The next afternoon in the Clock tower, Helena was in the training room with
Barbara. The red head was putting gloves on her hands while Helena tied
her shoe laces.
"I don't like this new friend of Dinah's." The brunette said.
"Why?" Barbara asked, distractedly wheeling to the shelf where the escrima sticks were located.
"I don't know, I have a bad feeling about him."
"Helena, I'm glad that she's meeting new people"
"Yea, me too, but I don't like him. Okay, I'm ready" she stood up in the middle of the room.
Barbara raised her brow and wheeled in front of her. "Are you going to fight without escrima sticks and without protection?"
"Yes, I don't use it in the street." Helena was in a defensive position. "I don't like your sticks.
"I could hurt you."
"No way, I'm faster, go."
Barbara moved her arm quickly, sweeping the escrima under Helena's feet, she fell backwards. Suddenly, she had another escrima stick over her neck.
"What was that?" the girl asked in the floor.
"That you aren't faster." Barbara smiled wheeling back.
"You were lucky" Helena said standing up "What did Dinah tell you about her new friend?"
"That he will graduate this year and is new in the city, his name is Jean- Paul Smithson."
"French name?" Helena prepared her self again.
"Looks like it, I searched in the files." Barbara tried to hit her again but this time Helena avoided the sticks. "Good movement."
"Thanks." Helena tried to punch her but Barbara blocked her fist with the sticks. Helena tried again but this time Barbara trapped her hand between her sticks and turned her arm down. Helena moved her other hand to try to grab Barbara's hand but she moved faster and hit her in the ribs. Helena bent down and stepped back.
"We need to investigate him a little more." Barbara added doing a sweep with her escrima sticks "He lived with a tutor until he was 18, and later he lived alone. He had a big bank account. Someone deposits money on it every month."
"Wait a minute. a tutor? He said his father is important. Where is he?" Helena attacked Barbara again. The red head stopped her fist and pushed her back.
"There is not much information, looks like a witness protected, maybe his father was one. I need to search in FBI files." Barbara explained.
Helena jumped over Barbara. She took one of her sticks with the hand and landed on her feet.
"Mine." Helena smiled to her.
"I liked that." Barbara threw a hit with the escrima that she had in her hand. Helena raised her hand and instinctively blocled it with her stick. Barbara attacked her harder and faster; the brunette had trouble blocking her. Finally, Barbara took her down. The escrima flew and Barbara greabbed it with her free hand. "Mine." She smiled.
"Are you going to look for these files today?" Helena asked. "Dinah worries me, it's dangerous for her to go out with him. We don't know who is following this guy. They use very strong weapons, not common ones."
"Yes, but at the same time it's an advantage that she will be near him. She could keep an eye on him."
"Yes, that's true." Helena attacked again and she moved her hands faster. Barbara blocked her punches. Finally, she managed to take the sticks from Barbara. "You lose, they're mine!"
"That was so good." The red head said.
"Yea, but you hit hard." Helena looked her forearm, she had a bruise there.
"I told you." Barbara took a towel and put it over her neck. "Let's go, I need to search again for more files."
"And I'll be looking around."
* * *
Helena was in the kitchen eating a peanut butter sandwich, absentmindedly reading a magazine. Dinah arrived home from school, threw her bag on one of the chairs and sat down in front of Helena, crossing her arms on the table looking at her.
"Wasn't me." Helena said turning the page.
"What?"
"Anything, wasn't me. You and Barbara always think that when something happens I'm the guilty one." She bit into the sandwich.
"How can you eat that everyday?" Dinah asked getting up to get a coke from the fridge.
"It's just a snack. I need it to keep me strong."
"With peanut butter? Come on! Well, it's your stomach, not mine."
"Peanut butter is a vegetarian source of protein; provides essential vitamins and minerals like Vitamin E, Niacin, Phosphorous & Magnesium; is Cholesterol Free and can help improve your HDL-LDL ratio; contains fiber, offering about as much as ½ cup of broccoli."
Dinah turned her face to see Helena, she was reading the label on the jar. "What is that?" she asked.
"The nutritional information for peanut butter." Helena said and kept reading "is a good source of natural folic acid, an essential nutrient during pregnancy and in the prevention of heart disease."
"Well, you are not pregnant" Dinah sat at the table again with the coke in her hand.
"No, but my heart is stronger with this." The brunette raised the jar. "Do you know that Arachibutyrophobia (I-RA-KID-BU-TI-RO-PHO-BI-A) is the fear of peanut butter getting stuck to the roof of your mouth?"
"What?"
"And when making a PB&J sandwich, 96% of people put the peanut butter on before the jelly. Peanut butter is not just butter, isn't that interesting? I read that on internet."
"Helena Kyle using a computer? I can't believe it." Dinah laughed.
"Hey! I have my talents. I don't like computers but that doesn't mean that I don't know how to use them." Helena took another bite of her sandwich.
"Ok, ok, forget it. Jean-Paul wants see you. He told me he had something important to tell you."
"Why he didn't tell it to you?"
"Because you are the 'hero' not me. He thinks that I'm a normal human being." Dinah took one of the sandwichs off of Helena's plate.
"Hey, that's mine!"
Dinah bite into it. "Was yours." She took a piece of paper out of her pocket, extending it to Helena.
"What is this?" the brunette asked.
"His mobile number. He thinks that you are the only person that can help him."
"Me? Oh no." she smiled.
"Helena, why are you so difficult? He is my friend, help him."
"I don't like him."
"Why don't you like him?" Dinah rolled her eyes.
"I don't know. it's. well. Simply put I just don't like him."
"Give him a chance."
"Everytime I see him, my sense turns on which isn't my fault." Helena explained. "and my sense always is right.
"Everytime? But you've only seen him once. Wait a minute." Dinah locked her eyes on her. "Have you been following him?"
"Me?" Helena realized that she had talked too much.
"You said 'everytime'"
"Okay, I just want to be sure that he is not lying to you. Somethings are not always clear."
"That's reason he is looking for you, to explain things." Dinah pressed her.
"Okay, okay. I'll call him later. from a public phone."
Dinah smiled. "I think that you are prejudiced against him because you're jealous."
Helena choked on the bread. Dinah laughed as she explained: "Jealous as every big sister is with her little sister when she begins to go out with kids."
"That's true, it's not good that you overprotect her." Barbara said wheeling inside the kitchen.
"I do not overprotect her!" Helena protested.
"Sometimes you do" Dinah pointed to the brunette. "When we are patrolling at night you are always keeping an eye on me. Don't deny it."
"I agree," Barbara served herself a cup of coffee "I listen to you two every night discussing who is going to kick who, and how many each one takes."
"Well, I'm older, I have more experience." Helena smiled.
"Yes, of course." Dinah raised her brow.
"The next time I promise I'll let the bad guys kick your ass." Helena took a bite of her bread.
"I need ask you another favour."
"Mmm?" Helena knew that the blonde was going to ask something that she was sure she wouldn't like.
"I was thinking of inviting him to dinner, but if I do that I need to ask you to please disappear."
"Why?" Helena asked with her mouth full of bread and peanut butter.
"It's bad manners to talk with your mouth full." Barbara wheeled up next to the table.
"Remember the secret identity thing?" Dinah cleaned her hands with a napkin "You don't have one."
"And..?" the brunette asked.
"Helena!" Barbara exclaimed. Helena put her hand over her mouth.
".And he saw you as Huntress." Dinah explained "He can't see you as Helena Kyle."
Helena puckered her forehead looking at her friends. They were working against her, this was an outrage.
"She is right" Barbara said sipping her coffee "he can't see you. You don't wear a mask and you must keep your secret identity." Barbara smirked.
"Hey! I'm not going to wear a mask!" Helena exclaimed.
"Yes, we know," Barbara answered "and for that reason you can't be here if he comes to dinner with us."
The brunette was trapped. "Oh. come on." Alfred entered to the kitchen at that moment "Can you help me?" she asked.
"Help you, Miss Helena?" He was surprised "I thought you were self- sufficient."
"I am, but this is unfair!"
"Miss Helena, remember that a hero's life is more sadness than happiness, but this helps to build character. It's hard, but you must learn that the hero's life always is unfair."
"That was a low blow Alfred! Okay, okay. you win, you win! I give up" Helena raised her hands. "Three against one, you win!"
Dinah smiled. Helena looked her friends in silence crossing her arms on the table a few seconds before asking: "You're joking, right?"
Barbara and Dinah laughed looking at the _expression on her face. "Yes" Dinah patted her shoulder "He's just a friend. I'm not going to bring him here."
"Could you investigate something else Dinah?" Barbara asked.
"He doesn't talk much about his personal life, but he told me that he wanted to talk with Huntress to explain. I gave Helena his mobile number. Something is really strange here. He is hiding a secret, maybe he will reveal it to Helena."
"I promise to call him later. After my work at the bar."
"Ok, I'll go change and later I'm going to the library with Gabby, byeee." The blond stood up and hugged Helena giving her a kiss on her cheek, the brunette grumbled. "Thanks, you are so sweet." Dinah said, laughing at her sign of protest and walking to the elevator.
"Good bye." Barbara raised her hand. She smiled at seeing Helena blush "Why don't you like to show your good side?"
"I don't hide it." Helena answered.
"You don't like for people to know that you have a heart." Barbara pointed at her with her finger "Come with me, I need to go to the Center Town to buy some clothes and you have a good eye for the cool ones."
"Uhhhh" Helena smirked "A date? Handsome man?"
"No, a meeting, old men." She frowned.
Helena laughed and stood up, taking her coat.
* * * Barbara and Helena walked around the Center of Town looking into store windows. Barbara was looking for a nice dress and some accessories for an important meeting. She had invited Helena because she had a very good eye for clothes and because she wanted to talk with her. The street was full of people.
"Do you think?." Helena asked walking at her side.
"It is just my point of view." Barbara explained "It is your choice. You are so nice and you could have many friends, don't be so difficult."
"I'm not difficult, I just keep my secrets, I am a super-hero, remember?"
"I'm a 'super-hero' too and I don't have a problem in showing my feelings."
"Uh, oh," Helena knew she was in trouble "Now I know where are you going."
They turned onto an empty street.
"I'm not going anywhere," Barbara smiled "I'm your friend and I think that you are so 'cool' and you."
"Cool?" Helena laughed "It is odd hearing that word come from you!"
"Raise your hands." A thief with his face covered, stood in front of them with a gun in his hands. Helena and Barbara looked him without saying a word. "The money ladies." He demanded.
Barbara took out her escrima sticks and hit his hand, the pistol fell to the floor and he grabbed his wrist. "You need to be more open Helena." Barbara said hitting the man in the stomach with the other stick. He bent down.
"I'm open Barbara! I've opened myself to you!" Helena hesitated. "I've told you. well maybe not everything but most everything."
"The more I have to push you to talk!" The man tried to hit Barbara but she blocked his fist with both sticks and she moved her arm faster and hit his the leg and his head making him fall to the ground, stunned.
"I have a better relationship with the kid" Helena rested her back against a brick wall. "I don't annoy her, well, not as much. just a bit, well it's normal! All big sisters annoy their smaller sisters, it's a unwritten rule."
"I'm not talking about that." Barbara looked her "I'm talking about you expressing your feelings, opening yourself to receive affection." "You know this is my style."
"It's not your 'style' that's the point. You transform into a rock everytime one of us try to show affection towards you." Barbara said. The thief stood up and took off a knife, "I know it's hard for you but it wouldn't hurt you to try."
"You're right. Barbara, do you think it is as Dinah said, I'm acting like a big jealous sister towards her little sister? I'm just worried about her, I don't care if she goes out with boys or not."
The thief tried to surprise Barbara, but she swung her hand back and hit his wrist, "Well, as I said you are too overprotective of her sometimes." Barbara hit the man in the ribs and again on his wrist, the knife flew in the air. "I understand, she is learning, but you must trust her more.."
Helena caught the knife with her right hand. "I'll don't like it when someone hurts her, she is still too young." she examined the knife and threw into the trashcan.
"I know, but she is intelligent" Barbara hit the man twice in the head and the last blow made him crash against the wall. He fell to the floor unconscious. "I'm sure she will know what to do" Barbara kept her escrima sticks and brushed her hair. "Remember your first date with a guy, you were too nervous."
Helena stood up in front of her, she brushed a few locks of hair away from her forehead. "And it was a disaster, I couldn't control my nervousness and when he tried to kiss me, my eyes changed, he ran away scared" She laughed.
"Well, to him it wasn't funny." Barbara smiled lightly and turned her wheelchair to continue on her way. Helena followed her.
"The next ones were better, I kept my eyes closed." The brunette said. "But as you said, maybe I'm too over protective."
"Are you going to see Dinah's friend tonight?" Barbara asked.
"I'll call him later, maybe when I've finished working."
Barbara looked at her watch "We need to hurry, it's late."
"It's not my fault, you took your time."
"Was a bad time huh?" Barbara pressed her lips looking her watch again.
"Not too bad. he pulled a knife too." Helena tried to comfort Barbara.
"True." The red head raised her brow.
"And it was a cheap knife." Helena added.
"Really?"
"Yeah..."
Both women continued walking down street. The afternoon was falling in New Gotham.
* * *
"I don't like this new friend of Dinah's." The brunette said.
"Why?" Barbara asked, distractedly wheeling to the shelf where the escrima sticks were located.
"I don't know, I have a bad feeling about him."
"Helena, I'm glad that she's meeting new people"
"Yea, me too, but I don't like him. Okay, I'm ready" she stood up in the middle of the room.
Barbara raised her brow and wheeled in front of her. "Are you going to fight without escrima sticks and without protection?"
"Yes, I don't use it in the street." Helena was in a defensive position. "I don't like your sticks.
"I could hurt you."
"No way, I'm faster, go."
Barbara moved her arm quickly, sweeping the escrima under Helena's feet, she fell backwards. Suddenly, she had another escrima stick over her neck.
"What was that?" the girl asked in the floor.
"That you aren't faster." Barbara smiled wheeling back.
"You were lucky" Helena said standing up "What did Dinah tell you about her new friend?"
"That he will graduate this year and is new in the city, his name is Jean- Paul Smithson."
"French name?" Helena prepared her self again.
"Looks like it, I searched in the files." Barbara tried to hit her again but this time Helena avoided the sticks. "Good movement."
"Thanks." Helena tried to punch her but Barbara blocked her fist with the sticks. Helena tried again but this time Barbara trapped her hand between her sticks and turned her arm down. Helena moved her other hand to try to grab Barbara's hand but she moved faster and hit her in the ribs. Helena bent down and stepped back.
"We need to investigate him a little more." Barbara added doing a sweep with her escrima sticks "He lived with a tutor until he was 18, and later he lived alone. He had a big bank account. Someone deposits money on it every month."
"Wait a minute. a tutor? He said his father is important. Where is he?" Helena attacked Barbara again. The red head stopped her fist and pushed her back.
"There is not much information, looks like a witness protected, maybe his father was one. I need to search in FBI files." Barbara explained.
Helena jumped over Barbara. She took one of her sticks with the hand and landed on her feet.
"Mine." Helena smiled to her.
"I liked that." Barbara threw a hit with the escrima that she had in her hand. Helena raised her hand and instinctively blocled it with her stick. Barbara attacked her harder and faster; the brunette had trouble blocking her. Finally, Barbara took her down. The escrima flew and Barbara greabbed it with her free hand. "Mine." She smiled.
"Are you going to look for these files today?" Helena asked. "Dinah worries me, it's dangerous for her to go out with him. We don't know who is following this guy. They use very strong weapons, not common ones."
"Yes, but at the same time it's an advantage that she will be near him. She could keep an eye on him."
"Yes, that's true." Helena attacked again and she moved her hands faster. Barbara blocked her punches. Finally, she managed to take the sticks from Barbara. "You lose, they're mine!"
"That was so good." The red head said.
"Yea, but you hit hard." Helena looked her forearm, she had a bruise there.
"I told you." Barbara took a towel and put it over her neck. "Let's go, I need to search again for more files."
"And I'll be looking around."
* * *
Helena was in the kitchen eating a peanut butter sandwich, absentmindedly reading a magazine. Dinah arrived home from school, threw her bag on one of the chairs and sat down in front of Helena, crossing her arms on the table looking at her.
"Wasn't me." Helena said turning the page.
"What?"
"Anything, wasn't me. You and Barbara always think that when something happens I'm the guilty one." She bit into the sandwich.
"How can you eat that everyday?" Dinah asked getting up to get a coke from the fridge.
"It's just a snack. I need it to keep me strong."
"With peanut butter? Come on! Well, it's your stomach, not mine."
"Peanut butter is a vegetarian source of protein; provides essential vitamins and minerals like Vitamin E, Niacin, Phosphorous & Magnesium; is Cholesterol Free and can help improve your HDL-LDL ratio; contains fiber, offering about as much as ½ cup of broccoli."
Dinah turned her face to see Helena, she was reading the label on the jar. "What is that?" she asked.
"The nutritional information for peanut butter." Helena said and kept reading "is a good source of natural folic acid, an essential nutrient during pregnancy and in the prevention of heart disease."
"Well, you are not pregnant" Dinah sat at the table again with the coke in her hand.
"No, but my heart is stronger with this." The brunette raised the jar. "Do you know that Arachibutyrophobia (I-RA-KID-BU-TI-RO-PHO-BI-A) is the fear of peanut butter getting stuck to the roof of your mouth?"
"What?"
"And when making a PB&J sandwich, 96% of people put the peanut butter on before the jelly. Peanut butter is not just butter, isn't that interesting? I read that on internet."
"Helena Kyle using a computer? I can't believe it." Dinah laughed.
"Hey! I have my talents. I don't like computers but that doesn't mean that I don't know how to use them." Helena took another bite of her sandwich.
"Ok, ok, forget it. Jean-Paul wants see you. He told me he had something important to tell you."
"Why he didn't tell it to you?"
"Because you are the 'hero' not me. He thinks that I'm a normal human being." Dinah took one of the sandwichs off of Helena's plate.
"Hey, that's mine!"
Dinah bite into it. "Was yours." She took a piece of paper out of her pocket, extending it to Helena.
"What is this?" the brunette asked.
"His mobile number. He thinks that you are the only person that can help him."
"Me? Oh no." she smiled.
"Helena, why are you so difficult? He is my friend, help him."
"I don't like him."
"Why don't you like him?" Dinah rolled her eyes.
"I don't know. it's. well. Simply put I just don't like him."
"Give him a chance."
"Everytime I see him, my sense turns on which isn't my fault." Helena explained. "and my sense always is right.
"Everytime? But you've only seen him once. Wait a minute." Dinah locked her eyes on her. "Have you been following him?"
"Me?" Helena realized that she had talked too much.
"You said 'everytime'"
"Okay, I just want to be sure that he is not lying to you. Somethings are not always clear."
"That's reason he is looking for you, to explain things." Dinah pressed her.
"Okay, okay. I'll call him later. from a public phone."
Dinah smiled. "I think that you are prejudiced against him because you're jealous."
Helena choked on the bread. Dinah laughed as she explained: "Jealous as every big sister is with her little sister when she begins to go out with kids."
"That's true, it's not good that you overprotect her." Barbara said wheeling inside the kitchen.
"I do not overprotect her!" Helena protested.
"Sometimes you do" Dinah pointed to the brunette. "When we are patrolling at night you are always keeping an eye on me. Don't deny it."
"I agree," Barbara served herself a cup of coffee "I listen to you two every night discussing who is going to kick who, and how many each one takes."
"Well, I'm older, I have more experience." Helena smiled.
"Yes, of course." Dinah raised her brow.
"The next time I promise I'll let the bad guys kick your ass." Helena took a bite of her bread.
"I need ask you another favour."
"Mmm?" Helena knew that the blonde was going to ask something that she was sure she wouldn't like.
"I was thinking of inviting him to dinner, but if I do that I need to ask you to please disappear."
"Why?" Helena asked with her mouth full of bread and peanut butter.
"It's bad manners to talk with your mouth full." Barbara wheeled up next to the table.
"Remember the secret identity thing?" Dinah cleaned her hands with a napkin "You don't have one."
"And..?" the brunette asked.
"Helena!" Barbara exclaimed. Helena put her hand over her mouth.
".And he saw you as Huntress." Dinah explained "He can't see you as Helena Kyle."
Helena puckered her forehead looking at her friends. They were working against her, this was an outrage.
"She is right" Barbara said sipping her coffee "he can't see you. You don't wear a mask and you must keep your secret identity." Barbara smirked.
"Hey! I'm not going to wear a mask!" Helena exclaimed.
"Yes, we know," Barbara answered "and for that reason you can't be here if he comes to dinner with us."
The brunette was trapped. "Oh. come on." Alfred entered to the kitchen at that moment "Can you help me?" she asked.
"Help you, Miss Helena?" He was surprised "I thought you were self- sufficient."
"I am, but this is unfair!"
"Miss Helena, remember that a hero's life is more sadness than happiness, but this helps to build character. It's hard, but you must learn that the hero's life always is unfair."
"That was a low blow Alfred! Okay, okay. you win, you win! I give up" Helena raised her hands. "Three against one, you win!"
Dinah smiled. Helena looked her friends in silence crossing her arms on the table a few seconds before asking: "You're joking, right?"
Barbara and Dinah laughed looking at the _expression on her face. "Yes" Dinah patted her shoulder "He's just a friend. I'm not going to bring him here."
"Could you investigate something else Dinah?" Barbara asked.
"He doesn't talk much about his personal life, but he told me that he wanted to talk with Huntress to explain. I gave Helena his mobile number. Something is really strange here. He is hiding a secret, maybe he will reveal it to Helena."
"I promise to call him later. After my work at the bar."
"Ok, I'll go change and later I'm going to the library with Gabby, byeee." The blond stood up and hugged Helena giving her a kiss on her cheek, the brunette grumbled. "Thanks, you are so sweet." Dinah said, laughing at her sign of protest and walking to the elevator.
"Good bye." Barbara raised her hand. She smiled at seeing Helena blush "Why don't you like to show your good side?"
"I don't hide it." Helena answered.
"You don't like for people to know that you have a heart." Barbara pointed at her with her finger "Come with me, I need to go to the Center Town to buy some clothes and you have a good eye for the cool ones."
"Uhhhh" Helena smirked "A date? Handsome man?"
"No, a meeting, old men." She frowned.
Helena laughed and stood up, taking her coat.
* * * Barbara and Helena walked around the Center of Town looking into store windows. Barbara was looking for a nice dress and some accessories for an important meeting. She had invited Helena because she had a very good eye for clothes and because she wanted to talk with her. The street was full of people.
"Do you think?." Helena asked walking at her side.
"It is just my point of view." Barbara explained "It is your choice. You are so nice and you could have many friends, don't be so difficult."
"I'm not difficult, I just keep my secrets, I am a super-hero, remember?"
"I'm a 'super-hero' too and I don't have a problem in showing my feelings."
"Uh, oh," Helena knew she was in trouble "Now I know where are you going."
They turned onto an empty street.
"I'm not going anywhere," Barbara smiled "I'm your friend and I think that you are so 'cool' and you."
"Cool?" Helena laughed "It is odd hearing that word come from you!"
"Raise your hands." A thief with his face covered, stood in front of them with a gun in his hands. Helena and Barbara looked him without saying a word. "The money ladies." He demanded.
Barbara took out her escrima sticks and hit his hand, the pistol fell to the floor and he grabbed his wrist. "You need to be more open Helena." Barbara said hitting the man in the stomach with the other stick. He bent down.
"I'm open Barbara! I've opened myself to you!" Helena hesitated. "I've told you. well maybe not everything but most everything."
"The more I have to push you to talk!" The man tried to hit Barbara but she blocked his fist with both sticks and she moved her arm faster and hit his the leg and his head making him fall to the ground, stunned.
"I have a better relationship with the kid" Helena rested her back against a brick wall. "I don't annoy her, well, not as much. just a bit, well it's normal! All big sisters annoy their smaller sisters, it's a unwritten rule."
"I'm not talking about that." Barbara looked her "I'm talking about you expressing your feelings, opening yourself to receive affection." "You know this is my style."
"It's not your 'style' that's the point. You transform into a rock everytime one of us try to show affection towards you." Barbara said. The thief stood up and took off a knife, "I know it's hard for you but it wouldn't hurt you to try."
"You're right. Barbara, do you think it is as Dinah said, I'm acting like a big jealous sister towards her little sister? I'm just worried about her, I don't care if she goes out with boys or not."
The thief tried to surprise Barbara, but she swung her hand back and hit his wrist, "Well, as I said you are too overprotective of her sometimes." Barbara hit the man in the ribs and again on his wrist, the knife flew in the air. "I understand, she is learning, but you must trust her more.."
Helena caught the knife with her right hand. "I'll don't like it when someone hurts her, she is still too young." she examined the knife and threw into the trashcan.
"I know, but she is intelligent" Barbara hit the man twice in the head and the last blow made him crash against the wall. He fell to the floor unconscious. "I'm sure she will know what to do" Barbara kept her escrima sticks and brushed her hair. "Remember your first date with a guy, you were too nervous."
Helena stood up in front of her, she brushed a few locks of hair away from her forehead. "And it was a disaster, I couldn't control my nervousness and when he tried to kiss me, my eyes changed, he ran away scared" She laughed.
"Well, to him it wasn't funny." Barbara smiled lightly and turned her wheelchair to continue on her way. Helena followed her.
"The next ones were better, I kept my eyes closed." The brunette said. "But as you said, maybe I'm too over protective."
"Are you going to see Dinah's friend tonight?" Barbara asked.
"I'll call him later, maybe when I've finished working."
Barbara looked at her watch "We need to hurry, it's late."
"It's not my fault, you took your time."
"Was a bad time huh?" Barbara pressed her lips looking her watch again.
"Not too bad. he pulled a knife too." Helena tried to comfort Barbara.
"True." The red head raised her brow.
"And it was a cheap knife." Helena added.
"Really?"
"Yeah..."
Both women continued walking down street. The afternoon was falling in New Gotham.
* * *