Helena slit open one of the boxes in the corner that came from her house. She rummaged to the bottom till she came up with a black bag. It contained a part of her that her mother never new about. Slinging the bag over her shoulder she called to Sammy.

"Sammy, I am going to go visit Barbara. I need to walk so I wont need a ride. Please, let Laura know." Helena patted Sammy on the head and slipped out.

She headed to Old Gotham and stepped into an old abandoned house. She had been here many times. She used to sneak out after her mother went to work and meet some old friends here. Her mother would never have approved of it. She would say they were inappropriate to hang around, but Helena needed to experience some things on her own first.

Helena walked down the hall and went into a room on the left. This was the old room she used to change in. The windows were boarded up and there was an oil lamp she could light to change in. Helena unzipped the bag and quickly changed. The black pants were 100% leather. They fit tight and were low cut. Her tattoo, another thing she never told her mother about, was completely visible on the bottom half of her back. She pulled on a tight black shirt with high sleeves. She slipped her feet into high black boots. Around her neck, she placed a black cat color with a cathead for the tag, on it was engraved kitten. A present from her boyfriend. In her ears went black stud diamonds, courtesy of her first steal. A bar bell was added to her tong, and lastly she pulled out a black trench coat. Now she looked the way she felt. She wished the gang was still around, but the leader, her boyfriend, was arrested two years ago. That was when her mother found out about her little night runs. She never understood why her mom came down on her so hard, but now she knew why. Like it or not, Helena was on the path her mother used to lead.

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Helena raced down the back allies of New Gotham, heading towards the hospital. Her rage pushed her to run harder. There was a fence ahead of her. She stepped on a near by trashcan and soared over the fence with ease. She walked passed the night guard with no problem, though he eyed her clothing suspiciously. The nurses on Barbara's floor were on rounds so it was easy for her to walk down the hall. Walking into Barbara's room, she picked up a pillow from the chair and chucked it at Barbara's back.

Barbara sat up with a start, "What in the world! Helena, what are you doing here? You should be..." Barbara stopped short when she saw how Helena was dressed, "Helena, what are you dressed like that for?"

Helena passed in front of Barbara, "Why didn't you ever tell me? You had no right to keep something this big from me. I thought you were my friend. No, you're no friend, you're just a lousy crime fighter who got herself shot. Isn't that right, Batgirl," Helena spit out the last words with venom.

"I take it you read the letter." Barbara's voice cracked from the hate in Helena's.

"Ya, you could say that. How could you not tell me? I deserved to know. So, what does this make me? More of a freak than I already was? I am not even a real human, I am some metahuman. I am a freak."

"No, you're not. You're just different than others. I can help you find your place. Where you belong."

"No, I want nothing to do with you. I want nothing to do with my family, friends, or life. It is time for me to do things my way," The sound in Helena's voice made Barbara worried.

"Helena, what are you going to do?"

"I need some time to think. Maybe, I can find some guys who will help me."

"Help you with what?"

"I am going to find my mother's killer, and I will take revenge for her death. I will make him pay for killing my mother."

Barbara was unprepared to deal with Helena's rage. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "You may not believe this, Helena, but revenge won't make you feel better."

"Yes it will! It will dull my pain and make me feel better."

"Helena, revenge might dull the pain, but the less we feel, the less we are."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You have to figure that out on your own. I am afraid I can't tell you that."

"Whatever. I am out of here and don't try to stop me," Helena turned towards the door.

"Helena, wait. I won't try to stop you. You have to figure some things out on your own, but I will always be here for you. You will always have a place in my house. I do care about you, Helena. And I will always, always be here for you."

"How can I trust what you say, when you have lied to me for so long?" Barbara glanced down to come up with an answer. When she looked up, Helena was gone.

Barbara picked up the phone and dialed Laura's cell phone, "Laura, Helena has taken off."

"What do you mean? Did she run away? Sammy said she was going to go see you."

"She did, she is very much like her mother."

"What do you mean?"

"She was dressed in all black leather. She wants revenge, Laura."

"And you just let her go! I could have stopped her. I bet Sammy could pick up her trail, I will head out after her."

"No, she needs to decide who she is. She knows the truth now, and needs time to think and adjust. She will be back. I don't know when, but she will be."

"How are you so sure? She could decide to lead the life of her mother."

"Because she is Batman's little girl. She may have her mother's wild spirit, but somewhere in her is her father's since of Justice. She just needs to find it. In time I believe she will."

"I hope your right, Barbara. Thanks for calling me."

"Not a problem, Laura. Goodnight."

"Night, Babs."