was going to say was lost as the Delphi alarm sounded inside. Helena looked at the ground and sighed, Dinah cursed under her breath about scumbags and timing, bringing a small smile to Helena's lips. "I guess there aren't many considerate criminals in Gotham huh?" Dinah asked smiling. "Nah, they all live Metropolis along with the fashionably aware criminals" Helena replied with a smile playing on her lips, "we'd better see what's up", she added not wanting to break the contact with Dinah, who still had her hands on Helena's arms. Dinah dropped her hands and turned to walk inside, Helena followed suite. They had barley walked up to the monitors before Barbara started giving instructions, "Breaking and entering at a department store down town, 4th and Kingwood Street, you both should go, make sure you take your communicators." Dinah and Helena threw each other looks, so much for pleasantries. Helena and Dinah grabbed their jackets and headed for the elevator. "Helena, make sure you keep your communicator on this time", Barbara added not bothering to look up from the computer screens. Helena just frowned, not even bothering to retort as the elevator doors closed. Once outside Helena took to the rooftops and Dinah headed off in the Hummer. Helena arrived before Dinah did; from her perch on the rooftop she could see the thugs loading merchandise into a truck down in the alley. She heard Barbara In her ear, telling her to wait for Dinah to get there, her only reply was an angry growl. She jumped from the rooftop and started swinging, seeing nothing but angry red. By the time Dinah got to the department store there was nothing left to fight, the bodies of the thugs lay scattered and bloody. Dinah felt tears come to her eyes, "Oh, Helena", she whispered. Dinah checked the bodies; they were still alive, barely. "Oracle, the situations is neutralized, you can alert the police, and have an ambulance sent." After she was sure that everyone would live she headed back to the car. "An ambulance is on its way, you can head back to the clock tower."Barbara responded in a grave tone. Dinah shook her head, "No, I'm going to head over to Helena's apartment", Dinah responded, not bothering to explain. Barbara didn't bother to ask why, or to argue. Dinah got in the Hummer and headed to Helena's. When she got there the place was completely dark, she let herself in with the key Helena had given her earlier that year, Dinah smiled as she remembered Helena's explanation for giving her the key, "Here kid, if you ever need to blow steam off or you need to talk, or if you feel you need a stiff drink late at night, you can come and see me." It had been one of the rare times Helena had openly shown the girl her growing affection. Dinah walked around the barstools and wreckage that Helena hadn't gotten around to cleaning up since the riots that Harley Quinn had caused. When she made her way upstairs to the apartment, she found even more wreckage; this was more violent and angry. Broken lamps, stuff strewn everywhere, she suspected that Helena had taken her anger out on anything she could get her hands on. She was worried sick, Helena was her world, and her world was falling apart. Dinah cleared off the couch, Helena would come home sometime, so she would wait, she had a feeling that Helena as going to need her.
To be continued.
Dinah stood silently next too Helena on the balcony, soaking in her presence. Dinah's fingertips still tingled where they had brushed Helena on the arm. Helena glanced at the girl, mind racing with words and feelings that she wanted to express. She wanted to tell her of all the anguish she was feeling over everything, she wanted to tell her how torn apart she felt, she wanted to tell the girl how she somehow made it better, that she was slowly filling the void In her heart. Dinah could sense the racing emotions in Helena; she understood all to well what Helena must be feeling. Dinah turned Helena towards her, eyes silently telling her it was ok to confide in the girl, Dinah only hoped that Helena trusted her enough to do so. Helena met the girls caring gaze, and she felt her inner walls weakening. She opened her mouth to speak but whatever she was going to say was lost as the Delphi alarm sounded inside. Helena looked at the ground and sighed, Dinah cursed under her breath about scumbags and timing, bringing a small smile to Helena's lips. "I guess there aren't many considerate criminals in Gotham huh?" Dinah asked smiling. "Nah, they all live Metropolis along with the fashionably aware criminals" Helena replied with a smile playing on her lips, "we'd better see what's up", she added not wanting to break the contact with Dinah, who still had her hands on Helena's arms. Dinah dropped her hands and turned to walk inside, Helena followed suite. They had barley walked up to the monitors before Barbara started giving instructions, "Breaking and entering at a department store down town, 4th and Kingwood Street, you both should go, make sure you take your communicators." Dinah and Helena threw each other looks, so much for pleasantries. Helena and Dinah grabbed their jackets and headed for the elevator. "Helena, make sure you keep your communicator on this time", Barbara added not bothering to look up from the computer screens. Helena just frowned, not even bothering to retort as the elevator doors closed. Once outside Helena took to the rooftops and Dinah headed off in the Hummer. Helena arrived before Dinah did; from her perch on the rooftop she could see the thugs loading merchandise into a truck down in the alley. She heard Barbara In her ear, telling her to wait for Dinah to get there, her only reply was an angry growl. She jumped from the rooftop and started swinging, seeing nothing but angry red. By the time Dinah got to the department store there was nothing left to fight, the bodies of the thugs lay scattered and bloody. Dinah felt tears come to her eyes, "Oh, Helena", she whispered. Dinah checked the bodies; they were still alive, barely. "Oracle, the situations is neutralized, you can alert the police, and have an ambulance sent." After she was sure that everyone would live she headed back to the car. "An ambulance is on its way, you can head back to the clock tower."Barbara responded in a grave tone. Dinah shook her head, "No, I'm going to head over to Helena's apartment", Dinah responded, not bothering to explain. Barbara didn't bother to ask why, or to argue. Dinah got in the Hummer and headed to Helena's. When she got there the place was completely dark, she let herself in with the key Helena had given her earlier that year, Dinah smiled as she remembered Helena's explanation for giving her the key, "Here kid, if you ever need to blow steam off or you need to talk, or if you feel you need a stiff drink late at night, you can come and see me." It had been one of the rare times Helena had openly shown the girl her growing affection. Dinah walked around the barstools and wreckage that Helena hadn't gotten around to cleaning up since the riots that Harley Quinn had caused. When she made her way upstairs to the apartment, she found even more wreckage; this was more violent and angry. Broken lamps, stuff strewn everywhere, she suspected that Helena had taken her anger out on anything she could get her hands on. She was worried sick, Helena was her world, and her world was falling apart. Dinah cleared off the couch, Helena would come home sometime, so she would wait, she had a feeling that Helena as going to need her.
To be continued.
