"Helena you play so much with your luck," Barbara scolded her. "He could have killed you back there."

"I'm dead anyway," she said sitting in the kitchen.

"Would you like dinner Miss Helena?" Alfred asked. The girl nodded.

"I don't like that you expose yourself like this," Barbara explained.

"Barbara, I was acting like me." Helena sighed. "I convinced him; I did the deal, he is going to show the police that I'm inoccent. Now we need to focus on stealing that blue diamond."

"Yes, the security box, it's a real change." Dinah put some plans and a picture on the table.

"Piece of cake." Helena winked.

The elevator door opened, Commisioner Gordon walked in. The girls froze when they saw him and stared at him. His face turned red in anger when he saw Helena sitting in the kitchen.

"Oh shit..." Barbara mumbled.

"No bad words at home, Barbara." Helena swallowed.

"I knew it! You knew where she was!" he shouted walking into the kitchen.

"Let me explain, dad..." Barbara turned her chair to him.

"What the hell is this?" He moved toward Helena.

"Hey, calm down." The brunette stood up and he twisted her arm roughly and put her face against the table with his hand. Some glasses fell to the floor. Dinah stood up and moved back, she and Alfred watched him without knowing what to do.

"Dad, no!" Barbara wheeled toward him.

Helena kept unmoving, she could taken him down easily but she didn't do it; he was Barbara's father and he was an old man; she would hurt him.

"What is this?" He looked the plans and the photo of the diamond on the table "Are you helping her?" He yelled at Barbara.

"Dad, please, let her go." Barbara looked at him. "Let me explain..."

"Damn killer, have you brainwashed her?" he twisted Helena's arm more. She groaned. "I'll take you to jail." He took off his handcuffs.

"Dad! Let her go!" Barbara yelled, moving her arms trying to appease him. "Calm down, let us explain everything! Please, trust in me!"

"Master Gordon, let her explain." Alfred said touching his arm.

In bad mood, he released Helena, she stood up, rubbing her arm. "What happened to you?" she asked, annoyed.

"I'm not going to speak to a killer," Gordon replied loudly.

"Hey, watch your mouth!" Helena growled.

"Father please!" Barbara glared at him.

"I can't expect anything good from the daughter of a burglar!"

"Don't go there!" The brunette's eyes changed and she stepped toward him. Dinah took Helena by her arm and pulled her. "Please Helena. Let's go."

"Dad, that's enough!" Barbara shouted. "Sit down now! Please Helena, let me talk with him."

"Give thanks, if you weren't Barbara's father..." Helena growled, Dinah pulled her slowly out of the kitchen.

Barbara faced her father. "After you listen to me, you must apologize to her."

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"Oh man, you must be joking." Helena sat over the bed with her back against the headboard. Dinah was lying down on the opposite side of the mattress.

Dinah nodded her head. Helena rolled her eyes. "I can't believe it!" She took out a cigarrete and lit it.

"Barbara doesn't like for you to smoke here."

"She won't know if you don't tell her. So, the cop and I...? Dammit that's crazy."

"Why not?"

"He is a cop!" he said.

"And you're a crimefighter!"

Helena rolled her eyes. "I like so much my present. I don't see myself as a crimefighter."

"Sometimes neither do I."

Helena smirked and looked the blond girl. She gave her the cigarrete. "Take it."

"I don't smoke." Dinah denied it.

"Just one taste."

"No.

Helena moved towards her and lay down on her stomach in front of her. "Just once." Dinah looked the cigarette, not convinced. "One, just one long and deep. Come on blondie, you must try some day," the brunette insisted.

"Barbara will be pissed," the teen said in low voice.

"Barbara is not your nanny." Helena rolled her eyes "Come on."

Dinah tentatively took the cigarrete and put it to her lips.

"Okay," Helena instructed, "Now take a deep breath and taste the smoke, let it fill your lungs and then let it go slowly."

Dinah did as Helena told her.

"Dinah!" Barbara's voice echoed in the room. Helena frowned, closing her eyes, and Dinah coughed standing up.

"What are you doing, Helena?" Barbara, annoyed, wheeled inside the room.

Helena put her hand under her chin tapping her fingers over the mattress. "Just talking with Dinah."

The teen continued coughing.

"Talking?" Barbara picked up the cigarette that Dinah had thrown to the floor "What is this then?"

"Oh, you found it! I had it lost!"

Barbara glared at the brunette. "I've told you so many times not to smoke inside the Clock Tower"

"Okay, okay." Helena stood up and took the cigarette, she put it in the trash, she turned to see Dinah who was still coughing. "Come on Dinah, was just one shot."

"Sorry... cof... coff..."

"Well, dad is still pissed but he is going to give me time," she explained.

Helena raised her brow. "Does he believe that story about the time and the change of our future? Even I don't believe it yet."

"Of course not, I left out some points. I just told him it was all was a trap for you -- Revenge by an old enemy and that we are going to trap him."

"How much time?" Helena crossed her arms.

"Ten days. We have ten days." Barbara pressed her lips.

"Cool, if Dr. Destiny doesn't kills, the police will do it, my future looks very hopeful." She walked toward Dinah who was coughing yet and patted her back. "Hey kid, feel better?"

"I'll kill you..." she coughed.

"Take a number."

"Okay, okay." Barbara said. "Everybody go to sleep, we will work on this tomorrow." She wheeled to the door "And no cigarettes, do you hear me?"

"Yes mom."

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Barbara was sleeping deeply in her room, she had worked until earlt morning at the Delphi. Someone opened the curtains, the sun shined right on her face and she covered it with her pillow.

"Wake up!"

Barbara growled and covered her face with her blankets. She felt a heavy weight next to her.

"Barbara, wake up." A hand shook her shoulder.

"Helena, Dinah... I'm tired, let me sleep."

"Barbara, look!" Dinah exclaimed.

Barbara sighed and blinked trying to open her eyes, Helena was showing her a newspaper. "What's that?"

"The police stopped the gang involved in the explosion in Metrópolis." The brunette smiled. "They got an anonymous call. They were preparing another attempt. They confessed that they planted the evidence against me to distract the police."

Barbara sat and took her glasses off the night table to read the newspaper.

"Destiny turned on his own men just to have the blue diamond." Dinah sat in the other side of the bed.

"He's sending you the sign." Barbara looked Helena. "He wants it."

"Yes, we need to go for it."

"Okay." Barbara smiled. "Let's go for it."

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Reese walked toward his car. He had been working almost all night. He had an appointment with some friends in a bar. He needed a drink after the last days. The thing that bothered him more than anything was Helena's attitude; he knew that the last robberies of diamonds we her work. Why was she getting involved in more trouble, knowing that the police were looking for her? She was crazy, definitively. He took his keys and pressed the unlock button.

"Hi, Detective."

He almost jumped when he heard the voice behind him. He turned and saw her, she smiled. Damn, she looked so beautiful when she smiled. After a few seconds lost in his thoughts, he shook his head and took off his pistol pointing at her her. "Don't move."

Helena rolled her eyes. "Shit, will the day ever come when you and I can talk like two normal people? Put that damn gun down. I'm not armed." She showed him her hands.

"You..." Reese was conflicted by his feeling of happiness at seeing her and his duty.

"Now I understand why you don't have a girlfriend."

He shook his head and put his gun back at his side. He seemed to be annoyed.

Helena noticed that. "I thought you would feel happy to see me again." She noticed a patch over his head. She hesitated and raised her hand to touch it lightly. "Are you okay? Is it from the crash?"

"Yes, yes.." he moved his head back "Thanks to your friends that helped you escape."

"Well, that was something that I didn't expect. It wasn't my fault."

"Helena, tell me... why?" he asked facing her. "Why do you keep robbing? Why? The police are looking for you? Don't understand that you are in a really big trouble?"

"Robbery?" She feigned innocence.

"Don't joke with me! We know that you committed the last three jewlery robberies. They were your MO."

"Oh, you know my ways... If that is true, you know I didn't kill those people."

Reese moved his head "Why you don't surrender to the police and... ?"

"I proved my innocence. I didn't kill those people. You know it, the police got the killers, the real ones."

"Yes, but you still have a trial for burglary."

"Ah, that's a minor problem." She smiled flirting with him. "Aren't you happy to know I'm innocent?"

"Yes, of course yes..." he fixed his eyes on her blue eyes. "Really, it makes me feel so happy."

Helena smiled.

"Come with me," Reese asked "finish this. You have a trial..."

"I know it, I know it." She rested her back on his car putting her hands inside her pockets. "But I need to finish some business first."

"Business? You? Nothing good I guess."

"Oh man, you have a really bad image of me."

"It's not that." He moved his hand over his head.

"Give me time," Helena requested. "Just let me help a friend, trap the guy that created all this mess and that involved me in this problem."

He laughed. "Wait a second, wait a second, are you going to act like a crime fighter? That's not you!"

"I know it, I'm a burglar, but I'm a person too," she growled, "and I owe this to the person that believed in me and that helped me to prove my innocence. And I need to catch the son of bitch that killed those kids and that put false evidence in my apartment."

"But we got the killers..."

"Yes, but I'm talking about the top guy, the mastermind behind all this."

"Who is it?" He rested his hand next to her head and leaned over her.

She smiled and cocked her head. "Don't be impatient, just give me time." She could smell his lotion, it smelled so good.

"Why?"

Helena raised her eyes and locked her pupils on his. "Because I'm asking you." She traced his jaw lightly. "Please." He had something, something that attracted her.

"And... why... must I..." He felt something was wrong, really wrong. It was his duty trap her in that moment, she was a fugitive, a criminal. But those eyes, her scent...

Helena moved forward and kissed him, she brushed her lips on his. Both closed their eyes; he felt trapped in the moment as she did.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled.

"Proving...," she bit his lower lip, "...a theory..."

"...Theory?" He kissed her back. "What theory?"

"...about destiny..." She opened her mouth, he was sweet and tender.

"What destiny?" he moved lightly back.

"Shut up, Reese..." She pulled him to her and he wrapped his arms around her.