Author's Note: Okay, here's the next chapter, in the last chapter I was
talking about how Barbara felt about be in a wheel chair. So, we're finally
gonna find out what Helena is gonna tell Detective Rees, yes or no. Which
do you want it to be? Well, here's the answer; and it doesn't came right at
the beginning either. So, I hope you like the chapter.
*********************** Dreams of desire
He watched as she walked over to him; she had a seductive smile playing on her lips. She came closer, but he didn't back away; why would he back away from her. Soon they were only mere inches away from each other, she pushed him back onto the chair. She sat on top of him pulling off his white under shirt to reveal his muscular body. He gently pushed off her leather jacket, it fell to the floor leaving her in her black tang top and leather pants. He leaned up and kissed her, she kissed him back. She started to kiss him in the neck as she ran her hands down his muscular chest; he put her hands on her hips, she smiled at him as he caressed her cheek. She leaned down and kissed him; her hands on his chest. "Huntress," Reese said as she kissed his neck.
********************** Quick author's note: Okay, once again this first paragraph my guy friend helped me write. He's kind of my muse, an annoying one at that. I usually knock him out or write when he is sleeping so that I don't have to hear him talk and trying to change what I write. I have the worst muse!! Ugh! Thankfully were only talking on the phone ::Thank God:: so here's the rest of the story.
**********************
Reese sat up in his bed, he had woken up in a cold sweat; he looked at his clock. 3:30am. Same time as always, Reese thought. Why can't I get her out of my head? I swear she's gonna be the death of me one of these days. Not that that would be a bad way to die. He closed his eyes and laid his head back on his pillow and tried to go back to sleep.
**
Helena paced in her room; trying to find the answer to Reese's question buzzing through her head. She was debating the pros and cons of either answer in her head. If I go I'll spend the night with Reese.that's a pro. But who is gonna protect New Gotham if I'm not working.con. Well, Dinah could, I mean she does need the training and sooner or later I'm gonna need her.possibly a pro. Barbara could, no wait she can't go out. Damn it.con. I really want to go! Or do I? I can't tell Barbara or Dinah, no way I can't. But what am I gonna wear? Why am I thinking about that, I'm not going. Or am I? Wait I haven't said yes or no yet. Well, if I don't go than I'll get kick ass. But a night with Reese does sound tempting. Yes or no? Yes or no? Hell yeah, a whole night with Reese with no bad guys to get in our way. But I know there's a down side. Helena stared at her reflection in the mirror as a seductive smile played on her lips, she had her answer.
**
"Dinah, come on we have to go!" Barbara shouted as she drank the rest of her coffee.
"I'm coming, I'm looking for my sweater!" Dinah shouted back.
"Which one Miss Dinah," Alfred asked as he walked into her room.
"My red one, Alfred. Have you washed it yet?"
"It's in your closet."
"Oh, I should have looked there first," she said searching through her closet.
"Hurry, Miss Dinah."
"Found it! Thanks Alfred," Dinah said running out of her room.
"Finally, come on we have ten minutes till the tardy bell rings," Barbara said.
"Sorry. I couldn't find my sweater," Dinah said getting her backpack.
"Alfred, we're leaving."
"Yes, Miss Barbara," Alfred replied entering the room.
"Can you please drop off these paper at Helena's apartment? I don't have time this morning."
"Yes, Miss Barbara."
"Well, I don't know how you'll get in, I don't have a key."
"Miss Helena gave me a key."
"Really?"
"Yes, I clean her apartment and wash her clothes. I am her butler, Miss Barbara."
"Oh, right. I forget about that, since you're always here."
"Miss Barbara, you better get going you don't want to be late."
"Right, come on Dinah, let's go."
They got into the elevator and left the clock tower. Alfred began cleaning the clock, he heard the elevator doors open but thought nothing of it. Miss Dinah forgot something as usual, Alfred looked up and spotted Helena.
"Miss Helena, if you are looking for Miss Barbara and Miss Dinah they're not here," Alfred said as he walked into the kitchen.
"I'm not here to see them, I have the day off thought I came and visit you."
"Miss Helena, not that I mind this visit, but there's another reason why you're here. I might be old Miss Helena but I know you very well."
"Okay, there is another reason why I'm here."
"And what is it, Miss Helena?"
"Well, you remember Detective Jesse Reese?"
"Yes, Miss Helena. You're always speaking of him."
"Well, he asked me to go to this police thing with him, just as friends," Helena said as she helped Alfred with the dishes.
"Miss Helena isn't that a good thing?"
"Well, yeah but I don't know if I should go or not."
"Do you want to go?"
"Yes, no! Maybe. I don't know."
"Miss Helena, I know you well enough to know you do want to go with Mister Reese."
"Alfred do you have to call him 'Mister Reese'? It makes him sound old, really old."
"Sorry Miss Helena. But answer the question, and don't try to go off topic."
"Yeah, I do but what am I gonna do? I fight crime at night?"
"So does Detective Reese."
"Yeah, but New Gotham depends on me." Helena said she handed Alfred a towel, "Like Gotham depended on my father, Batman," she added under her breath.
Alfred pretend like he hadn't heard her last comment, "Go Miss Helena, that's an order."
Helena smiled, "But what am I gonna wear?"
"Well, what kind of evening will it be?"
"Huh? Speak my language Alfred."
"What kind of police thing is it? Is it elegant or casual or is it a will it be like Cinderella's night? What kind of food are they serving? I might have to teach you some table manners."
"What is wrong with my table manners?"
"Miss Helena, you must sit when you eat and use forks, knives or spoons."
"I use that stuff."
"Miss Helena you find out what they are serving and I'll teach you how to eat properly."
"Do they serve vodka?"
"Miss Helena, really!" Alfred said as he threw the towel down onto the table.
"Joking, Alfred joking," Helena said as she put the dry plates away.
"Would you like me to help choose an outfit?"
"Yes, Alfred that would help me so much!" She said as she hugged him.
"Well, you should tell Detective Reese the answer, Miss Helena."
"I will, tonight."
"Find out what kind of evening it will be."
"Of course, Alfred. And thanks."
"Miss Barbara left some papers on the computer desk."
"Which one?"
"The main one."
"Thanks, hey you want me to go to the story?"
"Thank you Miss Helena. Here's the list and the money and don't buy what's not on the list."
"Okay, I'll be back as soon as I'm done. I've got to buy a new leather coat."
"That's the four one this month Miss Helena."
"Well, I tell them over and over not to mess with my leather and they don't listen."
"Miss Helena while you are out pick up Miss Barbara's dress from the dry cleaning."
"Alright, but you're the one who gets paid to do all this."
"And yet I get no money for helping you with your problems; the ones you never tell Miss Barbara or Miss Dinah about."
"Okay, I get it. I'm leaving. See ya later."
Helena waited fro the elevator; she went into it and left the clock tower.
"She reminds me so much of her father, the great Batman. Bruce Wayne, master Bruce, I wish Miss Helena would move into the manor."
Alfred continued his cleaning, he didn't mind taking care of these three women. They all had one thing in common; they were all strong intelligent independent women. Helena reminded him so much of Bruce, her smile her hair the way she was pulled towards crime but fought against the temptations. He knew Detective Reese was perfect for Helena, he didn't know why but something just told him he was.
**
"Yes, peanut butter is on the list.one jar? More like three or four. Well I am the only one who likes it, but I do all the crime fighting," Helena said to herself trying to justify why she could get that many.
She walked down the aisle pushing the cart in front of her; she stopped when she came to the peanut butter, she grabbed two jars and put them in the cart. She looked around and walked to the vegetable section, she got everything that was on the list. She tried to find the shortest line, but it seemed like there wasn't any. How does Alfred do this every week? God, why is this line so fucking long! Hurry up. Some of us have things to do with our lives!! Helene thought. After twenty minutes Helena became unbelievable impatient, she started tapping her foot against the ground.
"Finally," Helena said when it was her turn.
A young woman with light brown hair rung up the items, Helena watched the computer screen as the prices came on the screen. A young man a little older than her was putting the items into a paper bag; he then put the bags into the cart.
"That will be $150.45," the young woman said.
Helena took the money out of her pocket, she had 200 dollars," Here," she said handing her the money.
"Here's your change."
"Thanks," she pushed the cart outside and put the bags into the trunk of the car. She put the cart away and she got into the car and headed towards the mall to find a new leather coat.
**
Barbara sat behind her desk as her class took their test; on her desk was a frame lined with silver cats and inside it was a picture of Helena when she was eighteen. She wasn't Huntress yet; no she wasn't she was just Helena.innocent little Helena.the daughter of Batman and Catwoman. She smiled to herself she let he mind drift back to that time, when Helena was just Helena.~~Helena was seventeen; she had one month left of high school. Barbara decided that this was the best time to make her the new super hero of New Gotham. Batman was gone and she couldn't fight crime anymore. She had already started to train Helena back when she had first came to live with her, it was to help her deal with her anger. Her abilities became present the night her mother die; she had taken her anger out on the police officers. Barbara knew then that she was going to be very powerful. Finally Helena turned eighteen, she and Barbara went out to have a nice dinner; after they finished they walked, well she wheeled herself around Gotham and told Helena about becoming a superhero and she agreed. Little did she know that what she wanted wasn't right for Helena, she was trying to make her into her father or herself.Batgirl. She wasn't Batman, she wasn't Batgirl or Catwoman.she was Huntress.~~ Barbara looked up from the picture and looked at her class.
"No talking Diana," Barbara said.
"Sorry Miss Barbara," she replied.
"Barbara," Dinah whispered.
"Dinah, why aren't you in class?"
"I need you to sign my homework."
"Why didn't you ask me earlier?"
"Forgot."
"Come here."
Dinah walked into the classroom and handed the paper to Barbara, she quickly signed the paper and handed back to her.
"Thanks Barbara."
"Get back to class, now!"
"I'm going, I'm going," Dinah said then left the room.
"I swear I get rid of one kid I get another," Barbara said shaking her head.
The bell rang and the kids in her class got up, "Turn in you test, I'm grading them on a curve so don't worry if you haven't finished it yet." The students put the papers on her desk as they left the room. When everyone left the room Dinah entered.
"Dinah shouldn't you be getting to your next class?"
"It's lunch time Barbara."
"Oh, right. I have some test to grade, so why are you here?"
"Well, I was wondering if I could eat with you?"
"Why? I thought you'd be eating with Gabby."
"I'm still trying to process what she told me."
"That she is gay."
"No, yesterday she told me, well you remember when Helena brought me to school?"
"Yeah."
"Well, Gabby saw her."
"So, you're telling me she likes Helena?"
"Yeah, I told her that was my sister."
"Sure, what do you want to eat?"
"We could go back to the clock tower and have Alfred make us something."
"No, I made you and myself lunch."
"Great what is it?"
"Whatever Alfred made."
"I thought you made it."
"So I lied, it's in my bag."
"Okay," Dinah got the bags out of the Barbara's bag and put them on her desk.
**
Helena walked the streets of New Gotham; she climbed onto the roof of the building next to her.
"Huntress are you there?" Barbara asked.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Detective Reese is calling for you."
"Where is he?"
"About four blocks away from the high school."
"Okay, I'm on my way. Huntress out."
Helena glided across the rooftops of Gotham; she stopped and looked at the street below trying to find Reese, why are there so many people? Helena asked herself. When she spotted him she waited till everyone was away from him then she jumped down behind him; she put her hands over his eyes, "Guess who?" Helena whispered in his ear.
"Huntress," Reese replied putting his hands over hers.
"Ooo, you're good," She said removing her hands.
"That's nice to know," Reese said as he turned around.
"You called?"
"Yeah, this might seem stupid but I called you because."
"You want the answer to your question?"
"Yeah."
"That's not stupid. And my answer is," she turn off the communication, "yes."
"Really?"
"I said yes."
"Oh, okay."
"Where is it?"
"I'll pick you up."
"What kind of evening is it gonna be?"
"Huh?"
"What do I where?"
"What ever you want."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"So I can show up in my crime fighting outfit?"
"If you want to."
"Reese just tell me."
"It's a fancy dinner."
"So I'm guessing my huntress outfit is out of the question."
"Yeah, so where do I pick you up?"
"Have a pen?"
"Yeah, here," he said handing the pen to her.
She took his hand in hers and wrote the name of the bar where she worked, "What day is it?"
"Saturday 8:30pm."
"I wonder if crime takes a day off?"
"I doubt it."
"Too bad."
"Yeah."
"Helena, get back here now! I need your help," Oracle said breaking the silence in Helena's head.
"I gotta go," Helena said.
"I'll see you later," Reese replied but Helena was already gone.
**
Helena walked into the clock tower, she looked around for Barbara; she spotted her behind a bunch of computers, which didn't surprise her, she walked over to her.
"What's the big emergency?" Helena asked as she stood next to Barbara.
Barbara handed Helena a printout, "What is it?" Helena asked as she looked up.
"A list of every criminal that was at the warehouse."
"How did you find this? Wait stupid question."
"I thought you might want to give that to Detective Reese."
"Why?"
"He doesn't know yet."
"Where is he?"
"Where you left him. And turn you communicator back on."
"Alright mom."
"Funny Helena."
Helena walked towards to elevator but was stopped by Alfred, "Miss Helena."
"It's gonna be a fancy evening."
"When Miss Helena?"
"Saturday."
"I'll be teaching you manners tomorrow."
"Okay. Bye Alfred."
"Good day Miss Helena."
**
Helena jumped down next to Reese's car, she put the paper under the windshield wipers and left before he came back. Reese walked over to his car he noticed the paper, he pulled it out and looked at it. There were twenty-five names on the paper he folded the paper and put it in his pocket and got into his car and drove to the police station. He had paper work to do.
**
Author's Note: Okay what do you think? Wasn't this week episode of Birds of Prey good? I thought it was. Please review, and I hope you like the chapter the next one is coming soon.
*********************** Dreams of desire
He watched as she walked over to him; she had a seductive smile playing on her lips. She came closer, but he didn't back away; why would he back away from her. Soon they were only mere inches away from each other, she pushed him back onto the chair. She sat on top of him pulling off his white under shirt to reveal his muscular body. He gently pushed off her leather jacket, it fell to the floor leaving her in her black tang top and leather pants. He leaned up and kissed her, she kissed him back. She started to kiss him in the neck as she ran her hands down his muscular chest; he put her hands on her hips, she smiled at him as he caressed her cheek. She leaned down and kissed him; her hands on his chest. "Huntress," Reese said as she kissed his neck.
********************** Quick author's note: Okay, once again this first paragraph my guy friend helped me write. He's kind of my muse, an annoying one at that. I usually knock him out or write when he is sleeping so that I don't have to hear him talk and trying to change what I write. I have the worst muse!! Ugh! Thankfully were only talking on the phone ::Thank God:: so here's the rest of the story.
**********************
Reese sat up in his bed, he had woken up in a cold sweat; he looked at his clock. 3:30am. Same time as always, Reese thought. Why can't I get her out of my head? I swear she's gonna be the death of me one of these days. Not that that would be a bad way to die. He closed his eyes and laid his head back on his pillow and tried to go back to sleep.
**
Helena paced in her room; trying to find the answer to Reese's question buzzing through her head. She was debating the pros and cons of either answer in her head. If I go I'll spend the night with Reese.that's a pro. But who is gonna protect New Gotham if I'm not working.con. Well, Dinah could, I mean she does need the training and sooner or later I'm gonna need her.possibly a pro. Barbara could, no wait she can't go out. Damn it.con. I really want to go! Or do I? I can't tell Barbara or Dinah, no way I can't. But what am I gonna wear? Why am I thinking about that, I'm not going. Or am I? Wait I haven't said yes or no yet. Well, if I don't go than I'll get kick ass. But a night with Reese does sound tempting. Yes or no? Yes or no? Hell yeah, a whole night with Reese with no bad guys to get in our way. But I know there's a down side. Helena stared at her reflection in the mirror as a seductive smile played on her lips, she had her answer.
**
"Dinah, come on we have to go!" Barbara shouted as she drank the rest of her coffee.
"I'm coming, I'm looking for my sweater!" Dinah shouted back.
"Which one Miss Dinah," Alfred asked as he walked into her room.
"My red one, Alfred. Have you washed it yet?"
"It's in your closet."
"Oh, I should have looked there first," she said searching through her closet.
"Hurry, Miss Dinah."
"Found it! Thanks Alfred," Dinah said running out of her room.
"Finally, come on we have ten minutes till the tardy bell rings," Barbara said.
"Sorry. I couldn't find my sweater," Dinah said getting her backpack.
"Alfred, we're leaving."
"Yes, Miss Barbara," Alfred replied entering the room.
"Can you please drop off these paper at Helena's apartment? I don't have time this morning."
"Yes, Miss Barbara."
"Well, I don't know how you'll get in, I don't have a key."
"Miss Helena gave me a key."
"Really?"
"Yes, I clean her apartment and wash her clothes. I am her butler, Miss Barbara."
"Oh, right. I forget about that, since you're always here."
"Miss Barbara, you better get going you don't want to be late."
"Right, come on Dinah, let's go."
They got into the elevator and left the clock tower. Alfred began cleaning the clock, he heard the elevator doors open but thought nothing of it. Miss Dinah forgot something as usual, Alfred looked up and spotted Helena.
"Miss Helena, if you are looking for Miss Barbara and Miss Dinah they're not here," Alfred said as he walked into the kitchen.
"I'm not here to see them, I have the day off thought I came and visit you."
"Miss Helena, not that I mind this visit, but there's another reason why you're here. I might be old Miss Helena but I know you very well."
"Okay, there is another reason why I'm here."
"And what is it, Miss Helena?"
"Well, you remember Detective Jesse Reese?"
"Yes, Miss Helena. You're always speaking of him."
"Well, he asked me to go to this police thing with him, just as friends," Helena said as she helped Alfred with the dishes.
"Miss Helena isn't that a good thing?"
"Well, yeah but I don't know if I should go or not."
"Do you want to go?"
"Yes, no! Maybe. I don't know."
"Miss Helena, I know you well enough to know you do want to go with Mister Reese."
"Alfred do you have to call him 'Mister Reese'? It makes him sound old, really old."
"Sorry Miss Helena. But answer the question, and don't try to go off topic."
"Yeah, I do but what am I gonna do? I fight crime at night?"
"So does Detective Reese."
"Yeah, but New Gotham depends on me." Helena said she handed Alfred a towel, "Like Gotham depended on my father, Batman," she added under her breath.
Alfred pretend like he hadn't heard her last comment, "Go Miss Helena, that's an order."
Helena smiled, "But what am I gonna wear?"
"Well, what kind of evening will it be?"
"Huh? Speak my language Alfred."
"What kind of police thing is it? Is it elegant or casual or is it a will it be like Cinderella's night? What kind of food are they serving? I might have to teach you some table manners."
"What is wrong with my table manners?"
"Miss Helena, you must sit when you eat and use forks, knives or spoons."
"I use that stuff."
"Miss Helena you find out what they are serving and I'll teach you how to eat properly."
"Do they serve vodka?"
"Miss Helena, really!" Alfred said as he threw the towel down onto the table.
"Joking, Alfred joking," Helena said as she put the dry plates away.
"Would you like me to help choose an outfit?"
"Yes, Alfred that would help me so much!" She said as she hugged him.
"Well, you should tell Detective Reese the answer, Miss Helena."
"I will, tonight."
"Find out what kind of evening it will be."
"Of course, Alfred. And thanks."
"Miss Barbara left some papers on the computer desk."
"Which one?"
"The main one."
"Thanks, hey you want me to go to the story?"
"Thank you Miss Helena. Here's the list and the money and don't buy what's not on the list."
"Okay, I'll be back as soon as I'm done. I've got to buy a new leather coat."
"That's the four one this month Miss Helena."
"Well, I tell them over and over not to mess with my leather and they don't listen."
"Miss Helena while you are out pick up Miss Barbara's dress from the dry cleaning."
"Alright, but you're the one who gets paid to do all this."
"And yet I get no money for helping you with your problems; the ones you never tell Miss Barbara or Miss Dinah about."
"Okay, I get it. I'm leaving. See ya later."
Helena waited fro the elevator; she went into it and left the clock tower.
"She reminds me so much of her father, the great Batman. Bruce Wayne, master Bruce, I wish Miss Helena would move into the manor."
Alfred continued his cleaning, he didn't mind taking care of these three women. They all had one thing in common; they were all strong intelligent independent women. Helena reminded him so much of Bruce, her smile her hair the way she was pulled towards crime but fought against the temptations. He knew Detective Reese was perfect for Helena, he didn't know why but something just told him he was.
**
"Yes, peanut butter is on the list.one jar? More like three or four. Well I am the only one who likes it, but I do all the crime fighting," Helena said to herself trying to justify why she could get that many.
She walked down the aisle pushing the cart in front of her; she stopped when she came to the peanut butter, she grabbed two jars and put them in the cart. She looked around and walked to the vegetable section, she got everything that was on the list. She tried to find the shortest line, but it seemed like there wasn't any. How does Alfred do this every week? God, why is this line so fucking long! Hurry up. Some of us have things to do with our lives!! Helene thought. After twenty minutes Helena became unbelievable impatient, she started tapping her foot against the ground.
"Finally," Helena said when it was her turn.
A young woman with light brown hair rung up the items, Helena watched the computer screen as the prices came on the screen. A young man a little older than her was putting the items into a paper bag; he then put the bags into the cart.
"That will be $150.45," the young woman said.
Helena took the money out of her pocket, she had 200 dollars," Here," she said handing her the money.
"Here's your change."
"Thanks," she pushed the cart outside and put the bags into the trunk of the car. She put the cart away and she got into the car and headed towards the mall to find a new leather coat.
**
Barbara sat behind her desk as her class took their test; on her desk was a frame lined with silver cats and inside it was a picture of Helena when she was eighteen. She wasn't Huntress yet; no she wasn't she was just Helena.innocent little Helena.the daughter of Batman and Catwoman. She smiled to herself she let he mind drift back to that time, when Helena was just Helena.~~Helena was seventeen; she had one month left of high school. Barbara decided that this was the best time to make her the new super hero of New Gotham. Batman was gone and she couldn't fight crime anymore. She had already started to train Helena back when she had first came to live with her, it was to help her deal with her anger. Her abilities became present the night her mother die; she had taken her anger out on the police officers. Barbara knew then that she was going to be very powerful. Finally Helena turned eighteen, she and Barbara went out to have a nice dinner; after they finished they walked, well she wheeled herself around Gotham and told Helena about becoming a superhero and she agreed. Little did she know that what she wanted wasn't right for Helena, she was trying to make her into her father or herself.Batgirl. She wasn't Batman, she wasn't Batgirl or Catwoman.she was Huntress.~~ Barbara looked up from the picture and looked at her class.
"No talking Diana," Barbara said.
"Sorry Miss Barbara," she replied.
"Barbara," Dinah whispered.
"Dinah, why aren't you in class?"
"I need you to sign my homework."
"Why didn't you ask me earlier?"
"Forgot."
"Come here."
Dinah walked into the classroom and handed the paper to Barbara, she quickly signed the paper and handed back to her.
"Thanks Barbara."
"Get back to class, now!"
"I'm going, I'm going," Dinah said then left the room.
"I swear I get rid of one kid I get another," Barbara said shaking her head.
The bell rang and the kids in her class got up, "Turn in you test, I'm grading them on a curve so don't worry if you haven't finished it yet." The students put the papers on her desk as they left the room. When everyone left the room Dinah entered.
"Dinah shouldn't you be getting to your next class?"
"It's lunch time Barbara."
"Oh, right. I have some test to grade, so why are you here?"
"Well, I was wondering if I could eat with you?"
"Why? I thought you'd be eating with Gabby."
"I'm still trying to process what she told me."
"That she is gay."
"No, yesterday she told me, well you remember when Helena brought me to school?"
"Yeah."
"Well, Gabby saw her."
"So, you're telling me she likes Helena?"
"Yeah, I told her that was my sister."
"Sure, what do you want to eat?"
"We could go back to the clock tower and have Alfred make us something."
"No, I made you and myself lunch."
"Great what is it?"
"Whatever Alfred made."
"I thought you made it."
"So I lied, it's in my bag."
"Okay," Dinah got the bags out of the Barbara's bag and put them on her desk.
**
Helena walked the streets of New Gotham; she climbed onto the roof of the building next to her.
"Huntress are you there?" Barbara asked.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Detective Reese is calling for you."
"Where is he?"
"About four blocks away from the high school."
"Okay, I'm on my way. Huntress out."
Helena glided across the rooftops of Gotham; she stopped and looked at the street below trying to find Reese, why are there so many people? Helena asked herself. When she spotted him she waited till everyone was away from him then she jumped down behind him; she put her hands over his eyes, "Guess who?" Helena whispered in his ear.
"Huntress," Reese replied putting his hands over hers.
"Ooo, you're good," She said removing her hands.
"That's nice to know," Reese said as he turned around.
"You called?"
"Yeah, this might seem stupid but I called you because."
"You want the answer to your question?"
"Yeah."
"That's not stupid. And my answer is," she turn off the communication, "yes."
"Really?"
"I said yes."
"Oh, okay."
"Where is it?"
"I'll pick you up."
"What kind of evening is it gonna be?"
"Huh?"
"What do I where?"
"What ever you want."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"So I can show up in my crime fighting outfit?"
"If you want to."
"Reese just tell me."
"It's a fancy dinner."
"So I'm guessing my huntress outfit is out of the question."
"Yeah, so where do I pick you up?"
"Have a pen?"
"Yeah, here," he said handing the pen to her.
She took his hand in hers and wrote the name of the bar where she worked, "What day is it?"
"Saturday 8:30pm."
"I wonder if crime takes a day off?"
"I doubt it."
"Too bad."
"Yeah."
"Helena, get back here now! I need your help," Oracle said breaking the silence in Helena's head.
"I gotta go," Helena said.
"I'll see you later," Reese replied but Helena was already gone.
**
Helena walked into the clock tower, she looked around for Barbara; she spotted her behind a bunch of computers, which didn't surprise her, she walked over to her.
"What's the big emergency?" Helena asked as she stood next to Barbara.
Barbara handed Helena a printout, "What is it?" Helena asked as she looked up.
"A list of every criminal that was at the warehouse."
"How did you find this? Wait stupid question."
"I thought you might want to give that to Detective Reese."
"Why?"
"He doesn't know yet."
"Where is he?"
"Where you left him. And turn you communicator back on."
"Alright mom."
"Funny Helena."
Helena walked towards to elevator but was stopped by Alfred, "Miss Helena."
"It's gonna be a fancy evening."
"When Miss Helena?"
"Saturday."
"I'll be teaching you manners tomorrow."
"Okay. Bye Alfred."
"Good day Miss Helena."
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Helena jumped down next to Reese's car, she put the paper under the windshield wipers and left before he came back. Reese walked over to his car he noticed the paper, he pulled it out and looked at it. There were twenty-five names on the paper he folded the paper and put it in his pocket and got into his car and drove to the police station. He had paper work to do.
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Author's Note: Okay what do you think? Wasn't this week episode of Birds of Prey good? I thought it was. Please review, and I hope you like the chapter the next one is coming soon.