That night, Huntress was in front of the bathroom mirror. She stared at her
face trying to remember who she was. Jean-Paul had told her that they had
been friends for many years and that they were now partners in crime. In
the morning he had reminded her of her activities, but she still couldn't
remember anything. She washed her face and looked again in the mirror. She
touched her lips slowly and then her cheeks, but she couldn't recognize her
own eyes. That was a nightmare, she could only trust him, the only person
that know who was she.
They now had a special job to do, but he didn't tell her what it was. He had only told her that she must do a few jobs to practice before taking on his biggest job. That was reasonable, because she felt so insecure about her self.
"You look great" Jean-Paul said as he entered her room and glanced appreciatively at her.
"Yes? This is strange." she said walking out of the bathroom in a complete black costume.
"You always wear it. Hey, where is the mask?" he looked around and took it from a table.
"I wear a mask?" she asked "I don't like the masks."
"You always use it." He smiled giving it to her. "Protection, the police don't know who you are."
Huntress took the mask and looked at it uncomfortably. "No, I can't use it" and gave it back to him.
"I told you that you are going to wear it!" He grabbed her. she looked at him with fright. "Fuck! Don't make me lose my patience! I'm your master! I taught you all you know stupid girl! You came to me to learn and you learned very well! We are losing time while you recover! All your life you used a mask! I can't allow you put my plan in risk just because suddenly you don't want wear it!"
"It's just."
"Wear the mask and shut up, It's late and we have work to do!" he released her. She rubbed her wrist, there were marks on her skin form where he had grabbed her.
"Okay." she nodded and obeyed. Her heart beat faster, she was scared.
His mobile phone rang and he went out of the room. Huntress put the mask over her head carefully, she had a gauze pad on the back of her head. She looked in the mirror and froze.
Outside the room, Jean-Paul answered the phone, "Are you? I followed all the instructions that you gave me. I convinced her that she is Selina Kyle, but I need to see you, its urgent. tomorrow? Tonight I need to train her to help her to remember her abilities. I need go, I'll see you tomorrow."
Jean-Paul returned to the room and saw Huntress with fixed on the mirror, he noticed the disturbed look on her face.
"Hey, Kyle!" he shouted but Huntress didn't move, he walked to her and grabbed her by her arm "Kyle I'm talking to you!"
"Sorry. I.I just thought I remembered seeing that image before." she said looking at the Catwoman mask.
"Yes, it was you the way you've always been! Let's go, it's late."
"Where are we going?"
"To work, you need to start again with few things before our biggest plan. I don't want that you fail."
* * *
"Barbara!" Helena followed her around the Clock Tower, she was almost seventeen and her hair was still long and in a pony tail.
"Helena Don't!" Barbara rolled her eyes.
"Why not?"
"Because you lied to me!"
"I didn't lie to you!"
Barbara stopped the chair and turned it around to face Helena. "Every time you have an opportunity, you lie to me. Why couldn't you trust me?"
Helena avoided her eyes and said in a soft voice. "I didn't lie to you."
"No? Are you sure? What about that tattoo on your lower back?" Barbara asked.
Helena blushed and looked down to her feet while she played with it. "What tattoo?"
The red head crossed her arms and raised her brow. "Turn around please"
"Barbara I didn't lie to you." Helena knew she was trapped.
"Show me your back please."
The girl didn't know what to do, she slowly turned. She had her hands laced behind her back.
"Helena." Barbara glared to her.
"What?"
"Your hands move them." she moved her index finger.
"My hands?" Helena asked innocently. She moved it and laced it in front of her. Barbara took a deep breath and waited a few seconds. The brunette didn't move.
"Helena" Barbara said softly "you have to raise you blouse as well."
"I don't have a tattoo."
Barbara moved her head and with her hand she raised her blouse, Helena quickly turned around and put her hands on her back. She found the icy glare of Barbara. They both kept silent a few seconds. Barbara felt really upset, she had been trying to be open with her but she wouldn't let her in, she always avoided her. She knew she was hurt and angry because of her mother's murder less than a year ago, but she couldn't help her if she didn't want it. Maybe more than upset she felt frustrated about not being able to help her feel better.
"And?" the red head asked finally.
Helena lowered her head.
"Why did you do that? We've been talking about this. You know that I don't like tattoo's and you promised me you wouldn't do it! What are you trying to prove Helena? That you're mad with your life and your trying to show your disobedience? Are you trying to punish the life, punishing me? Maybe you haven't noticed, but let me remind you, that at this moment I don't have many reasons to feel happy about my life. I'm trapped in this damn wheelchair and it's difficult, really difficult trying to keep going, but I need to fight, I need to fight every day not to surrender, because of me. and because of you."
Helena didn't move, she had her head down. Barbara had a good reason to be mad, she knew she was so unfair with her, but she couldn't avoid being that way, she couldn't avoid rubbing her anger off on Barbara.
"Look at me." Barbara asked with sweet voice. "Please Helena look at me." The girl raised her head and Barbara took her hand "I know that I never could be the way your mother was, but I'm trying to help you, I'm trying to give you a home, I'm trying to give you love, but your avoiding me, you refuse to let me help you. How could I help you if you don't let me in? Let me help you to not feel alone. I know what you have a lot of pain inside..."
"You don't know, you couldn't know" Helena pulled her hand and stepped back, Barbara was trying to enter dangerously near her feelings and she couldn't allow it. "you couldn't know!!!"
"Helena."
"You couldn't!!!" Helena ran to the balcony. Barbara looked after her with sadness, she lowered her head and put her elbows in her legs and covered her head with her hands. It was frustrating trying to help her, she was suffering and she couldn't avoid it. She had been trying to give her the best of her self but that didn't help the girl much.
She took a deep breath, she needed to try something else, she couldn't leave her alone, and she wasn't going to leave her alone.
***
Barbara woke up abruptly, she had been dreaming, she rubbed her eyes and watched the clock, It was four o'clock in the morning. She rested her head against the pillow and locked her gaze on the ceiling. She felt trapped in a moment from many years ago, helpless and frustrated to try and help her unsuccessfully. She didn't have an idea about what would happen to her. Maybe that was the worst, the uncertainty.
But she had never left Helena alone, and she wasn't about to do it now. She knew that she was the only person that could help her and she was going to find her, no matter how much time it would take.
* * *
Jean-Paul entered the maxim security cell, he sat in a chair. In front of him, behind the glass was a woman, blond hair, with her eyes covered. Behind him 3 policeman with rifles. A strong glass separate him from the woman.
"And?" she asked.
"She had as you said traumatic amnesia, that blow to her head was really strong. I gave her all the info that you gave me about her abilities and her mother, I convinced her she is Selina Kyle, Catwoman, her mother. She was against the idea of wearing a mask, but I just shouted a little at her." He explained in low voice.
"She could recover her memory in any moment."
"Yes, I know that the memory slowly or suddenly returns a few days later, for that reason I must hurry. With the robberies that she is doing I'm collecting enough money to start your plans as soon as you get out of here."
"When are you going to do it?"
"Now she trusts me, and she trusts in her abilities, we should do it soon."
"And after that we could finish our business with Barbara Gordon. Your father is going to be happy when he hears this."
They now had a special job to do, but he didn't tell her what it was. He had only told her that she must do a few jobs to practice before taking on his biggest job. That was reasonable, because she felt so insecure about her self.
"You look great" Jean-Paul said as he entered her room and glanced appreciatively at her.
"Yes? This is strange." she said walking out of the bathroom in a complete black costume.
"You always wear it. Hey, where is the mask?" he looked around and took it from a table.
"I wear a mask?" she asked "I don't like the masks."
"You always use it." He smiled giving it to her. "Protection, the police don't know who you are."
Huntress took the mask and looked at it uncomfortably. "No, I can't use it" and gave it back to him.
"I told you that you are going to wear it!" He grabbed her. she looked at him with fright. "Fuck! Don't make me lose my patience! I'm your master! I taught you all you know stupid girl! You came to me to learn and you learned very well! We are losing time while you recover! All your life you used a mask! I can't allow you put my plan in risk just because suddenly you don't want wear it!"
"It's just."
"Wear the mask and shut up, It's late and we have work to do!" he released her. She rubbed her wrist, there were marks on her skin form where he had grabbed her.
"Okay." she nodded and obeyed. Her heart beat faster, she was scared.
His mobile phone rang and he went out of the room. Huntress put the mask over her head carefully, she had a gauze pad on the back of her head. She looked in the mirror and froze.
Outside the room, Jean-Paul answered the phone, "Are you? I followed all the instructions that you gave me. I convinced her that she is Selina Kyle, but I need to see you, its urgent. tomorrow? Tonight I need to train her to help her to remember her abilities. I need go, I'll see you tomorrow."
Jean-Paul returned to the room and saw Huntress with fixed on the mirror, he noticed the disturbed look on her face.
"Hey, Kyle!" he shouted but Huntress didn't move, he walked to her and grabbed her by her arm "Kyle I'm talking to you!"
"Sorry. I.I just thought I remembered seeing that image before." she said looking at the Catwoman mask.
"Yes, it was you the way you've always been! Let's go, it's late."
"Where are we going?"
"To work, you need to start again with few things before our biggest plan. I don't want that you fail."
* * *
"Barbara!" Helena followed her around the Clock Tower, she was almost seventeen and her hair was still long and in a pony tail.
"Helena Don't!" Barbara rolled her eyes.
"Why not?"
"Because you lied to me!"
"I didn't lie to you!"
Barbara stopped the chair and turned it around to face Helena. "Every time you have an opportunity, you lie to me. Why couldn't you trust me?"
Helena avoided her eyes and said in a soft voice. "I didn't lie to you."
"No? Are you sure? What about that tattoo on your lower back?" Barbara asked.
Helena blushed and looked down to her feet while she played with it. "What tattoo?"
The red head crossed her arms and raised her brow. "Turn around please"
"Barbara I didn't lie to you." Helena knew she was trapped.
"Show me your back please."
The girl didn't know what to do, she slowly turned. She had her hands laced behind her back.
"Helena." Barbara glared to her.
"What?"
"Your hands move them." she moved her index finger.
"My hands?" Helena asked innocently. She moved it and laced it in front of her. Barbara took a deep breath and waited a few seconds. The brunette didn't move.
"Helena" Barbara said softly "you have to raise you blouse as well."
"I don't have a tattoo."
Barbara moved her head and with her hand she raised her blouse, Helena quickly turned around and put her hands on her back. She found the icy glare of Barbara. They both kept silent a few seconds. Barbara felt really upset, she had been trying to be open with her but she wouldn't let her in, she always avoided her. She knew she was hurt and angry because of her mother's murder less than a year ago, but she couldn't help her if she didn't want it. Maybe more than upset she felt frustrated about not being able to help her feel better.
"And?" the red head asked finally.
Helena lowered her head.
"Why did you do that? We've been talking about this. You know that I don't like tattoo's and you promised me you wouldn't do it! What are you trying to prove Helena? That you're mad with your life and your trying to show your disobedience? Are you trying to punish the life, punishing me? Maybe you haven't noticed, but let me remind you, that at this moment I don't have many reasons to feel happy about my life. I'm trapped in this damn wheelchair and it's difficult, really difficult trying to keep going, but I need to fight, I need to fight every day not to surrender, because of me. and because of you."
Helena didn't move, she had her head down. Barbara had a good reason to be mad, she knew she was so unfair with her, but she couldn't avoid being that way, she couldn't avoid rubbing her anger off on Barbara.
"Look at me." Barbara asked with sweet voice. "Please Helena look at me." The girl raised her head and Barbara took her hand "I know that I never could be the way your mother was, but I'm trying to help you, I'm trying to give you a home, I'm trying to give you love, but your avoiding me, you refuse to let me help you. How could I help you if you don't let me in? Let me help you to not feel alone. I know what you have a lot of pain inside..."
"You don't know, you couldn't know" Helena pulled her hand and stepped back, Barbara was trying to enter dangerously near her feelings and she couldn't allow it. "you couldn't know!!!"
"Helena."
"You couldn't!!!" Helena ran to the balcony. Barbara looked after her with sadness, she lowered her head and put her elbows in her legs and covered her head with her hands. It was frustrating trying to help her, she was suffering and she couldn't avoid it. She had been trying to give her the best of her self but that didn't help the girl much.
She took a deep breath, she needed to try something else, she couldn't leave her alone, and she wasn't going to leave her alone.
***
Barbara woke up abruptly, she had been dreaming, she rubbed her eyes and watched the clock, It was four o'clock in the morning. She rested her head against the pillow and locked her gaze on the ceiling. She felt trapped in a moment from many years ago, helpless and frustrated to try and help her unsuccessfully. She didn't have an idea about what would happen to her. Maybe that was the worst, the uncertainty.
But she had never left Helena alone, and she wasn't about to do it now. She knew that she was the only person that could help her and she was going to find her, no matter how much time it would take.
* * *
Jean-Paul entered the maxim security cell, he sat in a chair. In front of him, behind the glass was a woman, blond hair, with her eyes covered. Behind him 3 policeman with rifles. A strong glass separate him from the woman.
"And?" she asked.
"She had as you said traumatic amnesia, that blow to her head was really strong. I gave her all the info that you gave me about her abilities and her mother, I convinced her she is Selina Kyle, Catwoman, her mother. She was against the idea of wearing a mask, but I just shouted a little at her." He explained in low voice.
"She could recover her memory in any moment."
"Yes, I know that the memory slowly or suddenly returns a few days later, for that reason I must hurry. With the robberies that she is doing I'm collecting enough money to start your plans as soon as you get out of here."
"When are you going to do it?"
"Now she trusts me, and she trusts in her abilities, we should do it soon."
"And after that we could finish our business with Barbara Gordon. Your father is going to be happy when he hears this."