Barbara wheeled in an office in Arkham where her father was with the detective that had been following Helena for the past year, a tall black man named Jesse Reese. They had a serious face. Barbara felt something was wrong.

"How is she?" Gordon asked.

"As cynic as always..." Barbara explained "I don't know if that is good or bad right now."

Her father gave her some pictures. Barbara took it and examined them with horror. They were of bodies around a building that was burning.

"Do you remember this case?" Jesse asked.

"Yes... it was terrible... Metropolis, four months ago."

"We found the same kind of explosives used in that building and timers in Helena's department, including newspapers and pictures with the news about it." Gordon raised a plastic bag "And the wallets of some of the victims."

"Helena couldn't..."

"We found it a few minutes ago." Jesse explained "Now she is in troubles, twenty people died that day. Including Metropolis Commissioner's son and five children. The prosecutor surely will ask the death sentence for her."

"She is a burglar, not a killer."

"She is in trouble." Jesse pointed. "There is so much evidence against her."

"Dad, you know her." Barbara moved her head trying to understand what was happening. It confused her.

"Barbara, neither of you knows her very well." James Gordon said "She is like a ghost that appears and disappears. You knew her when she was a child but now, she is a dangerous young woman."

"She is Selina's daughter." Barbara tried to justify her. She was a burglar, she knew that but it was hard accept she was a killer.

"You know that doesn't help her much either." Jesse sighed resting his back on the chair. "She needs a good lawyer."

"She is a burglar, not a killer. I'll help her with the lawyer."

"Wait a minute." Gordon stood up "What are you saying?"

"I'm not going to let her be alone. She didn't kill those people." Barbara faced him. "I agree, she deserves to be in jail; she is a thief, a burglar," she put the pictures on the desk "but not a murder."

"Barbara, the press will attack you. I can read the headlines now: Ex- congress woman helping children's killers."

"It doesn't matter to me."

James moved his head. "Are you sure she will accept your help? She is damn stubborn."

"She has to."

"I think is a mistake Miss Gordon." Jesse said.

"I don't think so."

Gordon walked toward the window scratching his head. He knew it was going to be a scandal. Helena's reputation was terrible and nobody would understand why his daughter was helping her. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes."

"I think this is a mistake." He looked at her "A big mistake, but I support you."

"Thanks Dad."

* * *

Barbara arrived late to Clock Tower. She wheeled toward Delphi and made a phone call to her lawyer. She explained the case and after 15 minutes she told him that they will go to breakfast in the morning and maybe later to go visit Helena at Arkham. She hung up the phone and rubbed her eyes. Helena was now in really big trouble.

"Long day?" Alfred asked. He walked in the lab with a tray with coffee in his hands.

"Terrible. This is worst that I ever would imagine."

"You wanted stop her." He gave her the cup of coffee "You had been trying to find a clue night after night, finally you found it and gave it to the police."

"True, she was hard to find. She's very intelligent and agile. The police went to her apartment" she took a sip of coffee, "and found evidence that incriminates her in the explosion of the building in Metropolis a few months ago."

"Miss Helena?"

"Yes..."

"Oh my..." Alfred was stunned..

"The prosecutor will ask the death penalty for her."

"And do you think she..."

"No." she interrupted him "she couldn't, something inside me tells it wasn't her. I accept it, she is a thief, and she must be punished for that. But she is like her mother- she never killed anyone."

"What are you going to do?"

"Help her."

* * *

Helena Kyle was caught by the police and her connection with the murders in the building explosion in Metropolis was the headlines of all the newspapers. Barbara read all of them at the morning. All of them pointed to her as a killer that deserved the electric chair. There was a notice that Barbara was going to help her too.

"The journalists are fast." She said to her lawyer while they waited for Helena in a small room inside Arkham.

"This is not going to be easy." He said. "People are angry at her. Five children died that day."

"I know that. "Barbara closed the newspaper. "I know."

Helena walked though the corridor with two guards with rifles in her sides. She took short steps because of the chains on her ankles. "I have another visitor?" she asked them. "Funny, when I was free I never had visitors. Now who is it?" she looked at them. "Oh you are very communicative today."

A guard in front of a door opened it when he saw her coming. She walked in and saw with surprise, Barbara with a man in an elegant suit sitting in front of a table.

"Let me guess," Helena said stood by the door "Is he your boyfriend?"

"Helena sit down." Barbara asked sighing.

"I told you I don't want a lawyer."

"Shut up and sit down." Barbara said in firm voice.

The brunette glared at her but obeyed. "I'm not going to accept him, I'm warning you." She grumbled as she sat down.

Barbara threw the pictures that her father had given to her the day before at Helena.. Helena took them and looked with curiously. "What are these?"

"You killed them." Barbara said crossing her fingers over the table.

"Are you joking?"

"No."

Helena looked at the pictures again and then at Barbara. "No, you are not joking. What is this about?"

"Miss Kyle," The lawyer took a cigarette out of box and offered one to her. Helena took it immediately and leaned forward to light it. The police found evidence in your home that implicates you in this murder."

"My apartment?" Helena felt annoyed. "Why the hell were the police in my apartment?"

"Search warrant.. They found these pictures, newspapers, a calendar with the day marked in red, and the most importantly, the same kind of explosives used and the wallets of some of the victims."

Helena coughed. "What?"

"This is serious Helena." Barbara said angry "Why?"

"Why what?" Helena shouted. "I didn't kill them! I never had explosives in my house! I have never seen these pictures!" She threw it over the table. "This is a bad joke."

"This is not a joke!" Barbara hit the table with her fist. "Why did you do it?"

"I didn't!" Helena shouted.

"The police found the evidence!" Barbara exclaimed.

"It's a trap, a damn trap!" Helena stood up "I'm sure it's damn Detective that's behind this did it! He put all that evidence in my apartment."

"Sit down." Barbara ordered.

"This is a lie! I'm sure he put all those things in my apartment."

"I said sit down!" the young woman obeyed again now in a bad mood.

"I don't think so Miss Kyle." The lawyer said, "Jesse Reese is one of the most honest policemen in the department."

"He is an asshole. He is frustrated because he couldn't catch me." She took a deep breath from her cigarette.

"The state is going to open your trial for murder and burglary."

"I didn't kill anyone." Helena told him and looked the red head "Barbara I accept it, I'm a thief, a cat burglar, but I'm not a killer. You know me."

"And they are going to ask the death penalty for you." The lawyer said.

Helena's face turned pale. "Why?"

"Twenty people were killed that day and the state is accusing you for that."

"But, I didn't kill them. Barbara believe me..." she looked tat her with worry. "It wasn't me."

"I believe you. I'm here for that reason and I brought my lawyer here to help you. His name is Jonathan. We want help you, But I need you to trust me and tell him the truth. Maybe you have and old enemy trying to put you away."

"Or maybe," the lawyer interrupted "It's and enemy of your mother:"

"To help you I need you trust me.."

Helena sighed and rested on the back of her chair. "Okay."

"First thing, don't try to escape." Barbara pointed at her. "Don't fights or talk with the guards or supervisors, got it?"

"Got it..."

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