The first year living with Helena wasn't easy. The teen had so much anger
inside of her that Barbara was having a hard time trying to manage it.
Helena easily would choose the wrong way, the simpler route so she needed
be one step in front of her. But now when she talked with Helena she would
still occasionally hide things but not as she did in the past. They became
friends.
Barbara had gotten a job at the high school as an English teacher. She liked working with young people and she could be near the kid just in case. In her free time she started to work on a better wheelchair, an electric one; the manual didn't give her enough movement, she needed a more responsive chair.
That Saturday night Barbara went to bed early. Helena couldn't sleep so around midnight she got up to prepare a sandwich and a glass of milk. She was wearing an old baseball shirt of Barbara's as pyjamas. Barbara had tossed it out in the trash and she had picked it up because it was soft and long. She sat down to watch TV until she felt sleepy and bored. She walked in front of Barbara's bedroom and she heard sobbing. She stopped and put her ear to the door. Slowly she opened it; the room was dark, but that wasn't a matter for her eyes.
Barbara was in the middle of her worse nightmare, the Joker was following her and since she couldn't walk to escape she had to resort to dragging herself. The Joker laughed circling her with a gun in his hand.
"Barbara?" Helena called to her in a low voice, but the redhead didn't respond. Helena walked in and saw her moving restlessly in the bed.
The Joker was laughing insanely; Barbara tried to escape even though she knew it was impossible. He suddenly was all over her circling her throat with his hands squeezing strongly. She tried to break his grip in a vain attempt to escape.
"Barbara, are you okay?" Helena saw that her friend was sweating and moved her head side to side. She knew something was wrong. She stood next the bed and leaned over her. The redhead reacted violently when she felt the hand of Helena touching her. Helena didn't see it coming; she just felt a hard blow to her face that made her see stars. She stepped back, stumbled over the wheel chair, and fell on the floor with a loud thud. Barbara woke up abruptly with the noise; she turned on the light, and saw the girl lying stunned on the floor.
"Helena!" Barbara exclaimed, and putting her hands on the floor, she got down off the bed and dragged herself toward the girl. "Helena, are you okay?" She noticed the kid was semi conscious; a light train of blood was trickling from her nose. She went to her night table and took out a bottle alcohol, wetted a scarf, and waved it under Helena's nose to help bring her to. The girl slowly came to protesting when Barbara held her gently against the floor.
"Let me see okay?" Barbara asked and examined a small cut over the bridge of her nose. Barbara cleaned her nostrils. "Helena, please don't move. I'm so sorry that I hit you, I was in the middle of a nightmare."
"Did you have an iron in your hand?" Helena mumbled.
"You need some ice . Oh, sorry, tomorrow you are going to have a lovely black eye. What are you doing here?"
"I heard you crying and I stepped in, Wow. You are so strong. Now I believe that you were Batgirl." Helena was really surprised of the strength of Barbara; she never imagined it. She took the scarf and put it under her nostrils.
"Can you stand up?" Barbara felt ashamed; she had hit her too hard.
"Give me a second." Helena felt slightly dizzy "Remind me never to make you mad."
"I'll go to the kitchen for some ice." Barbara took hold of the wheelchair and lifted herself up with great agility.
A few minutes later, Helena was lying on Barbara's bed with her head back. Barbara entered with a bag with ice and wheeled next to her. She took her hand off of her nose.
"The bleeding stopped. Put this over your nose," she said, giving her the ice bag.
The girl obeyed and said, "I can't imagine you and my mom in a battle; that must have been a very painful fight."
"Just a little," Barbara laughed. "Your mom hits very hard and she once broke my nose."
"So this was revenge." Helena joked.
"Of course not. I got in a few good blows of my own."
"Don't make me hate you."
"My best revenge was once when I gave her a cold bath in the river." Barbara took off the ice bag of her nose and put a piece of tape over the cut.
"Ouch. you were so evil with her, Barbara"
"Not too much, just a bit. Ready, now let's go to sleep."
"May I sleep here?" Helena asked.
"No, tomorrow is Sunday. You love waking up early, especially this day of the week, and turn ing on TV. Young lady, not in my room. I want to sleep late," Barbara pointed out to her.
"Oh, come on Barbara your TV is better than the one in the living room."
"I said no."
"I'm going to be bored." Helena muttered.
"Yes, and you want have fun with me, no, forget it." Barbara smiled at her.
"Barbara!!" Helena pleaded.
"No."
Helena looked at her with puppy eyes.
"Don't do that!" Barbara pointed at her.
"Please?"
"Oh God! Helena!"
* * *
Gibson was sleeping soundly when he heard some knocks on his window. He woke up and looked at his watch, it was 9:30 Sunday morning. He drowsily stood up and walked to it. He moved the curtain and found Helena there so he opened the window. "What are you doing here?" He looked down while Helena walked in. "I'm bored. Let's go to the movies." She said. "Helena are almost three floors." He pointed down and Helena looked down. "I know; let's go." Helena smiled at him. "Barbara gave me money and permission to be at the movies all morning-I blackmailed her. The tickets are 2X1."
"Why didn't Barbara go with you?" Gibson asked rubbing his eyes. "She doesn't like to wake up early on Sundays." Helena jumped on the bed and hugged a pillow "She gave me permission to go; it was easy to convince her. She tells me often enough that I'm almost a pain in the ass." "And that is my fault?" "Well, you are my friend and friends must stick together in good and bad times." "Yes, and Sunday morning is a really bad time... hey what happened to you?" Gibson noticed the black eye and the cut over her nose.
"I fell last night and hit in the kitchen table. Come on Gibson!" Helena tried to hurry him up.
Gibson took out some clean clothes to take a bath. "Okay, I'll go, I'll go, just just ring the doorbell the next time; you will break your neck one day jumping like a rabbit on buildings." "Okay... but your mother would be mad if I rang so early and kill me." "That's the idea." Gibson smiled, entering the bathroom. "Now she is traveling with my dad; you are lucky." Gibson was out thirty minutes later. "Ready Helena?" he said, but the girl didn't respond. He looked around, finding Helena sound asleep on his mattress. "Hey Helena, let's go." Helena didn't move; she was out cold. "Great!" he exclaimed and rolled his eyes, when she fell asleep no one could wake up her. He rested on the other side of the bed and took back his pillow. "Just don't kick, all right?" he said. Helena grumbled and turned to the other side covering herself with the blankets.
Barbara had gotten a job at the high school as an English teacher. She liked working with young people and she could be near the kid just in case. In her free time she started to work on a better wheelchair, an electric one; the manual didn't give her enough movement, she needed a more responsive chair.
That Saturday night Barbara went to bed early. Helena couldn't sleep so around midnight she got up to prepare a sandwich and a glass of milk. She was wearing an old baseball shirt of Barbara's as pyjamas. Barbara had tossed it out in the trash and she had picked it up because it was soft and long. She sat down to watch TV until she felt sleepy and bored. She walked in front of Barbara's bedroom and she heard sobbing. She stopped and put her ear to the door. Slowly she opened it; the room was dark, but that wasn't a matter for her eyes.
Barbara was in the middle of her worse nightmare, the Joker was following her and since she couldn't walk to escape she had to resort to dragging herself. The Joker laughed circling her with a gun in his hand.
"Barbara?" Helena called to her in a low voice, but the redhead didn't respond. Helena walked in and saw her moving restlessly in the bed.
The Joker was laughing insanely; Barbara tried to escape even though she knew it was impossible. He suddenly was all over her circling her throat with his hands squeezing strongly. She tried to break his grip in a vain attempt to escape.
"Barbara, are you okay?" Helena saw that her friend was sweating and moved her head side to side. She knew something was wrong. She stood next the bed and leaned over her. The redhead reacted violently when she felt the hand of Helena touching her. Helena didn't see it coming; she just felt a hard blow to her face that made her see stars. She stepped back, stumbled over the wheel chair, and fell on the floor with a loud thud. Barbara woke up abruptly with the noise; she turned on the light, and saw the girl lying stunned on the floor.
"Helena!" Barbara exclaimed, and putting her hands on the floor, she got down off the bed and dragged herself toward the girl. "Helena, are you okay?" She noticed the kid was semi conscious; a light train of blood was trickling from her nose. She went to her night table and took out a bottle alcohol, wetted a scarf, and waved it under Helena's nose to help bring her to. The girl slowly came to protesting when Barbara held her gently against the floor.
"Let me see okay?" Barbara asked and examined a small cut over the bridge of her nose. Barbara cleaned her nostrils. "Helena, please don't move. I'm so sorry that I hit you, I was in the middle of a nightmare."
"Did you have an iron in your hand?" Helena mumbled.
"You need some ice . Oh, sorry, tomorrow you are going to have a lovely black eye. What are you doing here?"
"I heard you crying and I stepped in, Wow. You are so strong. Now I believe that you were Batgirl." Helena was really surprised of the strength of Barbara; she never imagined it. She took the scarf and put it under her nostrils.
"Can you stand up?" Barbara felt ashamed; she had hit her too hard.
"Give me a second." Helena felt slightly dizzy "Remind me never to make you mad."
"I'll go to the kitchen for some ice." Barbara took hold of the wheelchair and lifted herself up with great agility.
A few minutes later, Helena was lying on Barbara's bed with her head back. Barbara entered with a bag with ice and wheeled next to her. She took her hand off of her nose.
"The bleeding stopped. Put this over your nose," she said, giving her the ice bag.
The girl obeyed and said, "I can't imagine you and my mom in a battle; that must have been a very painful fight."
"Just a little," Barbara laughed. "Your mom hits very hard and she once broke my nose."
"So this was revenge." Helena joked.
"Of course not. I got in a few good blows of my own."
"Don't make me hate you."
"My best revenge was once when I gave her a cold bath in the river." Barbara took off the ice bag of her nose and put a piece of tape over the cut.
"Ouch. you were so evil with her, Barbara"
"Not too much, just a bit. Ready, now let's go to sleep."
"May I sleep here?" Helena asked.
"No, tomorrow is Sunday. You love waking up early, especially this day of the week, and turn ing on TV. Young lady, not in my room. I want to sleep late," Barbara pointed out to her.
"Oh, come on Barbara your TV is better than the one in the living room."
"I said no."
"I'm going to be bored." Helena muttered.
"Yes, and you want have fun with me, no, forget it." Barbara smiled at her.
"Barbara!!" Helena pleaded.
"No."
Helena looked at her with puppy eyes.
"Don't do that!" Barbara pointed at her.
"Please?"
"Oh God! Helena!"
* * *
Gibson was sleeping soundly when he heard some knocks on his window. He woke up and looked at his watch, it was 9:30 Sunday morning. He drowsily stood up and walked to it. He moved the curtain and found Helena there so he opened the window. "What are you doing here?" He looked down while Helena walked in. "I'm bored. Let's go to the movies." She said. "Helena are almost three floors." He pointed down and Helena looked down. "I know; let's go." Helena smiled at him. "Barbara gave me money and permission to be at the movies all morning-I blackmailed her. The tickets are 2X1."
"Why didn't Barbara go with you?" Gibson asked rubbing his eyes. "She doesn't like to wake up early on Sundays." Helena jumped on the bed and hugged a pillow "She gave me permission to go; it was easy to convince her. She tells me often enough that I'm almost a pain in the ass." "And that is my fault?" "Well, you are my friend and friends must stick together in good and bad times." "Yes, and Sunday morning is a really bad time... hey what happened to you?" Gibson noticed the black eye and the cut over her nose.
"I fell last night and hit in the kitchen table. Come on Gibson!" Helena tried to hurry him up.
Gibson took out some clean clothes to take a bath. "Okay, I'll go, I'll go, just just ring the doorbell the next time; you will break your neck one day jumping like a rabbit on buildings." "Okay... but your mother would be mad if I rang so early and kill me." "That's the idea." Gibson smiled, entering the bathroom. "Now she is traveling with my dad; you are lucky." Gibson was out thirty minutes later. "Ready Helena?" he said, but the girl didn't respond. He looked around, finding Helena sound asleep on his mattress. "Hey Helena, let's go." Helena didn't move; she was out cold. "Great!" he exclaimed and rolled his eyes, when she fell asleep no one could wake up her. He rested on the other side of the bed and took back his pillow. "Just don't kick, all right?" he said. Helena grumbled and turned to the other side covering herself with the blankets.