Helena was sleeping deeply. She began to cough, a bad smell woke her up. The cell was filled with a white cloud. She coughed again and stood up. "Guard! Hey guard!" Something was wrong. She felt her throat closing, that was a kind of gas that didn't let her breathe. She hit the glass with her fist.

"Guard!" she shouted "Open the door!" she coughed and taking the table she smashed it against the glass, but didn't break. She was in trouble; she smashed the protection with her hands and feet but it was stong and didn't shatter. She was trapped.

She walked towards her night table, and picked up the lighter. The sparks ignited the wick and a flame flickered and danced, sapping up the gas. She brought the flame to the edge of the sheet, the flame licked at the fabric of the sheets. It caught the flame and slowly began burning. "Came on." She coughed.

She took it and moved the bed under the fire alarm. She coughed again, feeling her mind blurring. She fell to the floor and opened her mouth trying to breathe, the strange gas was overwhelming her. The alarms turned on. She moved to the door and tried to All turned back and she slipped to the floor.

The next thing she felt was someone taking her by her arm and dragging her out of the cell. "What the hell are you doing?" she heard a voice say, but she couldn't answer, she passed out.

"Your conspiracy theory is a fact." Barbara said to Dinah wheeling inside the lab. The blond girl was reading some information from the computer screen.

"I don't understand."

"Some one tried to kill Helena last night."

"What? How is she?" Dinah asked alarmed.

"She's okay. Some one had used the air ducts to inject poison gas in her cell. She gotthe guards attention by burning her bed. I called my father, he told me the police are going to move Helena to Metrópolis. It will be safer for her. I was thinking about the fact that the explosion that killed the people was in that city. They want to hold Helena's trial in Metropolis"

"I don't like this." Dinah looked Alfred worried.

"Me either." Barbara began to type at the Delphi. "And things are getting worse."

"What?"

"A year ago, the mayor of New Gotham was murdered in his home. Police never found the killers. The police gained access to Helena's bank accounts. In the security box at one of the banks they found the Rolex, some chains and a golden ring that belonged to him."

"Some one is trying to involve her in more trouble." Dinah said.

"And guess what? He was one of the principal people that were trying to trap Dr. Destiny and had been stopping some of his work. He is playing with her destiny. Im sure he will make things worset for her."

"So?"

"You are right. I need to get her out of there."

"How is it going with the new necklace?" the blond girl stood up behind Barbara.

"Almost done, I can't deny it was a great invention. The person who designed it was a genius."

"It was you."

"I know it."

Dinah rolled her eyes

"They are going to move her next week. I need know the route to try to make a plan to get to her."

"Are we going to…?"

"Yes," Barbara said. "We are going to kidnap her. It's our chance"

"It's strange to hear you talking about breaking the law Miss Barbara.." Alfred pointed.

"Just keep the secret.." Barbara smirked and looked her watch. "Well, I need go to see her."

"I will like see her." Dinah said.

"But."

"Please Barbara."

"Okay, come with me."

The metal door of the cell opened. Barbara wheeled inside followed by Dinah. The blond girl looked around. Helena sat on the floor, her back against a wall of the transparent cell, where was only a bed a chair and a small table. She was was doing a castle with cards distractely. Dinah felt her heart sink, she didn't like see her friend caged there.

"Hi Helena." Barbara said. The brunette kept playing with it without pay atention to her. She moved until she was in front of her. "How do you feel?"

"Fine."

"She is a friend...Dinah. She is helping me with your case."

Helena raised her eyes a second to the young girl and returned to play with her cards.

"Don't worry Helena, every…"

"Don't worry?" Helena glared at her and stood up "What the hell is happening here? I don't understand!" she walked toward her bed and took a newspaper "Five children were murdered, a kid of sixteen!, some psycho put proof inside my apartment and now everybody thinks I killed those innocents!"

She put the newspaper against the glass that had a big headline: Death Penalty to Kyle: District Attorney.

"And all the newspapers have articles about how people like me don't deserve to be alive! Last night some one tried to kill me!" the brunette shouted making a big ball with the journal "And you ask me not to worry?"

"We know who is behind it all."

Helena walked toward her and put her hands over the glass. "Who is the son of bitch?"

"Dr. Destiny." Dinah said.

"That's a stupid name." Helena glared to her. "Who the hell are you?"

"Dinah, Dinah Lance. I want help you."

"Helena you are innocent" Barbara said.

"Only you think that." She paced around the cell. "I'm lost."

"Helena, it's a long story," Barbara interrupted "I just came here to tell you not to worry; we are working on this. You are innocent. Calm down."

Helena braced herself and stood up in silently in the middle of the cell. After several long seconds she looked Barbara. "They are going to move me to Metrópolis." She said in low voice.

"I know." Barbara nodded.

Helena hesitated before asking, "Are you going to be there?"

"Yes."

"The trial will be long."

"No matter, we are going to be together during this one." Barbara smiled "Just don't do something stupid."

Dinah felt touched. She could feel the bond that keep them together. He couldn't break it, or change their lives. It gave her the strength to keep going, to try to find him and to return her lives to normal.



Reese signed some papers and the policeman gave him a pair of keys. Helena waited next to him, chained by the hands and ankles , under the look of several guards. He put the keys in his pocket and took the arm of Helena.

"Are we married now?" she asked. He sighed and took her arm roughly. "Hey, don't push." She protested.

"You have many friends. I know some one tried to kill you a few days ago." Reese said walking toward the parking lot.

"Popularity sucks."

"How do you feel?"

"Great. Makes me feel great knowing that everybody wants lynch me."

They climbed in the back of the Police Van. He sat her in one of the seats of the van and he sat in the opposite one. A security guard closed the door and locked it. After a few seconds the van began to move.

Dinah and Barbara obseved it from a hill inside the Hummer.

"The van is on the road." Dinah said.

"Okay…" Barbara typed at her computer "I have it. Let's go."

Inside the Van, Helena looked her uniform, she hated it. White, like an overall, she thought it made her look fat. She raised her head and observed Reese, he was silent, writing something on his pad.

"A letter to your girlfriend?"

He kept silence and continued writting.

"You have a girlfirend right?" she asked again.

He continued writing in his pad without saying a word. She tried to stand up to look at what he was doing but he raised his hand. "Don't move."

"I don't eat people. Why don't you like to talk with me?" Helena cocked her head "Oh, I know… I make feel you nervous."

He sighed and looked her. "You don't make me feel nervous."

"I don't understand you."

"Why?" he put his pad in his pocket.

"You were behind my ass more than a year and now that you get me you don't ask me the thing that you are dying to know."

"Oh…" he smiled "Really?"

"Yes," she put her leg over the seat "I gues that is becouse you are afraid."

"Afraid:"

"Yes, afraid to know me. I'm sure I like you."

"You don't like me." He said feeling unconfortable. She was playing with him again. "But if you want me to ask you, I can ask."

"Okay you can ask me, and later I'll ask you."

"Forget it."

"Don't be so serious Reese, this is just a game, this is a boring trip of three hours." Helena said "Do you want to just stay here looking each other stupidly? Came on, I don't bite and… after all these years to be playing the cat-mouse game, I think, that it will be good time to get to know each other. You worked extra-hours for me. I'm here, ask me. Its your opportunity, I can be honest with you. This is just between you and me, here are no judges or policemen, just you and me."

He raised his brown and looke her. "Who are you?"

"Helena Kyle, cat-burglar, 24 years old. Bad student. I love jewels, money, freedom… men." She blinked to him. "My turn."

"No, you didn't answer me."

"I answered you."

"How could you jump between all those buildings? How do you fight the way you do? Why did your eyes change?"

Helena rolled her eyes. "I can't talk about some things."

"Why not?"

"You couldn't understand."

"You said, [I]I'll answer you everything[/I]." He crossed his arms.

She moved her head down, after a few seconds she raised her head. "Okay, but please just answer me before something… Do you really think that I killed those people?"

He frownered "Is that important?"

"Yes. In some way… we are like… friends…yes… and… maybe, well… I would like to know what you think." She locked her eyes on him.

Their looks were fixed on each other long seconds. "No." he finally responded.

Helena smiled with sadness "Thanks."

"Why it is important for you?"

"Nobody believes in a burglar, nobody cares about who am I or how am I, nobody believes in me. Since I lost my mother, my whole life has turned into a nightmare." She played nervous with her fingers "The people want see me fried in an electric chair. Don't think its easy to live with knowing that many people want to see you dead. Just two people believe my word. You are one of those two people."

She wanted to believe in some one, she needed try to feel that she wasn't alone. She had been alone the last few years and her past had been more than difficult. She closed her eyes. She wanted to rest, feel free of all that madness just for a second.

He couldn't deny that he felt friendly towards her. She looked fragile, and strong at the same time. She looked sweet, rough, sexy and dangerous. It was an exciting combination. He wanted to make her feel better. But he was a cop, and she a prisioner. She followed justice and the shine of the money.