Kelly was moving to another YDC and she went to say goodbye to Helena since
in some ways, she felt sorry for her. She knew the girl had a visitor
earlier so she waited for her near her room. She saw Helena running to her
room. She stood up and walked over to the room. She heard the sound of
crying and opened the door to the room slowly.
"Hey, what's going on?" she asked softly.
Helena quickly wiped the tears from her face and stood up. "Nothing."
"Oh good. I thought that you were still sick and that maybe you were crying because 'your head hurts'." Kelly knew how proud Helena was, so she sat in the only chair in the small room that also contained a bed and a small closet.
"No. I'm not crying." Helena sat on the edge of the bed hiding her face.
"I see. Someone came to visit you today. Maybe they were family?"
"I don't have any family. it was just Barbara."
"And who is this Barbara?" Kelly asked curiously.
"A friend." Helena mumbled. "Barbara Gordon."
"Barbara Gordon? Isn't she the commissioner's daughter? Why did you run? Didn't you like her visit?"
"It wasn't that. It's just that nobody asked me what I thought. Everybody keeps telling me what I must or must not do."
"And Barbara came here to order you to do something?" Kelly was trying hard to understand.
"No. she told me that I can live with her. That my mother gave her custody of me in her will." Helena felt confused. "I just want to go home, I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. or be with me because they have to."
"Wait a minute Helena," Kelly interrupted. "Barbara knew your mother?"
"Yes, and me too, sometimes she came over to the house and played with me or took me to the park when I was little... and she gave me gifts. She is very nice. My mom and I loved her so much."
"Helena, I'm confused. If your mother gave her custody, it's because she really trusted her. If she came here looking for you, it shows Barbara is worried about you and wanted to take you home with her."
"I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me!" Helena shouted.
"Helena. as I see it, Barbara Gordon can't walk." Kelly crossed her arms "so explain to me how a disabled person would feel sorry for a healthy girl like you? Don't be proud, this is not the time!"
Helena raised her eyebrows not knowing how to answer that question.
"I believe that it's you who is feeling sorry for herself; not Barbara." Kelly observed Helena, she was closing herself to everybody in her grief. She was only looking for excuses to keep everyone at arm's length.
"Her place isn't my home, that is her home." The brunette paced around. "She didn't ask me if I wanted go with her. She is just like the others giving me orders."
"She didn't give you an order, she came here to tell you that your mother gave her custody. I would think you would be happy to get out of here! And you just told me that you know Barbara very well and that she loves you. Do you know what I think? I think that you are afraid. Afraid to love and to let others love you." Kelly stood up and faced her.
"That's not true." Helena looked down to avoid Kelly's glare.
"She is giving you a home. I read in the newspapers that she was hurt a few months ago and now she can't walk. She can't walk, Helena" Kelly pointed out. "And here she is offering you a home. She is trying to avoid having you stay in this awful place, so awful that you hate living here. She is thinking of you instead of herself and you tell me that she feels sorry for you?? Sorry but that isn't her. I am the one who feels sorry for you!"
Helena raised her head and looked at her angrily but Kelly continued talking in hard voice: "Yes, because you are a coward and she is not. She is fighting to keep going and you are surrendering by closing the door to your room and crying like a child!"
"I'm not a child!" Helena shouted, her eyes changed and Kelly looked at them. She was scared and stepped back.
"Your eyes." Kelly mumbled taking another step back.
Helena felt ashamed and covered her face and turned her back to her. "I'm sorry..."
Kelly was surprised and didn't know what to think, she stepped back toward the door.
"I'm sorry. I'm a freak." Helena sat on the bed crying with her face covered. "I'm sorry. I'm not human."
Kelly swallowed and walked toward her, she was afraid but at the same time, she knew the girl needed care. She sat next to her and observed her sobbing. Kelly removed the girl's her hands from her face; Helena didn't lift her gaze.
"You are human honey, you feel, you love; look at me" Kelly asked in a soft voice, the girl felt ashamed "Please, look at me."
Helena slowly lifted her eyes and looked her straight in the eyes. Kelly observed her thin pupils. "Why..?" she mumbled.
"It always happens when I get mad, angry or scared.sorry, I'm a freak."
"No, you are not a freak, are beautiful Helena. Does Barbara know?"
Helena nodded. Kelly thought this wasn't a good time to ask why it happens to her. It was more important to convince the girl to leave this place. She gently took Helena's chin in her hand.
"Helena, get out of here, please don't stay. This place is destroying you. Don't close the door to your own happiness. If they discover that you are special who knows what they could do to you? You know Barbara, she knows you. What else do you want? You told me this place is hell and now you have the opportunity to escape. Do it, promise me that you will think about it?" Helena nodded, Kelly smiled. "You are scared, and that is not a sin."
"I know Barbara loves me, I wanted to run and hug her, I felt really happy to see her; but something inside stopped me, told me to refuse her, I dunno why."
"We vent our anger on the people that we love. You are doing that with Barbara, don't be fool." Kelly smiled. "Helena I need to go, the Director was angry with me and I'm moving to another Youth Detention Center."
"Because of me?" Helena looked her, Kelly was amazed at how her eyes were changing back to normal.
"No, I dont't agree with his 'metods' and I'm not going to hurt kids. These places are to help kids not to jail them. I'll be okay, but you promise me that you won't be so proud. Go with Barbara, I read many things about her when she was in Congress. Your mother trusted her, she would never have left you in the hands of someone that she didn't believe loved you."
"Thanks Kelly."
Kelly said goodbye and she stopped through the door looking her. "Have faith in your mother's choice." Helena smiled. Kelly left the girl alone in her room, thinking about herself and her feelings.
* * *
Helena sat in the back of a patrol car, she had begun to be accustomed to that. She felt a relief because she was going to live with Barbara. She will be far from the guards and the bars in windows. She knew that she loves order and was a very organized person; her mother had told her that she was very smart and an intellectual; she had never lived with an intellectual, that might be boring, but she will go far and never come back to that awful place.
The patrol car stopped in front of the Wayne Enterprises offices. The social worker opened the door and they walked to the entrance door. He helped her to step out of the car in a rude way.
"Is it necessary that you push me?" Helena said angrily to the social worker that took her to Bruce Wayne's principal office. Helena walked with problems, she carried with both hands a heavy suitcase. The man didn't answer, he opened the building door and entered.
Barbara had been wheeling around the department moving the decoration from a place form another nervous with out do anything all morning. Now she was with Alfred waiting for her was impatient in Bruce's office while she played with her fingers. Alfred smiled looking Barbara; but he couldn't deny that he was curious to meet the daughter of Bruce Wayne.
"Relax, the Director told you that she agreed amicably to come with you." Alfred said.
"I hope she understands that I love her," he said tapping her fingers on her leg. "and that I'm not trying to give her a order, but just helping her get her life back."
"Are you nervous?"
"Me? Of course not."
"I bet you are, you will be a first time mother." Alfred smiled.
"I'm not going to be a mother. I'm just her guardian." Barbara protested glaring to him.
"Yes, you are, you will take care of a girl, give your love, attention, and be responsible for her education, feeding her and dressing her. That is a mother, no?" He raised his brow.
Barbara felt disturbed and turned pale; she never thought of things in that way, she felt a knot in her stomach.
"Are you okay?" Alfred asked looking at her pale face.
"No." she mumbled. "I don't know how to be a mother, what am I going to do with her?"
"Miss Barbara, you are one of the greatest heroes in New Gotham. You have managed the worst criminals, taking care of a teenager surely will be a piece of cake for you."
The secretary called, anouncing that Helena and the social worker had arrived. She gave the instruction to let them in. Barbara looked at Alfred. "She's here, what do I do?"
"Well, you can smile at her or you can faint."
"Okay, I'll follow you" Barbara brushed her hair.
Helena was surprised looking the luxurious office. It was a very big office building, and a strange place to finish an adoption movement.
"WOW!!! So Barbara must have so much money." She exclaimed surprised.
"And you better keep your hands far from it." The social worker whispered in her ear and pushed her to walk in. "This is Bruce Wayne's building. Inside Kyle."
"I'm going, I'm going" She mumbled glaring at him and walking in, she almost stumbled with her own suitcase.
"Good afternoon miss Kyle, welcome. Let me help you." Alfred extended his hand, he looked Helena, she definitely had her mother's face but her father's eyes.
"Are you a butler?" Helena gave him the suitcase.
"Of course miss Helena."
"I told you" she looked the social worker "she has so much money." Barbara a pushed the wheels with her hands to move closer her. "Hi Helena." She greeted her smiling.
Helena looked around, she couldn't deny that it was much better being with her than with another person. "Well, this place doesn't have bars, and I'm sure he." she pointed Alfred ".couldn't run after me if I escape." The social worker pinched her arm, she jumped lightly.
"My work is finished here, miss Gordon" the social worker said "Here is the girl"
"Thanks very much." Barbara took her hand.
"It was a pleasure meet you." The social worker sighed. "I hope she doesn't give you problems." Helena blushed and looked away.
"I'm sure she won't." Barbara smiled at Helena and took her hand.
"Hey, what's going on?" she asked softly.
Helena quickly wiped the tears from her face and stood up. "Nothing."
"Oh good. I thought that you were still sick and that maybe you were crying because 'your head hurts'." Kelly knew how proud Helena was, so she sat in the only chair in the small room that also contained a bed and a small closet.
"No. I'm not crying." Helena sat on the edge of the bed hiding her face.
"I see. Someone came to visit you today. Maybe they were family?"
"I don't have any family. it was just Barbara."
"And who is this Barbara?" Kelly asked curiously.
"A friend." Helena mumbled. "Barbara Gordon."
"Barbara Gordon? Isn't she the commissioner's daughter? Why did you run? Didn't you like her visit?"
"It wasn't that. It's just that nobody asked me what I thought. Everybody keeps telling me what I must or must not do."
"And Barbara came here to order you to do something?" Kelly was trying hard to understand.
"No. she told me that I can live with her. That my mother gave her custody of me in her will." Helena felt confused. "I just want to go home, I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. or be with me because they have to."
"Wait a minute Helena," Kelly interrupted. "Barbara knew your mother?"
"Yes, and me too, sometimes she came over to the house and played with me or took me to the park when I was little... and she gave me gifts. She is very nice. My mom and I loved her so much."
"Helena, I'm confused. If your mother gave her custody, it's because she really trusted her. If she came here looking for you, it shows Barbara is worried about you and wanted to take you home with her."
"I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me!" Helena shouted.
"Helena. as I see it, Barbara Gordon can't walk." Kelly crossed her arms "so explain to me how a disabled person would feel sorry for a healthy girl like you? Don't be proud, this is not the time!"
Helena raised her eyebrows not knowing how to answer that question.
"I believe that it's you who is feeling sorry for herself; not Barbara." Kelly observed Helena, she was closing herself to everybody in her grief. She was only looking for excuses to keep everyone at arm's length.
"Her place isn't my home, that is her home." The brunette paced around. "She didn't ask me if I wanted go with her. She is just like the others giving me orders."
"She didn't give you an order, she came here to tell you that your mother gave her custody. I would think you would be happy to get out of here! And you just told me that you know Barbara very well and that she loves you. Do you know what I think? I think that you are afraid. Afraid to love and to let others love you." Kelly stood up and faced her.
"That's not true." Helena looked down to avoid Kelly's glare.
"She is giving you a home. I read in the newspapers that she was hurt a few months ago and now she can't walk. She can't walk, Helena" Kelly pointed out. "And here she is offering you a home. She is trying to avoid having you stay in this awful place, so awful that you hate living here. She is thinking of you instead of herself and you tell me that she feels sorry for you?? Sorry but that isn't her. I am the one who feels sorry for you!"
Helena raised her head and looked at her angrily but Kelly continued talking in hard voice: "Yes, because you are a coward and she is not. She is fighting to keep going and you are surrendering by closing the door to your room and crying like a child!"
"I'm not a child!" Helena shouted, her eyes changed and Kelly looked at them. She was scared and stepped back.
"Your eyes." Kelly mumbled taking another step back.
Helena felt ashamed and covered her face and turned her back to her. "I'm sorry..."
Kelly was surprised and didn't know what to think, she stepped back toward the door.
"I'm sorry. I'm a freak." Helena sat on the bed crying with her face covered. "I'm sorry. I'm not human."
Kelly swallowed and walked toward her, she was afraid but at the same time, she knew the girl needed care. She sat next to her and observed her sobbing. Kelly removed the girl's her hands from her face; Helena didn't lift her gaze.
"You are human honey, you feel, you love; look at me" Kelly asked in a soft voice, the girl felt ashamed "Please, look at me."
Helena slowly lifted her eyes and looked her straight in the eyes. Kelly observed her thin pupils. "Why..?" she mumbled.
"It always happens when I get mad, angry or scared.sorry, I'm a freak."
"No, you are not a freak, are beautiful Helena. Does Barbara know?"
Helena nodded. Kelly thought this wasn't a good time to ask why it happens to her. It was more important to convince the girl to leave this place. She gently took Helena's chin in her hand.
"Helena, get out of here, please don't stay. This place is destroying you. Don't close the door to your own happiness. If they discover that you are special who knows what they could do to you? You know Barbara, she knows you. What else do you want? You told me this place is hell and now you have the opportunity to escape. Do it, promise me that you will think about it?" Helena nodded, Kelly smiled. "You are scared, and that is not a sin."
"I know Barbara loves me, I wanted to run and hug her, I felt really happy to see her; but something inside stopped me, told me to refuse her, I dunno why."
"We vent our anger on the people that we love. You are doing that with Barbara, don't be fool." Kelly smiled. "Helena I need to go, the Director was angry with me and I'm moving to another Youth Detention Center."
"Because of me?" Helena looked her, Kelly was amazed at how her eyes were changing back to normal.
"No, I dont't agree with his 'metods' and I'm not going to hurt kids. These places are to help kids not to jail them. I'll be okay, but you promise me that you won't be so proud. Go with Barbara, I read many things about her when she was in Congress. Your mother trusted her, she would never have left you in the hands of someone that she didn't believe loved you."
"Thanks Kelly."
Kelly said goodbye and she stopped through the door looking her. "Have faith in your mother's choice." Helena smiled. Kelly left the girl alone in her room, thinking about herself and her feelings.
* * *
Helena sat in the back of a patrol car, she had begun to be accustomed to that. She felt a relief because she was going to live with Barbara. She will be far from the guards and the bars in windows. She knew that she loves order and was a very organized person; her mother had told her that she was very smart and an intellectual; she had never lived with an intellectual, that might be boring, but she will go far and never come back to that awful place.
The patrol car stopped in front of the Wayne Enterprises offices. The social worker opened the door and they walked to the entrance door. He helped her to step out of the car in a rude way.
"Is it necessary that you push me?" Helena said angrily to the social worker that took her to Bruce Wayne's principal office. Helena walked with problems, she carried with both hands a heavy suitcase. The man didn't answer, he opened the building door and entered.
Barbara had been wheeling around the department moving the decoration from a place form another nervous with out do anything all morning. Now she was with Alfred waiting for her was impatient in Bruce's office while she played with her fingers. Alfred smiled looking Barbara; but he couldn't deny that he was curious to meet the daughter of Bruce Wayne.
"Relax, the Director told you that she agreed amicably to come with you." Alfred said.
"I hope she understands that I love her," he said tapping her fingers on her leg. "and that I'm not trying to give her a order, but just helping her get her life back."
"Are you nervous?"
"Me? Of course not."
"I bet you are, you will be a first time mother." Alfred smiled.
"I'm not going to be a mother. I'm just her guardian." Barbara protested glaring to him.
"Yes, you are, you will take care of a girl, give your love, attention, and be responsible for her education, feeding her and dressing her. That is a mother, no?" He raised his brow.
Barbara felt disturbed and turned pale; she never thought of things in that way, she felt a knot in her stomach.
"Are you okay?" Alfred asked looking at her pale face.
"No." she mumbled. "I don't know how to be a mother, what am I going to do with her?"
"Miss Barbara, you are one of the greatest heroes in New Gotham. You have managed the worst criminals, taking care of a teenager surely will be a piece of cake for you."
The secretary called, anouncing that Helena and the social worker had arrived. She gave the instruction to let them in. Barbara looked at Alfred. "She's here, what do I do?"
"Well, you can smile at her or you can faint."
"Okay, I'll follow you" Barbara brushed her hair.
Helena was surprised looking the luxurious office. It was a very big office building, and a strange place to finish an adoption movement.
"WOW!!! So Barbara must have so much money." She exclaimed surprised.
"And you better keep your hands far from it." The social worker whispered in her ear and pushed her to walk in. "This is Bruce Wayne's building. Inside Kyle."
"I'm going, I'm going" She mumbled glaring at him and walking in, she almost stumbled with her own suitcase.
"Good afternoon miss Kyle, welcome. Let me help you." Alfred extended his hand, he looked Helena, she definitely had her mother's face but her father's eyes.
"Are you a butler?" Helena gave him the suitcase.
"Of course miss Helena."
"I told you" she looked the social worker "she has so much money." Barbara a pushed the wheels with her hands to move closer her. "Hi Helena." She greeted her smiling.
Helena looked around, she couldn't deny that it was much better being with her than with another person. "Well, this place doesn't have bars, and I'm sure he." she pointed Alfred ".couldn't run after me if I escape." The social worker pinched her arm, she jumped lightly.
"My work is finished here, miss Gordon" the social worker said "Here is the girl"
"Thanks very much." Barbara took her hand.
"It was a pleasure meet you." The social worker sighed. "I hope she doesn't give you problems." Helena blushed and looked away.
"I'm sure she won't." Barbara smiled at Helena and took her hand.