The Phoenix Behind The Truth
Disclaimer: I don't own the BOP actors, writers, or set (since they took it off). But If I did this is what it would be like! ^.^
Warning: This is a hardcore BOP fanfic! With actual facts from the comics and show to combine together and bring peace to between BOP comic lovers and BOP show lovers. Enjoy!
Special Thanks: To my twin sis, Maria for pointing out the obvious. To John Stinizi (I know I'm spelling your last name wrong but you know it's you) for convincing me to take on the character of Bruce Wayne. To Trace Messmore for role-playing as Bruce (what? You guys think I actually know this guy?). Last but not Least, Shadow Walker for peer editing my work. Thanks A Bunch Huns! And too my fans ^.^!
Summary: Trust is a hard thing to piece back together once it's broken. When one detailed is left out of a truth it is automatically lie, it cannot be toyed with. No matter how hard we try, the past always comes back to haunt us. And when you think you know someone they show you the real them in the strangest ways. How can the birds combat these errors? Run or stick in for the fight? These are the Birds of Prey!
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Chapter 4
Two of a Kind
Two worlds two psyches
All with the same destiny
Fate tales quicker than the eye can see
When it finally comes…
There's two of a kind
~~Catwoman
(me)
The atmosphere at Club New Gotham pulsated in Helena Kyle's body, as neon lights and rhythmic sounds blended around her when she moved. Helena almost forgot how good it felt to dance. Having a beat to follow and a body to mimic its every rhythm, it was the next thing to being free and a slave at the same time. She swung her hip to the left, then right, and melted to the floor almost cat-like. Looking to her side she caught a glimpse of a guy looking at her moves, she then rose up waiting for her prey to come out of the dark and accept the invite for a dance.
He grinned and walked right up to Helena meeting her eyes. None uttered a word, dancing had nothing to do with verbal communication; the only language permitted was body language. The stranger made the first move and wrapped his hands around Helena's waist. The dark haired woman smiled back accepting his contact and placed her hands on his shoulder and rocked side to side.
His grip on her waist was gentle. Looking at him, her smile faded into a mischievous grin as he pulled her closer. Now his hands were in a full circle and she continued to move. The man's blue eyes widened as he smiled at Helena, raising his hands to the smalls of her back. Helena took a deep breath, placed her hands on his arms. He traced his fingers to her hand and intertwined it, then lifted them in the air. Helena's lower body was free and she swung it side to side. He brought her hands together that triggered her to do a full turn. Still looking each other in the eye he swiftly brought her arms down. The blue-eyed man placed his hand on her waist dipping her, and traced his fingers from her head to her belly with his free hand.
He brought her up and the music ended. He nodded, she returned the gesture, and they parted ways. It was almost an unwritten law at clubs, not to dance with someone more then once. Helena didn't take it personally when he left, she's been going to clubs for along time and has gotten use it. An up-beat rock tempo began to play and Helena continued dancing by herself.
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Reese entered the club with his collogues, "What is the name of this club again?"
"Club New Gotham," Jason answered.
Reese continued to look around and saw eight different rooms. All with different atmospheres and music coming out, "So this place has different themes or something?"
"Actually yeah, sorta," Daisy began, "It's kinda like a place that floats your boat. You got techno, hip-hop, disco, reggae, country, pop, salsa, and my personal fav, rock."
"Interesting," Reese glanced at all the rooms.
"So what's our first stop?" Danny looked into the room with the sign Rave, "Techno?"
They all shook their heads.
"I don't think I can dance to something that goes ten-thousand beats per-seconds," Jason added.
Danny shrugs and pointed at the door that said Disco Fever.
"Just ew man," Jason commented quickly and pointed at the door with the sign Wanna Wined?
"Um… no," Daisy said and gave Reese a look.
The detective shrugged.
Daisy quickly walked over the room with the sign Rock My World, "Oh please! In here! Please!"
The males eyed each other and walked over to the enthusiastic woman.
She smiled.
"Let's try this place?" Jason looked at Reese and Danny. They nodded and entered the room.
The walls were red and black with laser lights flashing the atmosphere. Reese was impressed with the space, but what really surprised him was to see that there were so many people dancing. He never really thought that many people danced to this kind of music, lastly listen to it. Most of his life, the detective has been listening to hip-hop, in the times where he wasn't to sure of his father's appearance and sense of life style. In the entrance there was a bar with many waiters that looked as if they could be bouncers, and of course enough booze to get the whole country drunk in one night.
Reese walked over to the counter, ready to order something before losing weight on the dance floor, when Daisy rushed past him and sat in the seat he was going for.
"Nuh-huh Mr. Party Pooper. You are not going to spend the rest of your night on this chair. You will have to dance at least once tonight, with a girl!" Reese had to hand it to her; Daisy was very persistent and sometimes read his mind.
He smiled reassuringly, "I will, I just want a drink before I get out there."
She raised an eyebrow; he noticed she wasn't buying anything.
"Yeah Daisy, cut poor guy some slack. It's his first night out, he don't need you to interrogate him all night," Jason patted him on the back.
All laughed, except Reese.
The Detective took it as a challenge, "I beg to differ, Mr. Wong."
Daisy gave a grin and stood up.
Jason looked at Danny then at Reese, "Well your acting like if it's your first time here, I just assumed-"
"You assumed too much Mr. Wong, did you know that?" Reese walked up to Jason.
He hesitated a bit, "I guess I do now, Detective."
"Just keep that in mind officer," Reese eyed the waiter coming towards them, "Yeah, give me a shot."
Daisy got in the middle of them, "Yeah, so this club is cool right?"
Reese glanced at Daisy and turned to the counter sitting down.
"Come on Jason, let's dance," they left Reese by himself and his drink came.
The dark skinned gentleman took down the shot in one gulp and gave the man five dollars. Sometimes he needed to be firm with his comrades to get respect. It's not like he never joked around with them, but sometimes he needed to show them whose boss.
"Need another one?" The waiter asked.
"Nah, I'm good."
"Ok. So when will you be hitting the dance floor?"
"I don't know, maybe when I hear a good song."
"Need any recommendations?"
"What? Songs?"
"No dancers?"
Reese gave him a puzzled look, "Come again?"
"I think dancing has nothing to do with the choice of music, but it's the partner that makes it worth while."
"Nice philosophy," Reese looked around the dance floor trying to ignore the man behind him.
"There's a foxy lady hiding behind those people. That dark haired raven dances like a goddess. Why, if I weren't behind this bar I'd show her the time of her life."
"I'll take note to that," Reese faced his full body towards the people. Out of all the people here to night, he had to be stuck with the pervert.
Reese looked to his left and saw his friends dancing, all ignoring his presence. He hadn't made the best impression tonight, but all might go well, though things never did with them. He looked straight ahead trying not to pay any mind to them. The previous song ended and another one began to play. The music came from underneath and wrapped around his body, making it thump a little inside. Part of the crowd began to clear out and like a curtain; it revealed a jet black-shorthaired woman dancing by herself. Reese stared at her for a moment; all while her back was faced to him. The attractive woman's legs spread apart and her upper body sank to the floor. The mysterious woman's hair swiftly touched the ground, rose back up, and finished off her move by shaking her hips. Reese was mesmerized by 'foxy-lady's' moves.
"That's what I'm talking about!" The annoying waiter pulled him out of his moment.
The Detective quickly rose off of his seat and headed towards the woman. The song reached its climax and people started to rush in the dance floor blocking his view. He kept walking towards the direction where he last saw her. The people began to push him while they were dancing but he maintained his balance and continued path. It was as if a force was pulling him towards her, because as he kept walking he felt his torso drew to each direction.
The search was over and he stopped to the destination. Her back still facing him she moved like a snake and Reese just examined her for a while. The shorthaired vixen's moves almost reminded him of someone but he just kept looking at her back as she moved forward. He made the first move and grabbed her by the waist pulling her closer to him. As if by reflex she held his hands quickly, and accepted his touch by continuing to dance still holding his hand.
Helena was a little frightened by the strangers touch for a moment; that was until she felt his hands. They were warm and tender and brought them up in the air, freeing her lower body and moving almost like a snake.
Reese returned the position by tracing his fingers down to the woman waist again.
Helena swayed her arms around as the man's hands made its way down. This guy had a very good touch; if he was lucky she might dance with him more than once.
Reese placed a hand on her belly and pulled her closer to him. Reese held the woman hand and pulled her out of the encirclement and brought her back to the same position. He missed her face; even though her hair was short it covered her features.
Helena was enjoying this guy's presence. Unlike most men tonight they were either too rough or too soft. Helena got a little sweaty and ran her fingers through her hair.
Reese rested his head on her shoulder and began to breathe heavily.
Helena closed her eyes blissfully, his breathing was a little short, and that's how she knew she was doing her job. Helena placed a hand on his cheeks mobilizing his lips to her ear as he continued to breathe. His warm air sent shivers down her spine and a sensation to the tip of her fingers tips.
Reese placed his hands on her shoulders, examining them with his fingers he felt the shorthaired woman tremble a bit. He then ran his fingers through her hair.
Helena felt the chemistry in them brew more passionately as they got closer. She tilted her head to the side, allowing the sweet zephyr to cuddle with her neck, and followed his hands with hers.
The song ended and Reese held her hand once more and turned the mysterious woman around revealing Huntress. The foxy lady of tonight was none other then the woman who kissed and ran last night. He showed no sense of surprise but she obviously didn't look pleased.
Helena was over powered by Reese's aura once more. Helena looked at him as he smiled a bit. She spoke up breaking the body language of the club, "Reese?"
He looked behind him and then at Huntress, "Who, me? Not to night. My name is Jack, Mac Jack," he took his hand out and waited for her to shake it.
Helena nodded, "I think you have one to many drinks Detective."
Reese returned his hand to his side, "Well actually no. You see; we have different characters in different places. Tonight, in this club, my name is Mac Jack. May I ask what's yours?"
Well if Reese wanted to play tonight so can I, she thought, "Selina. Selina Kyle."
"Selina Kyle," he repeated and another song began to play, "So would you care to dance?"
"Sorry, rules are rules," Helena teased.
"Yes, but they can also be broken. Besides, how was I supposed to know I was dancing with Selina Kyle?" He gave her his hand and she took it.
She came closer not meeting his gaze and linked her arms around his neck.
Reese placed his hands on the smalls of her back and noticed she was looking away. He moved his face to her gaze and she was a little startled. He chuckled and so did she.
Helena broke the encirclement and danced two steps back, showing Reese a couple of moves. He clapped in the rhythm watching Selina Kyle shimmy a bit. Helena stopped and smiled at Reese, he looked so pathetic clapping it made her laugh. She walked over to him and he straightened up not clapping.
She's not the only one with moves, Reese thought and he began the crip-walk.
Helena laughed harder. She came towards him and turned around locking her eyes with his. They were only a breath away. The Detective held Huntress' hand and they continued to move not breaking the position.
Their moves were almost coordinated. As if on the battlefield they worked together to bring the pleasure of dancing. They felt the rhythm of the music blend with the passion in their hearts, looking into their souls they couldn't help but grin a bit. Where the moonlight didn't let them finish what they started, harmony would greet them once more hoping to end what they started, and bring a new beginning. Where she stepped he'd follow and vice-versa.
Their foreheads met and Helena closed her eyes softly enjoying Mac Jack's company. Mac Jack, she thought, you really out did yourself tonight Reese.
Reese placed a hand on the smalls of her back and dipped Huntress.
Helena's body was so flexible her hair and hands brushed the floor.
Reese rocked her until she came up slowly, ardently, and passionately.
Helena rose locking eyes with the very good detective and bit her lip.
Reese's emotions started to take over. Huntress wasn't in pain tonight, he was content for her, but did she need to be in pain for him to kiss her? He looked at her in the eye, but they were closed. He wondered if she was enjoying it. The thought made a smile appear in the corner of his lip.
Helena felt Reese's face come toward hers and she swiftly turned her face only brushing with his lips.
Reese bit his lip disappointed.
No, Helena thought and abruptly pushed him away a little too hard shaking her head, "No Reese," and walked away.
Reese turned around watching her leave then heard Jason speak up, "Dag Reese! You're a bad dancer!"
He closed his eyes in frustration and glared at Jason then ran after Huntress.
Helena's steps echoed through the sleepless night of New Gotham. She looked for something to climb up on and jump rooftops but then felt a hand on her arm, which pushed her towards the wall. It was Reese and he was breathing heavily. She held back her force not wanting to injure him and injure at the same moment. Helena threw her fist on his chest, "Who in the world do think you are, Reese!"
Reese ignored her question and angrily asked, "Why?"
Helena's blue eyes widened, "I can only be Huntress to you Reese."
He took a deep breath, "Why?"
Helena understood what he meant, but couldn't let him be a part of her life, "Because if I don't stop you, something or someone will."
Reese looked at her in the eyes, she tried not to look back but he kept facing her.
Helena gave up the games and looked at him, "I am… a walking curse, Reese."
His eyes narrowed.
She desperately tried to fight back her words from shaking, "Everyone I get close to either dies, turns mentally insane, or," she fought back tears, "leaves."
She lowered her head and he raised it with a hand on her chin, "Hey, Selina, Huntress, who ever you are tonight; it's not always your fault."
Helena tried so hard to believe that, but failed.
The Detective saw Huntress' eyes wander into her mind.
"Huntress," she looked up at him, "I make my own destiny, not some curse ok. If I jump off a bridge tonight, God forbid, it's not because of some curse."
"You don't have to take it so literal, Reese," she mumbled under her breath.
He ignored her comment, "And if I choose to spend this moment with you and I get hit by a car, God forbid, it's not cuz of some curse."
"You don't understand Reese, you weren't there when everything happened. Those people were-"
"Yes, but I also know that it's affecting the way you are towards me. Let me in Huntress, let me in," he came closer to her and locked chest-to-chest and leaned in for a kiss. As he suspected, she turned her face and his lips dove into her neck.
Helena skin tightened and relaxed in the contact. She didn't fight his move; in fact she welcomed it by running her fingers on his head.
Out of nowhere, from a distance, police sirens came closer and she opened her eyes watching a bunch of police cars racing across the streets of New Gotham.
"Detective 101! I repeat Detective 101 do you copy!"
Reese moved out of the adrenalin position and took out his walkie-talkie, "Yes I do copy, what is it officer?"
Helena rolled her eye, another interruption, why am I not surprised?
"It's this Batman character again! I repeat! Flying human-rat!"
Helena's felt her face become hotter and her eyes widened, perfect timing, Bruce.
"Location?" Reese asked.
"Between Amsterdam and Broadway, I repeat!"
"Don't!" Reese was getting annoyed, "I'm on my way!" Reese put the walkie-talkie back in his pocket and looked at Huntress.
Helena gave him a 'what now' face, "Back to business?"
He nodded and headed for his car assuming she would follow but felt his heart drain a bit. He turned around and she was gone.
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Dinah threw a ball of energy at the flames coming towards the civilians. It sent the fire rushing back for a brief second then came forward full frontal. It sent Dinah back a little but she maintained her balance by digging her feet into the gravel. She looked to her right and saw a bunch of people unconscious on the ground. She jumped on a car and did a flip landing a few feet from them. The fire came roaring towards them. Dinah gathered enough energy in her mind and sent a ball that covered her and the civilians. Luckily the plan worked and they weren't touched. The problem was trying to get them out of there without getting brunt into a crisp.
The flames made its way about half of the shield. Dinah felt the energy pack get hotter. She looked down and saw one of the three civilians groan and move a bit. The junior super hero quickly walked over to the person and tried to wake them up, still concentrating on the shield, "Hey, wake up!"
It was no use they were knocked out cold.
"Man!" The shield started to consume the heat in the bubble. Dinah started to sweat a bit but continued to hold the shield with the little strength she had left. The flames kept pushing its way through the energy, and she could see the outline of it turn red.
How am I going to get these people out? She asked herself and heard a tap on the bubble. Dinah turned to the direction of the sound and saw Helena on the other side.
"Hey kid! Let me in!" Helena placed a hand on the energy and quickly pulled it away because of the heat.
Dinah nodded and Helena returned the gesture.
"One!" Dinah began the countdown, "Two!" the blonde hair teenager positioned herself, "Three!" Dinah swiftly let the energy go and picked up the one of the three unconscious people and ran away from the fire.
Helena swiftly followed Dinah with the remaining two and raced against the flames. Helena began to pick up the pace and was aliened with Dinah's speed. A car blocked their path and they gave each other a quick signal and flipped over the car. Now the fire had to make its way through the car before getting to them. The girls noticed gasoline dripping from the car, signaling each other again the leap away leaving the explosion behind. They jumped into the street by the building and put the civilians down.
"I guess I came just in time for the fun kid," Helena winked.
"Fun? You should have been here thirty minutes ago," Dinah smiled.
Helena looked up at the moon; it was glowing brightly almost casting a beam at her. The moment was interrupted when she looked to burning building and saw the caped crusader looking down at her. Helena eyes changed to Meta and faced Dinah who was checking the peoples pulse, "You gonna be alright by yourself, kid?"
Dinah nodded, "I know how to get myself out of tight situations."
They saw an ambulance headed towards their direction and they hid behind in an alley.
"The boys in blue are around so make yourself invisible," Dinah commanded.
Helena nodded and climbed up the stairs to the roof.
Huntress placed a hand on the bat-earring, "Oracle, you copy?"
She examined the atmosphere and didn't see any signs of her father.
"Yes, Huntress you there?" Barbara called out.
Batman came out from behind the shadows of flames. He held his head high, almost proud at the sight. His cape waved to the side like an extra shadow, all black but revealing his chin, "I have a date with my father Babs, don't wait up ok."
Huntress began walking towards him.
"Helena you have to listen to me," Oracle said on the line.
"There's nothing to talk about Oracle," she looked at her father, "You want to start killing people once you come back? Fine, your just gonna have to go down like the rest of them!"
He raised an eyebrow and ran towards Helena.
Huntress countered his attack by raising her arms into a v, but Batman was too strong and she was knocked down.
He stood over her and grinned.
Helena tripped him and came up, then elbowed him on his back.
Batman didn't so much as flinch at the contact of Helena's attack, in fact he grabbed the tail of her trench coat and swung her to a pole.
He threw a punch and she ducked down let his hand guide into the pole. She then tackled his body to the ground and did a cartwheel to get a few feet away from him.
"Huntress! Stop fighting him!" Oracle commanded.
Batman rose to his feet.
"Thirsty for more, daddy?" Helena charged at him packing a powerful punch to his face.
He returned the attack by punching Helena in the face. She fell to the ground in a hard thump. The flooring under her began to rattle and the ground opened, swallowing Helena. She managed to grasp a piece of ceiling attached to the roof. Huntress looked at the office below her. It was a giant ball of fire, feeding off of the furniture and paperwork.
Batman stood over her once more, locked eyes with Helena, and pulled a gun out of his utility belt. He raised it to her forehead. Helena's facial expression stayed neutral; tonight she was going to die by her father's hands. Helena eyes faded back to human, "Go ahead shoot!" Helena closed her eyes ready for impact.
"Bang!" Batman shouted.
She quickly opened them.
He stood over smiling.
Rage filled her powers. She clinched her hand and charged herself upwards at the caped crusader, punching his face and landed on his shoulders doing a forward flip.
Batman swiftly turned around and threw a punch. Helena blocked it with her arm and punched his jaw.
"Helena! Get as far away from him as you can!" Oracle shouted.
She kicked his stomach and he grasped it pushing it back to her.
"Helena! I need to explain something," Barbara's worried voice came over the COM.
"I'm a little busy here, Oracle!" Helena was annoyed and changed her eyes back to Meta.
The caped crusader raised his foot ready to impact her face, but Helena rolled over backwards lifting herself off the ground.
"So this is how it's going to be, Bruce?" Helena questioned.
Batman pulled another gun out of his belt.
Huntress braced herself as he began shooting. She hastily dodged them and stormed toward her father elbowing him in the face.
Batman picked up Helena and threw her on the ground once more.
"I thought you loved this city, Batman," Helena grasped some dust as he came closer, "I bet you even killed that man that murdered my mother!" She threw the dirt at his eyes.
He couldn't see and tried wiping the powder off of his eyes.
Helena took the advantage and kicked him on the face and crouched down to his ears, "Yeah right you loved me! You probably left because you had no more cat nip to run after!"
"Helena! Listen to me!" Oracle shouted.
Huntress turned her back to Batman, "What Oracle!"
Batman battered Helena's on the head. He picked her up by the coat and threw her to the ledge of the roof.
Helena stood up.
"That is not Bruce! He is here with me!"
"Helena!" She heard Bruce's voice came over the Com and it flooded her thoughts.
Batman punched Helena full frontal and she glided back.
Everything felt like a slow motion picture. The ledge was five feet away and she could see the city below her. The weight on Helena's body shifted to her back and her eyes were faced toward the Heavens. Huntress was falling and as she felt and impact on her head, everything faded to black.
To Be Continued…
