It had been a long and crazy night at No Man's Land. Gibson yawned and took out his keys to lock the front door. Suddenly two strong hands pushed him inside the bar again; he was going to scream but a hand covered his mouth and he heard the door close behind him. He tried to hit his attacker but a hand stopped his fit.

"If you actually connect with me, I'll make it so you eat from a straw," a female voice promised.

"Helena? What are you doing here?" He asked in shock. Then he smacked himself. Annoyed that he hadn't realized instantly that it was her. Her scent was fairly unmistakable. Dinah took his keys and locked the door.

"Barbara had been asking around for you and Dinah," he informed them.

"I know," she whispered. "We need to talk."

"Let's go to the bar," Gibson said, gesturing with his hand.

They walked in the elevator and went down. They sat down at a table next to the bar. Helena and Dinah explained everything to him which left him staring at them with a look of shocked surprise.

"I need a drink," he muttered. "Want some?" He shook his head. "You're Helena, of course you do."

Dinah was going answer but Helena replied for her. "Coke for her, I'll take vodka neat." The blond girl glared at her. "Sorry kid, you are under age..." Helena smiled.

"So," Gibson started, leaning over the bar. "Tell me how I can help. Barbara has been looking everywhere for you two. I hear she even put an APB out on you. Here might not be the best place to hide."

"We know," Helena noted. "Does she trust you? Does she think you're with her?"

He shrugged. "I think so."

"We need to get back to the Clocktower. We have to regain control." Dinah exclaimed. "Problem is that we have the entire GCPD behind us. We have to get that chip out of Oracle.

"The device is screwing with her head." Helena said as she nodded. "If we don't get it out in time, it'll kill her."

Gibson gave handed Helena the two glasses. He poured himself a shot of Tequila, which he downed instantly. He poured himself another. "This sounds bad." He moved his head. "Barbara is a cybernetic genius."

"We know, but we need stop him." Helena swirled the liquid in her glass. "He is using his weird devices to drive the whole city bat-shit crazy." She shook her head in despair. "Barbara would kill us if he ordered her to."

"That's not good," Gibson muttered, knocking back the shot.

"What has Barbara told you?" Helena asked, eyes narrowing dangerously.

"That you two are out of control because Mad Hatter had installed a device in your heads. The police radio is broadcasting that you two are wanted fugitives and that you are to be considered armed and dangerous."

"Great!" Helena sighed.

"What if you cut the power?" Gibson asked.

"You mean to the Clocktower?" Helena shook her head in the negative. "It has a backup generator that would kick in almost immediately."

"Well, where you guys hiding out?" he asked, pouring himself another shot.

"Hiding..."

"But where? She had been looking for you everywhere."

"I can't tell you... trust me, it's for the best. I don't know what to do." Helena took her glass and was going to drink when Dinah grabbed her hand. She noticed her eyes were glassy.

"Don't..." the blond girl mumbled feeling dizzy. She almost fell to the floor but Helena held her on to her, keeping her up. She turned on Gibson with fury in her face.

"What did you put in her drink?" she hissed, eyes growing feral.

"Sorry Huntress." Gibson took out a pistol and pointed it at her. "Don't move." Gibson smiled and stood up, picking up the phone with his empty hand.

Huntress helped Dinah into the sitting position, leaning her back against a chair.

"Oracle? I have them. Yeah...yeah, Helena looks fine. She'll be here waiting for you. Dinah too."

"Son of..." Huntress growled, taking a step towards him. He lifted the gun and waved it at her, discouraging her approach.

Gibson hung the phone "Why don't sat and drink your beer while we continue talking and we wait for Oracle?"

"What did you give to her?" Huntress asked again noticing how vacant Dinah looked.

"The same thing that you're going to drink," Gibson said, He gestured at her with the gun. "Drink."

Helena looked down at the glass of vodka. "Kiss my ass. What is this? What kind of drug is this?"

"Nevermind that. You know, Barbara figured you'd show up here two days ago. You certainly took your time. Now drink."

"Gibson..."

"I said to drink," he yelled at her, his finger scratching across the trigger.

"Not until I know what this is. I don't put weird things into me," She lifted up the glass again.

"Something to keep you quiet. She wants you and Dinah back with her."

"So she can put another one of those weird chips in our brains. Gibson, don't you see? You're being mind-fucked!"

"That's not your problem," he told her. "Drink."

"And if I don't?" Helena glared to him.

"Then I guess you'll find a new hole between your eyes now won't you?" he snapped back, still waving the gun.

Helena took a deep breath brought the glass to her lips. The small of Vodka rushed up towards her nostrils and normally it would have been a welcome smell but right now the uncertainty of the drug mixed with it was terrifying.

Gibson was about to yell at her again when he felt something hit him in the arm. His hand jerked forward and the gun dropped out of his palm. He looked up in surprise to see Dinah staring at him from across the room. Even drugged she had managed to knock him down.

Helena didn't hesitate to use the opening to her advantage. She tossed the glass to the ground, shattering it and it's contents.

She jumped across at Gibson, knocking over a table behind her. With a hard cross to the face she knocked him on his ass. One more punch to the jaw and he was out. She dropped to her knees and began to probe behind his head. Her fingers stopped when they grazed the bump of a chip. She sighed and then glanced over at Dinah.

"Thanks Dinah." Helena said. "Are you okay?"

"I would feel better... if you would...let me drink...vodka like you," she quipped, still looking very unsteady.

"I promise, next time," she assured her friend. She spun when she heard the sound of the elevator; it was moving up in the shaft. "Damn! They are here." She went to her friend and put Dinah's arm over her shoulder. "Come on Dinah, I need you awake."

"I can't..." the blond mumbled dropping back. Her eyes rolled back and she was out.

"No Dinah, not now!" Helena tried unsuccessfully to wake her. She heard the back door open. Three men walked in and started towards her. Huntress dropped Dinah back to the chair and began to fight against them. The elevator opened and four more men rushed towards her. She them threw a table against them. One of the men hit her over the back with what felt like a baseball bat. She stumbled but regained herself quickly. She turned and kicked him. She jumped and rolled in the air, dropping back to deliver a vicious kick to one of the guys' chest.

Helena saw two of the henchmen loading the unconscious Dinah. "No!" she yelled and kicked two of the guys out of her way but three more blocked her way with knives. The men moved Dinah inside the elevator. Huntress was angry, very angry and moved as fast as she could to knock them down. She tried to stop the elevator from starting up but was far too late.

She ran inmediately to the back door but still two more blocked her way. She charged against them and took them both out. As soon as she was outside, she ran to the front door but a patrol car blocked her way. She stepped back and ran to the opposite side but two more cars flipped on their lights and started towards her.

* * *

"Got them," Barbara announced. "I knew they'd go to No Man's Land."

"What are you going to do?"

"We have her trapped...there's no way out."

* * *

"Great!" Huntress grumbled looking around. She was standing directly in the middle of several policemen. Oracle was obviously responsible for the ambush. She jumped over the ladder and climbed up to an emergency stairway that lead up towards the rooftop. When she was up she looked down. The street was full of patrol cars. She looked down at Breaker Avenue and saw a van crossing between the squad cars. *Dinah* she thought and began to follow the van jumping between the rooftops.

She heard a chooper and looked up. "Oh great," she muttered. "Oh no this isn't overkill or anything." She cringed in pain as her ribs reminded her of how injured she really was. A bright light covered her.

"Freeze or we will open fire," a voice ordered from the chopper.

She ran to the next building and jumped. As soon as she landed she herd several shots crashing near her. She rolled and ducked her head behind a wall.

"Shit..." she growled as the light from the chopped overwhelmed her again, momentarily blinding her.

* * *

"We have video!" Oracle called out. "I hacked into the camera from the police chopper." She pointed to a grainy shot of Helena hunched behind a wall.

Mad Hatter looked it too. "Trap her!"

"Don't worry, she's run out of places to hide," Barbara assured him. "We got her."

* * *

She tumbled to the ground and spun behind a brick wall, just barely avoiding being clipped by a spray of bullets. She growled at the bright light of the chopper that was circling above her. They had made it so that even the rooftops weren't safe for her. Looking to her left she spotted a long iron length of pipe. She picked it up and hurled it at the chopper's spotlight, shattering it into about a thousand tiny glass shards.

* * *

"What's going on?" Mad hatter asked when he saw the screen turning black.

"Don't worry, the choopers have night vision." Oracle said as a black and white image appeared on the screen. It cleared up enough for them to be able to see Huntress huddled behind some kind of wall.

* * *

* * *

It was raining again.

Helena moved to the side of the building, knowing that she needed to find a way down. She carried a smaller piece of pipe in her right hand. She heard several loud shouts and then the sounds of boots hitting gravel.

She sighed when she realized what was going on; four men with rifles had landed on the roof. They moved around the rooftop and pointed at the place where she was. A tear gas canister landed a few feet from her, already spilling it's noxious contents.

It was definitely time to go.

She ran and jumped, hoping to clear the distance to the next building. It was child's' play really. Usually anyways. To her astonishment she felt something crack against her back. Her equilibrium momentarily shot she felt herself tumbling. She knew immediately that she was in trouble. As she fell between the two buildings she reached out for whatever she could grab on to. At the last moment her hand cracked against a fire escape ladder. She swung herself over the bar and on to the platform just as a shot danced over her feet. "Damn Oracle" Huntress growled as she entered a window. She rolled in to an empty room. She looked around, eyes wide. There were snippers everywere, She was pinned

A shot crashed next her head and a wedge of the cement wall came loose and cracked against her head. "Damn!" she grunted. She could still hear the chopper circling around overhead. A few seconds later two men in full SWAT gear entered the room, rifles drawn. She looked to her left and ran. She jumped and landed on the emergency stairway of the next building. She broke a window with her elbow and rolled in.

* * *

At the Clocktower, Oracle followed all the activity. "The police are acting like they're on shoot to kill orders with Helena," she noted. "Something is wrong." "I changed the files that you sent to the police. She is dangerous; neither you nor I can control her." Mad Hatter said. "Not like this anyways. This was we can guarantee that we'll either get her back or she'll be no trouble to us. It's a win-win." "What?" Barbara demanded, her brow creasing.

"She is dangerous, they're just protecting all of the poor citizens of New Gotham," Hatter insisted. "Normally I would say that she could stay hidden all night but I think they have her surrounded. They have a five block radius cut off."

"Then I guess it's in her best interest to surrender before she's killed."

Oracle sighed. She placed a hand flat against her forehead. "I need more aspirin."

* * *

Huntress walked into an empty lobby. Her senses were buzzing. She knew she was surrounded which meant trying to go back out to attempt to escape was just a worthless idea. She looked around for the door that would lead to the basement. When she finally found it she was dismayed to discover that it was locked.

"Just have to break it then," she muttered to herself. "Don't move!" a voice said from behind her.

She turned her head and a white light blinded her; she covered her eyes with her hand. She could heard the sound of a gun being cocked. She tried to get a better look but all she could see was shadows. She wanted to react but she didn't dare if she didn't know what she was going up against.

"Down on the ground lady," the cop yelled at her. "We have orders to shoot to kill if necessary." The police officer grabbed at his radio. "I got her, old building on Madison Street."

"Down on the floor. Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs," a second voice ordered.

Huntress dropped to her knees and obeyed. Her mind whirled as she tried to think of how to escape. She felt the cop snap cuffs around her wrists.