"Reese, I don't know where she is," Barbara said to the detective. They were at his office. He had called her. Angrily, he paced around the room. He was frustrated after the escape of the brunette. He had a small patch on his forehead.

"You must know," he said to her.

"Detective, she was your responsibility; not mine."

"You contracted her lawyer; she trusts you."

"You know her, she doesn't listen to anyone!" Barbara protested.

"This will turn worse for her. Tell her to come back." Reese put his hands over the arms of the wheelchair and leaned over her.

"I promise to speak with her, if she calls me, but I'm not sure if she will," Barbara told him.

He moved his hands nervously and stepped back. "The governor is angry, he wants her. The entire police force is trying to trap her now."

Barbara looked at him in silence. Reese sat on his desk.

"Who is the blond girl?" he asked.

Barbara was upset "Were you keeping an eye on me?"

"Sorry, it was necessary to be sure. The last robberies, you know it's her; it's her behavior, but using a sophisticated technology."

"Yes, right, the robberies have so much of her style. But I haven't seen her." She took a deep breath, feeling annoyed.

"Who is the girl?" he asked her again.

"She is a friend's daughter. Dinah Lance, she came here on vacation. Satisfied? Now excuse me. You called me to talk, not to an interrogation. If you want my statement; give me a court order." She stormed out of the office.

He rubbed his eyes with his left hand. He was tired and was worried for the brunette. He knew someone was trying to kill her; he was sure she was innoccent of the murders, but this escape had complicated things. He looked where Barbara had gone, and he was sure she knew more than what she said.

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Dinah was sat alone on the balcony. She looked at the horizon. Her mind wasn't there, it was in another place; it was weird how all seemed be the same but at the same time many things had changed. Her life; she wanted to go back to her home and wanted her friends to be as she had known them. She wasn't sure if even recovering the stone wouls allow her to bring her present back, it scared her. Her future would be uncertain if that happened.

"Why are you crying?"

Dinah wiped her tears quickly. "I'm not crying."

"Sure, and I'm a fake brunette." Helena sat next to her. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing."

"You are strange..."

Dinah smiled "Me? No, I just... I feel out of place."

The brunette observed her with curiosity crossing her arms. "Out of place?"

"Look Helena... I know that you don't like me," Dinah smiled when saw her stunned face. "I know, you don't want me here, you don't trust me."

"Barbara told you or... Have you been reading my mind?" she asked angrily.

The teen laughed. "Of course not, with you, it is not necessary to do that. I came to New Gotham to be like you, I wanted that more than I'd ever wanted anything, well, in our real present... and you didn't want me there either. It was hard for me convince you that you could trust me."

Helena sighed "Look kid, what we do is dangerous. I've been out in the field on my own for a very long time and that's the way I like it."

"I've heard that speech before..." Dinah laughed thinking how many things were happening again, in a different way but happening.

"Trust isn't something that you can't just be given, it has to be earned!" Helena said almost exasperated. "So why can't you just tell us the truth? That story... you know it's a lie!"

"That's the truth. If you would just give me a chance, I know I could prove it to you." Dinah looked her while she thought and now she is going to say, 'When? When we're out in the field and it's full-on kill-or-be-killed combat?

"When?" Helena paced at the balcony "When we're out in the field and it's full-on kill-or-be-killed combat?"

"I need to be completely sure that someone's got my back." Dinah mumbled in an imperceptible voice.

"I need to be completely sure that someone's got my back" Helena explained, trying to not hurt the kid.

"There's only one person I can count on for that." Dinah said in loud voice.

Helena stood up looking at her, those were the words that she was going to say.

"I dind't read your mind, you told me that once before.." Dinah smirked crossing her arms "In 'our' real present."

"That's crazy!"

"You trusted me after I helped you; you were trapped between a man with a flamethrower and a man with a gun stepped up to your other side. I knocked one of them out and you were able to help Reese who was being drowned by a liquid guy."

"Liquid guy?" Helena shook her head, laughing "You are really insane."

"Helena, just trust me." Dinah stood up in front of her. "I want to help you. I told you who is behind this, I helped you to break out of jail, so you owe me..."

"I owe you what?"

"An opportunity to prove that I'm telling the truth! I just want help you to recover your real life, like Barbara, to prove you are innocent."

"Why? Why do you want help me? How do you expect me to believe that stupid story about past, present and future? I think there is something more, something that you are hiding from us."

Dinah understood that it was hard to convince her of the reality, so she changed her strategy "I want to trap Dr. Destiny, he screwed up my life, your life.. and I want my life back. You want him too, to prove your innocence. Look at things this way-- We are a team to trap him. After that, you can do whatever you want with your life, as can I and Barbara. Okay?"

The brunette hesitated a moment. "Okay."

"Deal." Dinah said and shook her hand..

"Just let me warn you," Helena fixed her feral eyes on her "If you hurt her or even try to hurt her, I will look for you to the ends of the earth to kill you."

"As she would do if anyone had hurt you. Like I'm trying to do right now. I have traveled to the ends of time to help you now." Dinah walked inside the Clock Tower.

Helena watched her go, she was keeping her eye on her; was strange, that girl didn't seem to be afraid of her. In some way it bothered her; but well, she would have opportunity to kick her ass later. She took a cigar out of her pocket and lit it, sitting on the balcony. It was a cold night. She smoked it and closed her eyes feeling the wind playing with her hair. She loved it, she had missed it those days in jail.

Reese's face appeared in her thoughts. She opened her eyeslids and looked down at the city. Maybe it wasn't as crazy as she had thought, after all, her moher had been a burglar and her father the greatest crime fighter in Gotham City. She smiled and took a smoke.

This was damn madness, Helena thought; but Barbara was trying to save her and she wanted to find the person that was behind all that. The only part she still didn't like was Dinah. It was very strange that she suddenly appeared with that fantastic story, she was sure that she wanted more than just "help".

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Oracle guided them to the security box of Central Bank. She had made a duplicate of the earrings and mics inside an air conditioner duct, both girls were dressed in black operating a small crane. With it, she was helping the brunette descend inside the vault.

Helena was wearing special glasses to see the red lights of the alarms inside the room. "I'm in position" she said.

::In front of you there are several boxes.:: she heard Oracle's voice. :: Choose the one that is right in front of you. Put the small box that I gave you on the lock.::

Helena removed small box from the bag that was on her waist and put it over the lock. "Ready Barbara"

::Oracle, it's Oracle..::

"I don't understand why I have to call you that.."

::Just do it! Give me a second:: Oracle began to type at her computer trying to find the electronic code of the security box.

Helena heard Oracle typing "What are you doing?" suddenly the security box opened.

:: Done:: Oracle said.

"Wow!! You are amazing! After all this is over, you must consider the fact that we could be an excellent team."

::Being a burglar? Forget It, I know you, big girl. Take the diamonds and move.::

"Hey, senior super heroe just think about that." The brunette opened the door and took off the small box. She opened it. It was stunning to see those big gems. "Oh my God! They are wonderful." She took one between her fingers "May I keep just one?"

::Helena...::

The brunette grumbled and began to put the diamonds in a small bag. She emptied the box and closing the bag, she tied it around her waist. "Okay blondie, let's go."

: Don't call me blondie.::

Helena felt herself begin to move up. "Well, you aren't exactly a brunette."