Disclaimer: These are not my chars. Well, no duh. They aren't really the
WB's either. They just paid enough for rights.
Authors note: I apologize for the short chapters. I'm in a lot of pain
Reese and Huntress moved through the city systematically. He'd insisted on driving her. Once, he'd scene her jump from roof top to roof top. Reese was too worried that her nerves would cause her to fall.
"I really don't need a car ride," Helena spat. She played with the controls of his car stereo, trying to find a station to get her mind off it all.
Reese pressed the one on the automatic settings and New Gotham's only classical station filled the car with Mozart. "This will help I swear. Otherwise I'm breaking out the xanax." Helena said nothing. "Well, you could start by telling me your real name. I did do a little research Helena."
"Don't play with me right now, Reese. It's a very, very dumb idea."
"So where is this therapist?"
"Upper east side of Gotham. The J building. That should have been my first clue."
"So what do all these clues point to."
"You're going to get the biggest break of your crime career, and I'm going to get my family back."
"So, spill. Come on, Helena. We're almost to the J building."
"Harley Quinn. Joker's girlfriend. Years ago she went ballistic when her 'sweet Mr. J' got locked up and she got her hyenas taken away for not having a permit." Helena wondered if she could really trust Reese. She'd trusted her therapist and look what happened. "You want to hear something shocking?"
"Nothing you could tell me would be shocking," Reese chuckled. "You could tell me you're an alien.and it wouldn't shock me."
"My father is Batman," she said, matter-of-factly.
Reese almost swerved off the road. Luckily, the rain didn't cause his SUV to flip. "Holy hell, Helena. You're kidding me."
"That's not all of it," she sighed. "My mother was cat woman."
Reese didn't swerve this time. Instead, he looked straight forward and continued to drive. "Catwoman, my mother, was killed when I was sixteen right in front of my eyes. The joker sent someone to kill her. Bastard wouldn't even do it himself."
"So that's why you started to go to a shrink?"
"Hell no," Helena spat. "I started going because your precinct demanded that I go after I rammed my car into a building to stop someone from robbing the jewelry store. I got six weeks of that and had to pay for damages. Barbara was not happy with the car damage. Our insurance premium shot up in a day."
"Yeah, no kidding." Reese stopped the car. "J building. It's night. It will be locked."
"I can fix that," Helena sighed, reaching into the black bag attached to her belt. The whole black thing was a color scheme she'd been used to since a child. Her mother and father both loved the color and wore it well. It was natural for her. Of course, the Black Canary wore the same color. Helena was still secretly pleased Dina's mother had disappeared.
Helena pulled her lock picking kit out, carefully using it on the front door. "Go on, Reese. I've got to make an entrance."
Reese turned to find Helena gone. She'd vanished as quickly as she'd appeared at the pool tonight. It was bothering him. Helena wouldn't give him a home number, but the second he tried to get a hold of her on the small device she'd given him, Huntress would be there immediately. He half wondered if she wasn't human. She wouldn't admit to being metahuman, but half the time she'd drop in from out of no where.
Reese checked around, looking for any sign of a night guard. The sanitarium was on the bottom floor of the J building of Harleen Quinzell's private practice. He took the stairs, checking everything for a sign of a missing person. As he made his way up the stairs, he heard the pained cries of the people imprisoned downstairs. They did not hear him, or his foot steps. The imprisoned were calling out for the freedom Gotham had robbed them of, as well as their sanity.
He felt Huntress's prescene before he saw here. "The office is this way, Reese. Follow me."
Dina writhed against her bonds. All Helena's lectures on how to get out of rope bonds were worthless. She was in metal shackles.
"Barbara?" There was no answer for a moment. Dina was surprised that only her arms and legs had been attached to the wall. Her mouth had not been gagged, and she did not have a blindfold. However, the room was dark enough to make up for that. "Barbara? Are you here?" "I'm here Dina," she answered. They had taken her wheelchair. Without it, escape was impossible. They hadn't bothered bounding her legs. Her arms had been bound behind her, and Barbara set on the floor. "Are you hurt?"
"No," she called. "Are you?"
"Not a scratch," she answered. "But they took my glasses and chair. I can see fine without the glasses, but the other part. Well, I'll have to figure something out."
"You two are supposed to be sleeping," the soft male voice came. He was thin and wirey, eyes focused. "I don't think Harley would like to see you two like this." The man switched on the light. The brightness stunned both Dina and Barbara briefly, but soon they could see him.
"Scarecrow," Barbara said, terror in his voice. She'd long ago forgotten the Doctor's true name. "You're dead. You're gone."
He laughed, walking up to her. "And you're crippled. That doesn't stop you from solving crimes. Harley needs me, so I return. The second we turn this town around, the Joker will be free. Maybe this time she'll pay attention and not let him try to run a crime family again."
"Let my guess, Ivy is involved too?"
"Maybe," he grinned. "Depends on if she gets the cut she wants from all this. Truthfully, she'd rather be working the gates at Wayne manor."
"Who are all these people?" Dina asked.
"Ah, the little lady hasn't done her homework on old Gotham history?" the scarecrow asked. "That's okay. I'll fill you in." He titled his head back like an old story teller and watched the terror fill her eyes. "New Gotham is a replacement. In the heyday, this place was just Gotham. Criminals were almost gods. Everyone knew me, Cat woman, The Penguin, and most infamous, the Joker. Batman, and his whiny kid Robin were the only problems. Usually Robin was more of a toy for kidnapping. The city was almost destroyed ten years ago. Barbara here was Batgirl, and gorgeous I might add. She worked beside the famed cape crusader and never complained. Joker decided to step up his plans. He got caught. Instead of killing him, Batman gave him to the police. In that brief time, the joker escaped. He killed Cat woman with a henchmen and shot your lovely Barbara. I'm sure she's told you that. Well, the town rebuilt itself. A New Gotham. That was the biggest joke in the criminal world. Most of us hid out, too afraid to challenge anything. That was before Batman disappeared. Pretty soon we had nothing to fear. We could walk the streets, take what we wanted. Suddenly, this Huntress arrives. Well, she's nothing. Harley Quinn, the old queen, is back."
"Right," Dina muttered. "Sorry I asked."
Authors note: I apologize for the short chapters. I'm in a lot of pain
Reese and Huntress moved through the city systematically. He'd insisted on driving her. Once, he'd scene her jump from roof top to roof top. Reese was too worried that her nerves would cause her to fall.
"I really don't need a car ride," Helena spat. She played with the controls of his car stereo, trying to find a station to get her mind off it all.
Reese pressed the one on the automatic settings and New Gotham's only classical station filled the car with Mozart. "This will help I swear. Otherwise I'm breaking out the xanax." Helena said nothing. "Well, you could start by telling me your real name. I did do a little research Helena."
"Don't play with me right now, Reese. It's a very, very dumb idea."
"So where is this therapist?"
"Upper east side of Gotham. The J building. That should have been my first clue."
"So what do all these clues point to."
"You're going to get the biggest break of your crime career, and I'm going to get my family back."
"So, spill. Come on, Helena. We're almost to the J building."
"Harley Quinn. Joker's girlfriend. Years ago she went ballistic when her 'sweet Mr. J' got locked up and she got her hyenas taken away for not having a permit." Helena wondered if she could really trust Reese. She'd trusted her therapist and look what happened. "You want to hear something shocking?"
"Nothing you could tell me would be shocking," Reese chuckled. "You could tell me you're an alien.and it wouldn't shock me."
"My father is Batman," she said, matter-of-factly.
Reese almost swerved off the road. Luckily, the rain didn't cause his SUV to flip. "Holy hell, Helena. You're kidding me."
"That's not all of it," she sighed. "My mother was cat woman."
Reese didn't swerve this time. Instead, he looked straight forward and continued to drive. "Catwoman, my mother, was killed when I was sixteen right in front of my eyes. The joker sent someone to kill her. Bastard wouldn't even do it himself."
"So that's why you started to go to a shrink?"
"Hell no," Helena spat. "I started going because your precinct demanded that I go after I rammed my car into a building to stop someone from robbing the jewelry store. I got six weeks of that and had to pay for damages. Barbara was not happy with the car damage. Our insurance premium shot up in a day."
"Yeah, no kidding." Reese stopped the car. "J building. It's night. It will be locked."
"I can fix that," Helena sighed, reaching into the black bag attached to her belt. The whole black thing was a color scheme she'd been used to since a child. Her mother and father both loved the color and wore it well. It was natural for her. Of course, the Black Canary wore the same color. Helena was still secretly pleased Dina's mother had disappeared.
Helena pulled her lock picking kit out, carefully using it on the front door. "Go on, Reese. I've got to make an entrance."
Reese turned to find Helena gone. She'd vanished as quickly as she'd appeared at the pool tonight. It was bothering him. Helena wouldn't give him a home number, but the second he tried to get a hold of her on the small device she'd given him, Huntress would be there immediately. He half wondered if she wasn't human. She wouldn't admit to being metahuman, but half the time she'd drop in from out of no where.
Reese checked around, looking for any sign of a night guard. The sanitarium was on the bottom floor of the J building of Harleen Quinzell's private practice. He took the stairs, checking everything for a sign of a missing person. As he made his way up the stairs, he heard the pained cries of the people imprisoned downstairs. They did not hear him, or his foot steps. The imprisoned were calling out for the freedom Gotham had robbed them of, as well as their sanity.
He felt Huntress's prescene before he saw here. "The office is this way, Reese. Follow me."
Dina writhed against her bonds. All Helena's lectures on how to get out of rope bonds were worthless. She was in metal shackles.
"Barbara?" There was no answer for a moment. Dina was surprised that only her arms and legs had been attached to the wall. Her mouth had not been gagged, and she did not have a blindfold. However, the room was dark enough to make up for that. "Barbara? Are you here?" "I'm here Dina," she answered. They had taken her wheelchair. Without it, escape was impossible. They hadn't bothered bounding her legs. Her arms had been bound behind her, and Barbara set on the floor. "Are you hurt?"
"No," she called. "Are you?"
"Not a scratch," she answered. "But they took my glasses and chair. I can see fine without the glasses, but the other part. Well, I'll have to figure something out."
"You two are supposed to be sleeping," the soft male voice came. He was thin and wirey, eyes focused. "I don't think Harley would like to see you two like this." The man switched on the light. The brightness stunned both Dina and Barbara briefly, but soon they could see him.
"Scarecrow," Barbara said, terror in his voice. She'd long ago forgotten the Doctor's true name. "You're dead. You're gone."
He laughed, walking up to her. "And you're crippled. That doesn't stop you from solving crimes. Harley needs me, so I return. The second we turn this town around, the Joker will be free. Maybe this time she'll pay attention and not let him try to run a crime family again."
"Let my guess, Ivy is involved too?"
"Maybe," he grinned. "Depends on if she gets the cut she wants from all this. Truthfully, she'd rather be working the gates at Wayne manor."
"Who are all these people?" Dina asked.
"Ah, the little lady hasn't done her homework on old Gotham history?" the scarecrow asked. "That's okay. I'll fill you in." He titled his head back like an old story teller and watched the terror fill her eyes. "New Gotham is a replacement. In the heyday, this place was just Gotham. Criminals were almost gods. Everyone knew me, Cat woman, The Penguin, and most infamous, the Joker. Batman, and his whiny kid Robin were the only problems. Usually Robin was more of a toy for kidnapping. The city was almost destroyed ten years ago. Barbara here was Batgirl, and gorgeous I might add. She worked beside the famed cape crusader and never complained. Joker decided to step up his plans. He got caught. Instead of killing him, Batman gave him to the police. In that brief time, the joker escaped. He killed Cat woman with a henchmen and shot your lovely Barbara. I'm sure she's told you that. Well, the town rebuilt itself. A New Gotham. That was the biggest joke in the criminal world. Most of us hid out, too afraid to challenge anything. That was before Batman disappeared. Pretty soon we had nothing to fear. We could walk the streets, take what we wanted. Suddenly, this Huntress arrives. Well, she's nothing. Harley Quinn, the old queen, is back."
"Right," Dina muttered. "Sorry I asked."
