It was a cloudy day. The cemetery was empty. Barbara was seated in her wheelchair on the sidewalk, next to the Hummer. Her look was lost in the graveyards. It was hard to be there, but she needed be there. She never could say goodbye to Selina, her friend, well, she would never have expected that she would be murdered in that way. A tear fell from her eye. She missed her.

Barbara knew now that she was not just a woman in a wheelchair. She had learned to discover that a person in a wheelchair was as normal as anyone. Sometimes she had been asking to her self if she could survive all the hard success in the last months. And she knew she could, all depended on her, no one else. She could keep going, with out limits

She knew she had to continue not just for her sake but also for her protégée, her dear Helena. She had grown in the last year both mentally and physically. Barbara watched the eighteen year old walking slowly up to her in a long black coat. The desire to wear black clothes showed that she really was the daughter of the lord of the night and the thief of darkness, Catwoman. Helena stood in front of her and smiled.

"You ready?" Barbara asked.

"Mom has been gone for two years." The teen said, "Exactly two years ago today."

Barbara took her hand. "I know."

"I can't believe how much my life changed in one second. I felt alone many times, I watched my world crumble around me. I lost the most important part of my life and I'll never be able to recover from it. I failed her."

"You haven't failed her." Barbara pressed her hand.

"I did. With all my abilities and all my strength; I couldn't use it to help her. If I had known all the things that I know now, I would have helped her, she could be here now. I can't sleep sometimes thinking about that"

"You couldn't take on that responsibility. You were just a kid. It was an unexpected situation; no one could have avoided it. It was all so fast; and you know it." Helena kept silently looking down.

"Tell me something, why do call yourself Huntress?."

"It was just an idea." Helena said looking off into the distance.

"You know that it isn't true." Barbara said softly.

"I wanted to hunt down the killers and bring them to justice. Some day I will get my mom's murder. Someday I'll kill him."

"You know that it's wrong."

Helena raised her shoulders. "Maybe, but it's what I want the most."

"Don't let that feeling control your life. It makes you unhappy. I hope you someday understand... Was that the thing that's been bothering you?" Barbara looked at her.

Helena didn't respond. She kept looking into the horizon; she was sure she would find her mother's killer someday, and on that day, she would take revenge.

"Helena, I couldn't avoid being injured either, and you know that I'm very skilled. Don't blame your self for something that wasn't in your hands." Barbara said.

"And what if it was on my hands?"

"It wasn't, and you must accept that. Neither your or your mother knew in at that moment what your full meta-abilities were; she knew you had it but she hadn't time to develop it. Having abilities is one thing; it's another knowing how to use them. You started to knowing how use them just a short time ago. Now your skills aren't full developed- your smell sense and your sixth sense still are developing; and you need training for that. You still need work in combat, and on controlling your temper, and that is not easy. It takes time."

"Yes, that is true." Helena bit her lip. "I'm trying to understand why all this happened."

"Many things never have an answer." Barbara sighed "Helena, I'm a really difficult person, but you are worse than me. You know our friendship, our relationship hasn't been easy."

Helena blushed, "I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's not only you, it's me too. You are a difficult person, but so am I. I'm not funny, I love being behind my computers, I'm as you say sometimes a library mouse, always behind books. You are younger, love parties, fun time, and you dress with cool clothes." Barbara smiled.

Helena smiled too "Yea, that's right."

"But we are fighting more for our similarities than for our differences."

"What?"

"You are a lot like me in many ways and I didn't even realize;: you don't like opening your door; you love the streets; you are rebellious, impulsive; sometimes you don't think, and you hate the injustices." Barbara recognized laughing lightly "I was so much like you are, but hey, I wasn't in as much trouble as you."

Helena smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"What I'm trying to say you is that the biggest thing of our difference of all the is affect, all the love that I have for you. You are so damn charming that makes me so difficult scold you. Hel, doesn't matter how much trouble you are in, or how many mistakes you make, I love you; and If I scold you it's because I want you to be better."

Helena kept silent for a few seconds. "I never could fight against my pain, my anger and my sadness alone. I was able to deal with it because you were there. I told you once that I couldn't let you in because I just let in the people that I love. I didn't want to love anyone else because it hurts so much when you lose them but." Helena looked at Barbara her eyes brimming with tears. "You are in, you are, and you know it. Maybe I didn't want to accept that and maybe I wouldn't tell you it to you often but, you are in because I love you. I love you so much." Helena hugged Barbara tightly.

"I love you too." She said returning the hug with equal fervor.

"Don't leave me."

"I'll promise I'll try. I will always be there for you. Just promise me you won't steal a panther again."

Helena laughed. "Promise."

Barbara smiled. That day, she discovered her bond with Helena became unbreakable.