Endless Storm Chapter Two
PART ONE: Asking Those With Answers
Dinah and Helena walked all the way home, neither checking alleys, or speaking. They made their way to the clock-tower, and to Dinah's surprise Helena fallowed her into the Elevator. All the way up Helena was looking and Dinah, and Dinah pretended not to notice.
"So . . . are you two . . . ?" Helena asked gently, not wanting to upset the often volatile blonde. Dinah glanced at her, the back at the doors, which slowly opened..
"Does it matter?" she asked back slowly. Helena didn't respond, but Barbara' head perked up when they entered.
"Did you girls have any luck?" she asked, sounding tired herself. The brunette nodded, and Dinah kept walking the B-Line to her room.
"Josh and his goons were attacking Gabby in an Alley," she said shortly, pulling off her duster, "We took care of it, and sent her home." The door close behind her, and Barbara was left with a silent Helena and a confused expression on her face.
"Did I miss some thing?" she asked no one in particular.
"Gabby kissed her." that got the red-head's attention. Turning to look at the brunette Barbara's face was worried. "Did she tell you anything . . . ?" she asked slowly, trying to keep things off-hand and quiet.
"No, she didn't tell me anything." The former Bat-Girl said slowly. "But it's understandable. Gabby doesn't have many friends, and the ones she does are mostly guys. We both know she's Gay, and what with Dinah saving her from Josh and his friends all the time . . . well it could just be a bit of hero worship." Barbara said gently, not wanting to cause friction where there was already enough. Helena sighed and sat against the Delphi System.
"Some plan, huh?" Helena said quietly. Barbara let out a fast breath, running a hand through her hair. "Damn it." Helena mumbled to herself, kicking a chair away lightly; causing it to slide across the floor and down the ramp.
"Helena, clam down." Barbara sighed, rolling over towards the Brunette. "It's just a few more months." She gently put a hand on Helena's knee and smiled sadly up at her. "Besides, who cares if they are dating? They're seniors in high school! The longest they'll date is a few weeks. Don't worry, it won't last long." Helena looked just as annoyed. "You can't keep her from living a life she wants, Helena." She said gently. The brunette turned and looked at her accusingly.
"That's the last thing that I want!" Helena said loudly, then quieted, not wanting the blonde in the other room to hear. "It was your idea to wait until she turned eighteen to tell her . . . now look what happened." Her eyes suddenly flashed to Huntress, but turned back just as quickly with a shake of her head. She sighed and walked over to the couch, throwing herself on it dramatically. "Why did this have to happen?" she mumbled into the cushions.
"Helena, stop it." She said firmly, but with caring, "It's not the end of the world!" she said, holding in a laugh at how often Helena could act like a teen-ager. "You'll just have to wait, like I told you to anyways."
"I don't want to wait." She said stiffly, sitting up. "I can't just let her walk away, let this girl have her when I haven't even told her how I feel about her." Helena was pissed, and Oracle could tell. I swear, Barbara thought; with the way that Dinah is mature above her years, and the way Helena acts like a kid, they should be a perfect fit. "I have to tell her now, Babs. I won't let this just sneak by me. I won't let her go without a fight!"
"What are you going to do?" Barbara asked her rationally, "Beat the crap out of Gabby? Yeah, Dinah'll love you if you do that." She commented dryly.
"Very funny Red," Helena said seriously, "I meant metaphorically for once." Helan punched a pillow so hard that it popped, spraying the floor and couch with feathers. The brunette suddenly looked sheepish, and Barbara just glared.
"If you feel like beating something up, can you just use the punching bag next time?" she asked sounding exhausted. Helena glared for a secong until her face lit up slightly.
"That's it!" she said quickly. "Barbara, tell Dinah she has to do some training with me tomorrow up in the work-out room. Tomorrow in the morning. I'll talk to her then. At least find out if Gabby's a real threat, and then if she is then . . . I guess I'll have to tell her." the Huntress looked suddenly nervous. Barbara smiled, and nodded.
"Are you sure?" she asked slowly. The brunette nodded, pale as she was. "You hate being up early, and you weren't expecting to tell her for three more months?" she said, almost as thought it was a last warning.
"I have to Babs." She said firmly, "I've let to many people slip through my fingers, I won't just sit back and watch as she walks off when I could have stopped it." She ran a hand through her hair and got up slowly. Taking a deep breath she looked hard at her mentor. "I have to." She slowly walked to the elevator, and gave a last nod as a good- night. Barbara wheeled into her room and started getting ready for bed.
"Yes, another wonderful night in Hormones Headquarters."
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PART TWO : Violent Confessions
The next morning Dinah woke to the smell of eggs and bacon for breakfast. Getting to the kitchen slowly she made herself some Tea and found a small note on top of her covered plate of breakfast.
"Ms. Dinah," she read aloud, "Ms. Barbara has asked me to inform you that you are to meet Ms. Helena in the work-out-room room for some training. She could not join you for breakfast due to a pressing engagement with a Mr. Wade." The blonde chuckled, "Best wishes, Alfred." Drinking her tea and eating a bit of the nice warm food, Dinah made her way to the top floor. There, already stretching, was Helena. The blonde never knew she'd seen the light of day before. Well, at least not of the Early-Morning-Sun variety.
"Morning Kid." She said happily. Dinah grumbled about being called a kid, and started stretching too. After a few minutes they were sparring, mats all over the floor. Helena loved this. She'd always loved fighting; it touched a part of her self that was primal and deeply hidden inside of her. She loved doing it with Dinah even more. For some reason just touching the blonde always felt passionate, and when they were touching so aggressively, well . . . it seemed a lot like a ballet version of sex between the two.
The grabbing, tossing and flipping, it just seemed like a dance, so intimate and freeing. It was fast and rough, the way Helena was with most people, but for some reason she always tried to be as delicate as possible with the girl. She knew that the blonde was always so incredibly focused when fighting, she had a great mind for the battle, and just knowing that the girl was that focused on her when they sparred, it made her feel special. It made her want to see what else could get her that focused.
"Good." Helena said, stopping a would-be-disabling blow from the blonde. "Lets move on to the Sticks." She said, walking over to the case and pulling out three fighting sticks. Tossing one to the blonde she tucked the other two into the waist band of her sweatpants. Pulling the chain, the punching bag lowered it's self from the ceiling. Helena held it while the younger girl started wailing on it. She did pretty well, she was getting to be down-right deadly with those sticks. Huntress couldn't help but notice how sensually she moved, like everything was a single flowing stroke. Spinning and twisting, the blonde was really captivating.
"So, Uh, Dinah . . ." Helena said slowly, grunting after a particularly hard kick from the blonde against the bag. "What was up with Gabby last night?" she said, not looking her in the eyes, "Does she do that a lot, or was that something new?" Dinah re-collapsed the stick, and glared at the brunette. Looking up Helena saw that the younger girl wasn't happy.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked, almost coldly.
"I was just wondering." Helena said, a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness.
"Why?" she asked shortly. Helena shrugged, pulling the two sticks out of her waistband and extending them with a quick flick of her wrists.
"I dunno, just curious." She started attacking the blonde with out a warning, but she was ready. She defended every attack from the brunette. She ducked and jumped over blows that could have left rather painful bruises and welts. She was becoming confident but not cocky, which is better than how Helena acted sometimes.
"Why all this sudden curiosity?" she asked in-between pants and strikes. Helena, breathing fast, had trouble keeping her mind on much else besides the fight; fumbled with her words.
"I dunno," she said quickly, "I just figured we were close." she said, sending a quick swing towards Dinah's head, "I thought you would have told me if you have a new someone in your life." She grunted and Dinah caught one of Helena's sticks in each hand in the flash of and eye. The blonde looked surprised, which probably was no match for the shock that the brunette knew must me marring her brow.
"That's why your asking?" the blonde questioned slowly, "Because you felt out-of-the-loop?" she sounded skeptical. Helena blushed and nodded. Dinah took the sticks from Helena and disabled them, tossing all three towards the case. She slowly walked towards the bench where she sat down and started drinking her water. Helena glided over, straddling the bench, looking at Dinah expectantly. The blonde looked at her and sighed.
"I don't know." She said slowly. Helena was confused now; she didn't know if they kissed a lot? Seems like that would be something the girl would remember. Dinah must have seen the look and her brow furrowed. "I haven't had a lot of time to think about it, you know? I've never even thought of dating Gabby before last night . . . it just never occurred to me. I mean, I knew she was Gay, and I'm fine with that, but . . ." she trailed off, seemingly lost in thought.
"You're not into girls?" Helena asked slowly, fearing the worst. Dinah looked at her through the corner of her eyes and pulled what could almost be called puppy-dog-eyes.
"You promise not to freak out?" Helena nodded slowly, fear still gripping her chest, "I kinda . . .am." there was an internal calibration inside Helena when those words left the girl's lips, but she made sure not to let it show. "It's not most girls, just a few. And I still really like guys . . . I dunno. Maybe it's just a phase, and I'll grow out of it. But I was never attracted to Gabby before, and I don't want to hurt her. I mean, it's hard enough to have to tell your best friend that you're not into her." the blonde sighed and wiped her forehead with a towel.
"I wish I could just play it off to not liking girls, but I can't lie to her. I do like girls, just not Gabby . . ." she sighed sadly and looked back at the brunette, expecting her to be shocked and angry. What she found instead was s small smile in the place of her expected scowl.
"I think it's a Meta thing." She said slowly. "Most Meta woman I've met have been Bisexual. But that could be because they're so eager for the world not to discriminate against them on the pretext of DNA that they've learned not to exclude due to gender." Dinah's eyes widened slightly. "Even Gibson; he dated a guy I set him up with shortly out of high-school. It's not unusual in the Meta-verse. I'd bet half the people down in No Man's Land are sexually accepting."
"Really?" she asked, almost shocked. "Have you ever . . . ?" She blonde ventured slowly.
"Ever what, Slept with a woman?" she asked, needing to know what she was asking.
"Been attracted to another girl." Dinah said slowly. Helena almost chuckled and nodded. The blonde blushed, and looked down at her towel. "I've never told anyone about this before. I've never even said any of that out-loud . . . wrote it down." She seemed slightly shocked. "I dunno, now that I have . . ." she sounded suddenly blue. "I dunno. I guess it just makes it all so final."
"It's not like you have to live like that now that you've said it," Helena said, laughing slightly, "You said you're still attracted to guys, right?"
"Yeah, but . . . what if I want to?" she asked slowly, "What if I meet an amazing woman, and we fall in love, and I want to live the rest of my life with her?" she asked, sounding so sad and serious that it almost broke Helena' heart to hear it, "What if the one person I could love for the rest of my life is a woman, and I'm so afraid of what that means that I run away from it? I don't want that to happen, Hel." She said so quietly, it was almost a whisper, "I don't want to be afraid." she sounded almost tearful, and Helena reached forward and hugged her.
"I know Kid," she said gently, "It isn't fair. We shouldn't have to hide." She said gently. Gently stoking her hair, she was hugged by the blonde in return. Taking a deep breath of relief, Helena calmed slightly. Most of her questions and fears were quieted for now, and for that she was glad. By the sound of it she had a chance, and she wasn't attracted to Gabby. Pulling away, Dinah wiped her eye, and sniffled slightly.
"Sorry about that." She said, voice a little horse, "It's just a little overwhelming." Helena smiled and patted her back gently.
"Well, if you ever want to talk or have any questions, you can come talk to me, okay?" Dinah nodded, and Helena got a sudden idea as Dinah started walking towards the door. "Hey D!" she called quickly, "What girls *do* you like?" she asked playfully. Dinah blushed and looked down at her feet.
"Angelina Jolie." she mumbled. Helena chuckled and smiled widely.
"Yeah, you and the rest of the world." Dinah scowled, though she couldn't help the smile that broke through it, throwing her towel at the Brunette.
After putting the sticks away and raising the Heavy-Bag again, Helena walked out of the Work-Out-Room. Walking down the ramp she caught Dinah just walking into her room, Pop-Tart in hand. Smiling at the blonde's good idea, she grabbed one for herself before heading down the rest of the ramp.
"Any luck?" Barbara asked her, typing away at the computer.
"Yeah, got what I was looking for." Barbara looked at the girl over the rim of her glasses and caught her smile.
"I take it you didn't have to tell her?" she said, a laugh just under the surface. Helena nodded, and hopped up on the desk next to the red- head.
"Yup, she and I had a nice long talk." She said happily. Barbara flinched internally. She couldn't help being jealous of the blonde at times. Helena used to confide in her, but ever since the younger girl had moved in the Huntress had taken a shining to her. Barbara guessed it was the age difference . . . or possibly the fact that Helena was totally infatuated with the blonde. But she didn't mind. As long as they each had some one to talk to. And she'd always had Alfred, so there was no worry about her not having someone to talk to privately.
"What did she say?" she prompted, and the brunette had a slight smirk on her face. " . . . What?" she said slowly.
"She's not into Gabby, but she is into girls . . . that's promising." She said happily, hopping off the desks again. "Not to mention the fact that she's getting to be quite lethal with the fighting sticks!" Helena said, almost as though afraid. Barbara laughed, remembering the first time she'd used them with Dinah. The poor girl had done fencing and tried to use them like a sward. Seems like she'd finally started mastering her skills.
"So, you going to wait to tell her then?" Barbara gently ventured. Helena nodded, looking down at her feet.
"Yeah, I think that'll be best. Unless something comes up again." She sighed, looking around, and then back at the red-head. "Tell the Kid that I'll be back to pick her up for a sweep at ten?" she asked. Oracle nodded and watched the young woman walk towards the elevator.
As Helena hopped on her motorcycle and headed back to her apartment she couldn't help but think of how much she'd changed since Dinah had arrived in New Gotham. She'd really added something to the Tower that both the woman needed. For Barbara a New focus and a new Hero to train, and for Helena . . . well, now all that would tell would be time.
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TO BE CONTINUED . . .
The Squibler Strikes Again!!! Squibly~Spittman
PART ONE: Asking Those With Answers
Dinah and Helena walked all the way home, neither checking alleys, or speaking. They made their way to the clock-tower, and to Dinah's surprise Helena fallowed her into the Elevator. All the way up Helena was looking and Dinah, and Dinah pretended not to notice.
"So . . . are you two . . . ?" Helena asked gently, not wanting to upset the often volatile blonde. Dinah glanced at her, the back at the doors, which slowly opened..
"Does it matter?" she asked back slowly. Helena didn't respond, but Barbara' head perked up when they entered.
"Did you girls have any luck?" she asked, sounding tired herself. The brunette nodded, and Dinah kept walking the B-Line to her room.
"Josh and his goons were attacking Gabby in an Alley," she said shortly, pulling off her duster, "We took care of it, and sent her home." The door close behind her, and Barbara was left with a silent Helena and a confused expression on her face.
"Did I miss some thing?" she asked no one in particular.
"Gabby kissed her." that got the red-head's attention. Turning to look at the brunette Barbara's face was worried. "Did she tell you anything . . . ?" she asked slowly, trying to keep things off-hand and quiet.
"No, she didn't tell me anything." The former Bat-Girl said slowly. "But it's understandable. Gabby doesn't have many friends, and the ones she does are mostly guys. We both know she's Gay, and what with Dinah saving her from Josh and his friends all the time . . . well it could just be a bit of hero worship." Barbara said gently, not wanting to cause friction where there was already enough. Helena sighed and sat against the Delphi System.
"Some plan, huh?" Helena said quietly. Barbara let out a fast breath, running a hand through her hair. "Damn it." Helena mumbled to herself, kicking a chair away lightly; causing it to slide across the floor and down the ramp.
"Helena, clam down." Barbara sighed, rolling over towards the Brunette. "It's just a few more months." She gently put a hand on Helena's knee and smiled sadly up at her. "Besides, who cares if they are dating? They're seniors in high school! The longest they'll date is a few weeks. Don't worry, it won't last long." Helena looked just as annoyed. "You can't keep her from living a life she wants, Helena." She said gently. The brunette turned and looked at her accusingly.
"That's the last thing that I want!" Helena said loudly, then quieted, not wanting the blonde in the other room to hear. "It was your idea to wait until she turned eighteen to tell her . . . now look what happened." Her eyes suddenly flashed to Huntress, but turned back just as quickly with a shake of her head. She sighed and walked over to the couch, throwing herself on it dramatically. "Why did this have to happen?" she mumbled into the cushions.
"Helena, stop it." She said firmly, but with caring, "It's not the end of the world!" she said, holding in a laugh at how often Helena could act like a teen-ager. "You'll just have to wait, like I told you to anyways."
"I don't want to wait." She said stiffly, sitting up. "I can't just let her walk away, let this girl have her when I haven't even told her how I feel about her." Helena was pissed, and Oracle could tell. I swear, Barbara thought; with the way that Dinah is mature above her years, and the way Helena acts like a kid, they should be a perfect fit. "I have to tell her now, Babs. I won't let this just sneak by me. I won't let her go without a fight!"
"What are you going to do?" Barbara asked her rationally, "Beat the crap out of Gabby? Yeah, Dinah'll love you if you do that." She commented dryly.
"Very funny Red," Helena said seriously, "I meant metaphorically for once." Helan punched a pillow so hard that it popped, spraying the floor and couch with feathers. The brunette suddenly looked sheepish, and Barbara just glared.
"If you feel like beating something up, can you just use the punching bag next time?" she asked sounding exhausted. Helena glared for a secong until her face lit up slightly.
"That's it!" she said quickly. "Barbara, tell Dinah she has to do some training with me tomorrow up in the work-out room. Tomorrow in the morning. I'll talk to her then. At least find out if Gabby's a real threat, and then if she is then . . . I guess I'll have to tell her." the Huntress looked suddenly nervous. Barbara smiled, and nodded.
"Are you sure?" she asked slowly. The brunette nodded, pale as she was. "You hate being up early, and you weren't expecting to tell her for three more months?" she said, almost as thought it was a last warning.
"I have to Babs." She said firmly, "I've let to many people slip through my fingers, I won't just sit back and watch as she walks off when I could have stopped it." She ran a hand through her hair and got up slowly. Taking a deep breath she looked hard at her mentor. "I have to." She slowly walked to the elevator, and gave a last nod as a good- night. Barbara wheeled into her room and started getting ready for bed.
"Yes, another wonderful night in Hormones Headquarters."
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PART TWO : Violent Confessions
The next morning Dinah woke to the smell of eggs and bacon for breakfast. Getting to the kitchen slowly she made herself some Tea and found a small note on top of her covered plate of breakfast.
"Ms. Dinah," she read aloud, "Ms. Barbara has asked me to inform you that you are to meet Ms. Helena in the work-out-room room for some training. She could not join you for breakfast due to a pressing engagement with a Mr. Wade." The blonde chuckled, "Best wishes, Alfred." Drinking her tea and eating a bit of the nice warm food, Dinah made her way to the top floor. There, already stretching, was Helena. The blonde never knew she'd seen the light of day before. Well, at least not of the Early-Morning-Sun variety.
"Morning Kid." She said happily. Dinah grumbled about being called a kid, and started stretching too. After a few minutes they were sparring, mats all over the floor. Helena loved this. She'd always loved fighting; it touched a part of her self that was primal and deeply hidden inside of her. She loved doing it with Dinah even more. For some reason just touching the blonde always felt passionate, and when they were touching so aggressively, well . . . it seemed a lot like a ballet version of sex between the two.
The grabbing, tossing and flipping, it just seemed like a dance, so intimate and freeing. It was fast and rough, the way Helena was with most people, but for some reason she always tried to be as delicate as possible with the girl. She knew that the blonde was always so incredibly focused when fighting, she had a great mind for the battle, and just knowing that the girl was that focused on her when they sparred, it made her feel special. It made her want to see what else could get her that focused.
"Good." Helena said, stopping a would-be-disabling blow from the blonde. "Lets move on to the Sticks." She said, walking over to the case and pulling out three fighting sticks. Tossing one to the blonde she tucked the other two into the waist band of her sweatpants. Pulling the chain, the punching bag lowered it's self from the ceiling. Helena held it while the younger girl started wailing on it. She did pretty well, she was getting to be down-right deadly with those sticks. Huntress couldn't help but notice how sensually she moved, like everything was a single flowing stroke. Spinning and twisting, the blonde was really captivating.
"So, Uh, Dinah . . ." Helena said slowly, grunting after a particularly hard kick from the blonde against the bag. "What was up with Gabby last night?" she said, not looking her in the eyes, "Does she do that a lot, or was that something new?" Dinah re-collapsed the stick, and glared at the brunette. Looking up Helena saw that the younger girl wasn't happy.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked, almost coldly.
"I was just wondering." Helena said, a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness.
"Why?" she asked shortly. Helena shrugged, pulling the two sticks out of her waistband and extending them with a quick flick of her wrists.
"I dunno, just curious." She started attacking the blonde with out a warning, but she was ready. She defended every attack from the brunette. She ducked and jumped over blows that could have left rather painful bruises and welts. She was becoming confident but not cocky, which is better than how Helena acted sometimes.
"Why all this sudden curiosity?" she asked in-between pants and strikes. Helena, breathing fast, had trouble keeping her mind on much else besides the fight; fumbled with her words.
"I dunno," she said quickly, "I just figured we were close." she said, sending a quick swing towards Dinah's head, "I thought you would have told me if you have a new someone in your life." She grunted and Dinah caught one of Helena's sticks in each hand in the flash of and eye. The blonde looked surprised, which probably was no match for the shock that the brunette knew must me marring her brow.
"That's why your asking?" the blonde questioned slowly, "Because you felt out-of-the-loop?" she sounded skeptical. Helena blushed and nodded. Dinah took the sticks from Helena and disabled them, tossing all three towards the case. She slowly walked towards the bench where she sat down and started drinking her water. Helena glided over, straddling the bench, looking at Dinah expectantly. The blonde looked at her and sighed.
"I don't know." She said slowly. Helena was confused now; she didn't know if they kissed a lot? Seems like that would be something the girl would remember. Dinah must have seen the look and her brow furrowed. "I haven't had a lot of time to think about it, you know? I've never even thought of dating Gabby before last night . . . it just never occurred to me. I mean, I knew she was Gay, and I'm fine with that, but . . ." she trailed off, seemingly lost in thought.
"You're not into girls?" Helena asked slowly, fearing the worst. Dinah looked at her through the corner of her eyes and pulled what could almost be called puppy-dog-eyes.
"You promise not to freak out?" Helena nodded slowly, fear still gripping her chest, "I kinda . . .am." there was an internal calibration inside Helena when those words left the girl's lips, but she made sure not to let it show. "It's not most girls, just a few. And I still really like guys . . . I dunno. Maybe it's just a phase, and I'll grow out of it. But I was never attracted to Gabby before, and I don't want to hurt her. I mean, it's hard enough to have to tell your best friend that you're not into her." the blonde sighed and wiped her forehead with a towel.
"I wish I could just play it off to not liking girls, but I can't lie to her. I do like girls, just not Gabby . . ." she sighed sadly and looked back at the brunette, expecting her to be shocked and angry. What she found instead was s small smile in the place of her expected scowl.
"I think it's a Meta thing." She said slowly. "Most Meta woman I've met have been Bisexual. But that could be because they're so eager for the world not to discriminate against them on the pretext of DNA that they've learned not to exclude due to gender." Dinah's eyes widened slightly. "Even Gibson; he dated a guy I set him up with shortly out of high-school. It's not unusual in the Meta-verse. I'd bet half the people down in No Man's Land are sexually accepting."
"Really?" she asked, almost shocked. "Have you ever . . . ?" She blonde ventured slowly.
"Ever what, Slept with a woman?" she asked, needing to know what she was asking.
"Been attracted to another girl." Dinah said slowly. Helena almost chuckled and nodded. The blonde blushed, and looked down at her towel. "I've never told anyone about this before. I've never even said any of that out-loud . . . wrote it down." She seemed slightly shocked. "I dunno, now that I have . . ." she sounded suddenly blue. "I dunno. I guess it just makes it all so final."
"It's not like you have to live like that now that you've said it," Helena said, laughing slightly, "You said you're still attracted to guys, right?"
"Yeah, but . . . what if I want to?" she asked slowly, "What if I meet an amazing woman, and we fall in love, and I want to live the rest of my life with her?" she asked, sounding so sad and serious that it almost broke Helena' heart to hear it, "What if the one person I could love for the rest of my life is a woman, and I'm so afraid of what that means that I run away from it? I don't want that to happen, Hel." She said so quietly, it was almost a whisper, "I don't want to be afraid." she sounded almost tearful, and Helena reached forward and hugged her.
"I know Kid," she said gently, "It isn't fair. We shouldn't have to hide." She said gently. Gently stoking her hair, she was hugged by the blonde in return. Taking a deep breath of relief, Helena calmed slightly. Most of her questions and fears were quieted for now, and for that she was glad. By the sound of it she had a chance, and she wasn't attracted to Gabby. Pulling away, Dinah wiped her eye, and sniffled slightly.
"Sorry about that." She said, voice a little horse, "It's just a little overwhelming." Helena smiled and patted her back gently.
"Well, if you ever want to talk or have any questions, you can come talk to me, okay?" Dinah nodded, and Helena got a sudden idea as Dinah started walking towards the door. "Hey D!" she called quickly, "What girls *do* you like?" she asked playfully. Dinah blushed and looked down at her feet.
"Angelina Jolie." she mumbled. Helena chuckled and smiled widely.
"Yeah, you and the rest of the world." Dinah scowled, though she couldn't help the smile that broke through it, throwing her towel at the Brunette.
After putting the sticks away and raising the Heavy-Bag again, Helena walked out of the Work-Out-Room. Walking down the ramp she caught Dinah just walking into her room, Pop-Tart in hand. Smiling at the blonde's good idea, she grabbed one for herself before heading down the rest of the ramp.
"Any luck?" Barbara asked her, typing away at the computer.
"Yeah, got what I was looking for." Barbara looked at the girl over the rim of her glasses and caught her smile.
"I take it you didn't have to tell her?" she said, a laugh just under the surface. Helena nodded, and hopped up on the desk next to the red- head.
"Yup, she and I had a nice long talk." She said happily. Barbara flinched internally. She couldn't help being jealous of the blonde at times. Helena used to confide in her, but ever since the younger girl had moved in the Huntress had taken a shining to her. Barbara guessed it was the age difference . . . or possibly the fact that Helena was totally infatuated with the blonde. But she didn't mind. As long as they each had some one to talk to. And she'd always had Alfred, so there was no worry about her not having someone to talk to privately.
"What did she say?" she prompted, and the brunette had a slight smirk on her face. " . . . What?" she said slowly.
"She's not into Gabby, but she is into girls . . . that's promising." She said happily, hopping off the desks again. "Not to mention the fact that she's getting to be quite lethal with the fighting sticks!" Helena said, almost as though afraid. Barbara laughed, remembering the first time she'd used them with Dinah. The poor girl had done fencing and tried to use them like a sward. Seems like she'd finally started mastering her skills.
"So, you going to wait to tell her then?" Barbara gently ventured. Helena nodded, looking down at her feet.
"Yeah, I think that'll be best. Unless something comes up again." She sighed, looking around, and then back at the red-head. "Tell the Kid that I'll be back to pick her up for a sweep at ten?" she asked. Oracle nodded and watched the young woman walk towards the elevator.
As Helena hopped on her motorcycle and headed back to her apartment she couldn't help but think of how much she'd changed since Dinah had arrived in New Gotham. She'd really added something to the Tower that both the woman needed. For Barbara a New focus and a new Hero to train, and for Helena . . . well, now all that would tell would be time.
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TO BE CONTINUED . . .
The Squibler Strikes Again!!! Squibly~Spittman