Disclaimer: I don't own The Birds Of Prey, they belong to DC Comics and the
Warner Brothers Network.
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Spoilers: Starts just after Episode #8: "Lady Shiva", but moves all the way to the end of the season.
Warning: This is a story that revolves around a Slash-Romance of Helena/Dinah, if that bothers you or is illegal in your area, then please DO NOT READ; you have been warned!
Distribution: Want, Ask, Have. Just drop me a line, and I'll send it your way!
Author's Note: I am a *HUGE* fan of the show, have them all on tape, but I have never written any Birds Of Prey FanFiction before. Therefore! Any advice would be greatly appreciated and any flames will be used to heat my house as heating is getting expensive.
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= = = (*Our Un-Thought Thoughts*) = = =
Dinah lashed out at the punching bag, beating it with all her might, wanting to work out all this frustration that had been building inside of her. She hated this tightly packed bag of wool, with it's pleather exterior, she hated the duct tape that had to be placed over the over- worked areas, but most of all . . . she hated herself for hating it. She needed something to despise, to loathe, to detest. The pain never stopped, and the only emotion she felt that was stronger then the pain was her hate. It kept her focused, it kept her sane. Well, that and a certain associate . . .
"Dinah! Take it easy on the bag, will ya? You've almost worn a hole in it already." Helena called from across the room where she was stretching. Dinah smiled sheepishly, and walked over to the bench. As she unwrapped her gloves from her hands, she watched Helena stretching. {She's so limber,} she thought, {Hmm . . . must be another Huntress Super-Power}. Weather it was a Huntress thing or a Helena thing, Dinah didn't care. They were the same person in the same body, and Dinah admired the whole package. The only problem was, the young girl was admiring it a little too much.
Dinah sat down and looked over at her flat-out-refused-to-be-mentor. She was breathtaking. Dinah had been fascinated with Helena since their first encounter, and that fascination turned into Aw as they started spending more time together. Somewhere along the lines her fascination turned into affection, and now she didn't know what to do. She had never been attracted to women before, but she certainly didn't mind it now. Helena got up and set out the mats for them to work with.
"Okay Super-Kid, lets see what you've got." Dinah sighed at being called Super-Kid, she did have a name, and she didn't understand why Helena loved to point out the fact that she was older. Walking onto the mat the young girl got into her ready position. Helena nodded and dove at her, Dinah moved aside and turned to face her. Helena reached out and grabbed Dinah by the front of her shirt, pulling her in slightly. Dinah smiled almost evilly.
She didn't pull away, but instead grabbed onto Helena's hand that was holding the fabric of her shirt, not allowing the Huntress to let go. She then slammed her first down on her fore-arm, hitting the nerve near the elbow. Helena tried to pull her arm away, but Dinah's grip wouldn't let her. Dinah quickly stepped back and Helena fell forward as the blonde wrapped her leg around one of Huntress's causing her to fall to the ground. Dinah released her grip, and Helena sprung to her feet, smiling at the young girl.
"Not bad, Kid. You seem to be learning Kung-Fu quite well." Dinah only half smiled.
"Why do you insist on calling me Kid?" she asked sounding half annoyed half curious. Helena smiled at her, and stood in her ready position.
"Well, it's fitting, you *are* a kid. Besides, it's just a nick-name. Don't take it too personally." She attacked Dinah again, this time with a series of punches, all of which Dinah blocked. That is, until Helena started to cheat a little. Slipping into Huntress-Mode, eyes turning amber and cat-like, she started going fast, but Dinah held her own for a while. Finally, she got her opening, and Helena got the young girl into a head lock.
"What are you gonna do now, kid?" it wasn't jarring, just a question, as though quizzing Dinah on her fighting knowledge.
"Improvise." She jumped up, and slammed her heels into Helena's knee-caps, causing them to fall back onto the mat, though the grip around her neck was still strong. Dinah swung her legs to the left, and twisted her body so that now she was able to squirm out of the Huntress's grip. Both got up, and took a few deep breaths.
"Good move." Helena breathed, "You think that one up on your own?" Dinah nodded. "It was good, but you'd lose some points for effectiveness. What are the four moves one must achieve in order to win a Kung-Fu fight?" Dinah sighed, she preferred learning how to fight the particle way, by experience.
"Block, cause pain, disarm, neutralize opponent." Helena smiled and nodded, asking which step she forgotten. "Neutralize. You could have gotten up and chased after me."
"Good. Now, what could you have done to keep me from going after you?" Dinah thought for a second.
"Step on your crotch when I went to get up?" Helena actually laughed, but nodded.
"I hadn't though of that one, Kid. Glad you didn't think of it at the time." She tossed Dinah her towel and a bottle of water. "Why don't you work with the Body-Bag for a while, practice with some weapons for a bit, and then take a shower and do your homework." Dinah nodded and went over to the weapons case.
"Do you think I could go out and do a sweep with you later?" Dinah loved going on sweeps, but Helena always babied her, not letting her do things on her own. She turned around, collapsible fighting sticks in hand, waiting for the brunette's reply.
"I dunno, maybe if it's a slow night. Things haven't been to active lately so . . . sure. Get your work done and then talk to Barbara." Dinah had a million watt smile on her face as Helena left to get a snack from the fridge.
{She's cute,} Helena thought as she searched for the elusive box of pop- tarts, {glad she decided to stay with us}. Helena would never admit it, but she did actually like the young girl. Barbara had always been her mentor, her trainer, which meant telling her what to do, where to go, and so on and so forth. Now that Dinah was the Rookie, not only did that take the training focus off Helena, but it also allowed her to trade rolls. Now she got to be the adult, the one with knowledge, the one teaching and leading. True, Barbara did it too, but at least now she was a little more independent.
But Helena didn't just like Dinah as a student, she was also someone that she genuinely cared about. She was a good friend. When she first got here, and they were fighting Slick Waters, Dinah rushed out to save Helena when she barely even knew her. No one ever just stuck her neck out for Helena like that except for Barbara, but she'd known her since she was born. Dinah meant something to her, and that scared her.
Barbara could take care of herself, and they never really had to fight side by side due to Barbara's disability . . . but Dinah was a whole different story. She wanted to go out there and save the world, she wanted to be in the middle of the action, taking on the bad guys and being the hero. It was Helena's job to lookout for her and train her. If Dinah ever got hurt Helena didn't know what she would do, and it would be her fault. She knew that Dinah was good, and could handle her self quite well, but there was always the unexpected. What if Dinah was in trouble and Helena could not get to her in time? Helena didn't want to think about it, the thoughts scared her too much.
The toaster clicked, and she took out her pop-tarts and put them on a plate. Suddenly, the plate floated out of her hand. Helena, to scared to pause and think, started punching at the air around the plate. She stopped when she heard Dinah laugh from the other side of the room. Looking over at the blonde Helena saw Dinah staring at the plate unblinkingly as it floated over to her.
"What, you thought we had a ghost or something?" Dinah asked sitting down on the coach. Helena tried not to smile, but it was hard, it had been a pretty cool trick.
"No, more like invisible Meta loose in the Clock-Tower . . ." Helena sat down next to the young girl, taking her plate back and biting into her toaster-pastries. "Since when can you do that? Last I checked you could only shake stuff when you were really pissed off . . . well, that and throw things without meaning to." Dinah smiled smugly.
"It's pretty cool, huh? I've been practicing." Helena broke off a piece of her snack and handed it to Dinah. "Thanks." They sat their eating quietly until Barbara came in, looking a little more tired than usual. She huffed and wheeled in front of her computer, getting ready for work. They watched her as she typed furiously, opening files and sighing every now and then. The two girls on the couch looked at each other and then back at the huffy red-head.
"What's up Barb? We didn't hear the Dalphi monitors go off . . ." Helena asks slowly. Barbara turned around, and looked at them sadly. She ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath.
"It's nothing, just something I have to deal with on my own." She got a stern look from both girls after saying this.
"That went *so well* last time as I recall." Helena said sarcastically with a hint of anger. The incident with Lady Shiva had been particularly hard for Huntress, finding out her best-friend was a criminal and Bat-Girl's Arch nemesis. "Really Barbara, what is it? We can help. Besides, I promised the Kid some action tonight." Barbara sighed and pulled the files up on the big screen. There on the large monitor was a picture of a boy in the grade above Dinah by the name of Bryan Tickson.
"I know him, he's the captain of the track team. What did he do, rob a bank?" Dinah sounded concerned, which oddly enough made Helena uneasy. Barbara turned around and started typing again.
"Not exactly. It's nothing Crime related, well . . . not exactly. It's a school mater, and I have to take care of it as soon as possible." Helena got up and walked over to her red-headed friend. She gently touched her shoulder, wanting an explanation.
"What did he do Barb?" She glanced up, but then went back to her typing.
"He um . . . he's failing my class. He hasn't handed in enough homework to pass, and his Quiz and Test scores are practically in the negatives. I need to get in contact with the school and set up a meeting with the disciplinary committee." Helena wasn't buying it.
"Okay, I know I haven't been in high school for a while, but why would you contact the *disciplinary* committee because a kid is FAILING? Isn't that something that you'd bring up with his advisor and the principle? I didn't think that Academic Instability was something that was related to discipline . . ." Helena said slowly.
"It's not." Dinah said, now very curious herself, "Gabby is on the disciplinary committee, they deal with things like destruction of public property, or substance abuse, not things related to truancy or Grades." Dinah walked slowly towards the desk as well, looking at the screen. She read the first part of the E-Mail that Barbara had been writing to the Dean about Bryan. The words 'Taunting', 'Threaten', and 'Harassment' stood out more than anything else. "What did he say to you?" she asked slowly. The oldest woman sighed, and hung her head slightly.
"He threatened me. Told me that if I didn't change his grades that he wouldn't get to run track anymore because of Academic Probation. He said that he was counting on track to get into colleges and that if he didn't get in . . . he could get his father to file a law suit. He told me 'not to waste everyone's time, and just change the grades'." Barbara sighed, and went back to typing.
"When I told him that it would be pointless, and that he didn't scare me . . . he grabbed the arms of my chair and wouldn't let me move. Started saying things to me about how I couldn't get away from him, about how he was one of the fastest runners in the state, and I could only go about a mile and hour because of my chair. He told me he wanted the grades changed and that I'd better do what he says 'Or Else' . . . then he shoved my chair back." She huffed and kept typing.
"What a bastard." Helena said disgustedly, "You know this Kid, Dinah?" Helena asked. Dinah was glad she didn't call her 'Kid' for once, but refrained from commenting.
"Yeah, he's in my AP Physics class," she looked at the monitor, "And it looks like my assumptions were right when I bet Gabby he wasn't passing." She smiled slightly, "Looks like I just won five bucks." Helena laughed and shook her head.
"I take it he's not the sharpest tool in the shed?" she asked, looking at the grades herself. Barbara smiled and minimized the windows.
"Okay, these are classified files, and this is a PRIVATE school matter, so *please* just let me work?" They both left her to finish. Dinah went to take a shower while Helena changed to head off to The Dark Horse for her shift. When she came down the ramp she saw Dinah in nothing but a towel gathering up her school stuff. Suddenly, Helena could not tell you why, the room became very warm as she watched the young girl reach down to pick up her bag. Helena shook it off, and headed for the elevator.
"See ya later Kid," Helena said smiling as the doors closed.
"My Name Is DINAH!" she yelled quickly. She laughed. It was an okay nick-name, but she wished she'd be called by her actual name more often. She went to her room and changed, getting ready to do her homework. {I can't wait to go on patrol} she thought with a groan as she pulled out her Civics book.
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= = = (*Old Enough To Know Better*) = = =
{Just my luck,} Helena thought as she ran from roof-top to roof-top, {The one night I'd promise Super-Kid she could come with me, and there's a Bank Robbery!}. Helena jumped off the side of a building and glided to the fire escape on the building opposite. She quickly jumped the rest of the way down, and poked her head out of the ally. Across the street was The Second Bank of New Gothem. She watched as Dinah pulled up in the Hummer, got out, and walked over towards her.
"Got your communicator on?" she asked quietly. The younger girl nodded, and Helena turned hers on too. "You there, Oracle?"
"I'm here Huntress, what's your status?"
"I can see about three guys, all armed, and four hostages." Helena looked to Dinah, "You sure you're ready for this?"
"I'm ready." She looked set, but Helena was still worried. She quickly changed into Huntress-Mode, and smiled.
"Then lets go kick some ass!" She ran across the street and burst through the window of the bank, spraying the criminals with broken glass. She landed, ready to fight. Dinah jumped through the now broken window, going into a roll, and coming up behind one of the robbers. She quickly kicked him, bringing him to his knees and she kicked the gun away.
"Hope you don't mind that we crashed the party!" Dinah said menacingly. {Hey! I get to say the puns!} Helena thought indignantly as she kicked one of the two men that had advanced on her.
"Dinah, go take care of the hostages."
Dinah ran over to the corner where the security guards where being held and untied their ropes. She told them to stay down as they suddenly heard shots ring out. Dinah quickly turned to see Huntress swinging from the fire-sprinkler pipes on the ceiling, kicking the criminals with shocking force. Suddenly, Dinah was grabbed from behind, a strong arm wrapped around her stomach.
"NOBODY MOVE!" the man yelled, pressing his gun into Dinah's temple. The two men stopped fighting, and Huntress jumped down slowly. "Just lettus walk outta here, and nobody's gonna get hurt." Helena looked from the gun to Dinah and back again.
"Dinah, don't move. Just do what he says, and let Huntress deal with this."
"What are you gonna do now?" The man holding Dinah asked threateningly. Helena looked at the young girl pointedly, and said
"Improvise . . ." Dinah smiled, and jumped off the ground, slamming her heels into the man's knees. As they fell hard on the floor, Dinah elbowed him hard in the ribs, causing him to drop the gun. She quickly turned around and stepped on his crotch when she got up. Helena had already knocked the two other guys out.
"Not bad, Kid." Helena said, punching the last man out. "You did really well tonight." Dinah beamed at her, but the smile was short lived.
"You however, did not Huntress . . ."
Barbara sounded mad, and nothing was scarier then a pissed off Oracle. Helena cringed, and looked out the window towards the car. She nodded her head, indicating that they should leave as they heard sirens in the distance. They both piled into the Hummer, and made their way back to the tower.
As they entered the clock-tower they were met with a very upset Barbara sitting behind her desk. She took off her glasses, and put them on the table next to the computer. She crooked her finger at Helena who tried to look innocent and confused. Barbara wasn't buying it, and Dinah knew it.
"I told her not to move, and that you would deal with it. You're supposed to teach her how to fight properly, not teach her not to listen to me." She sounded both annoyed and exasperated, but Helena wouldn't let her finish.
"But you didn't see her! She did really well, and I knew she'd be fine. Besides, what was I supposed to do, let him get away with the money?"
"YES! If it means that Dinah is safe, then YES! The life of a partner is far more important than some guys getting away with a robbery! Besides, the cops would have picked them up eventually or we would have found them." Barbara sighed, and stopped Helena before she could interrupt again. "I'll admit that Dinah is very capable, and she did very well tonight," she turned to look at Dinah as well giving her a small smile, "But you need to teach her how to handle a situation like that if she's ever out on her own. Okay?" Helena put on a face of indifference, and waved it off.
"Fine, whatever." She walked over to the kitchen and looked for the dinner they had been left by Alfred. Barbara looked to Dinah and smiled.
"You really did do well tonight. You've made amazing progress. Perhaps you can go on sweeps more often?" Dinah smiled and nodded.
"Thanks. It was actually fun. I didn't even need the Bird-O-Rang." She placed it back on the table, and went to join Helena at the table. Barbara smiled as she watched them eating, chatting about what had happened and about other little nothings. {I wonder how long it'll take Helena to realize what's going on?} She wondered, and laughed to herself. Turning back to her work, she thought about the possibilities.
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( To Be Continued . . .) ~ VixenRaign ~
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Spoilers: Starts just after Episode #8: "Lady Shiva", but moves all the way to the end of the season.
Warning: This is a story that revolves around a Slash-Romance of Helena/Dinah, if that bothers you or is illegal in your area, then please DO NOT READ; you have been warned!
Distribution: Want, Ask, Have. Just drop me a line, and I'll send it your way!
Author's Note: I am a *HUGE* fan of the show, have them all on tape, but I have never written any Birds Of Prey FanFiction before. Therefore! Any advice would be greatly appreciated and any flames will be used to heat my house as heating is getting expensive.
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= = = (*Our Un-Thought Thoughts*) = = =
Dinah lashed out at the punching bag, beating it with all her might, wanting to work out all this frustration that had been building inside of her. She hated this tightly packed bag of wool, with it's pleather exterior, she hated the duct tape that had to be placed over the over- worked areas, but most of all . . . she hated herself for hating it. She needed something to despise, to loathe, to detest. The pain never stopped, and the only emotion she felt that was stronger then the pain was her hate. It kept her focused, it kept her sane. Well, that and a certain associate . . .
"Dinah! Take it easy on the bag, will ya? You've almost worn a hole in it already." Helena called from across the room where she was stretching. Dinah smiled sheepishly, and walked over to the bench. As she unwrapped her gloves from her hands, she watched Helena stretching. {She's so limber,} she thought, {Hmm . . . must be another Huntress Super-Power}. Weather it was a Huntress thing or a Helena thing, Dinah didn't care. They were the same person in the same body, and Dinah admired the whole package. The only problem was, the young girl was admiring it a little too much.
Dinah sat down and looked over at her flat-out-refused-to-be-mentor. She was breathtaking. Dinah had been fascinated with Helena since their first encounter, and that fascination turned into Aw as they started spending more time together. Somewhere along the lines her fascination turned into affection, and now she didn't know what to do. She had never been attracted to women before, but she certainly didn't mind it now. Helena got up and set out the mats for them to work with.
"Okay Super-Kid, lets see what you've got." Dinah sighed at being called Super-Kid, she did have a name, and she didn't understand why Helena loved to point out the fact that she was older. Walking onto the mat the young girl got into her ready position. Helena nodded and dove at her, Dinah moved aside and turned to face her. Helena reached out and grabbed Dinah by the front of her shirt, pulling her in slightly. Dinah smiled almost evilly.
She didn't pull away, but instead grabbed onto Helena's hand that was holding the fabric of her shirt, not allowing the Huntress to let go. She then slammed her first down on her fore-arm, hitting the nerve near the elbow. Helena tried to pull her arm away, but Dinah's grip wouldn't let her. Dinah quickly stepped back and Helena fell forward as the blonde wrapped her leg around one of Huntress's causing her to fall to the ground. Dinah released her grip, and Helena sprung to her feet, smiling at the young girl.
"Not bad, Kid. You seem to be learning Kung-Fu quite well." Dinah only half smiled.
"Why do you insist on calling me Kid?" she asked sounding half annoyed half curious. Helena smiled at her, and stood in her ready position.
"Well, it's fitting, you *are* a kid. Besides, it's just a nick-name. Don't take it too personally." She attacked Dinah again, this time with a series of punches, all of which Dinah blocked. That is, until Helena started to cheat a little. Slipping into Huntress-Mode, eyes turning amber and cat-like, she started going fast, but Dinah held her own for a while. Finally, she got her opening, and Helena got the young girl into a head lock.
"What are you gonna do now, kid?" it wasn't jarring, just a question, as though quizzing Dinah on her fighting knowledge.
"Improvise." She jumped up, and slammed her heels into Helena's knee-caps, causing them to fall back onto the mat, though the grip around her neck was still strong. Dinah swung her legs to the left, and twisted her body so that now she was able to squirm out of the Huntress's grip. Both got up, and took a few deep breaths.
"Good move." Helena breathed, "You think that one up on your own?" Dinah nodded. "It was good, but you'd lose some points for effectiveness. What are the four moves one must achieve in order to win a Kung-Fu fight?" Dinah sighed, she preferred learning how to fight the particle way, by experience.
"Block, cause pain, disarm, neutralize opponent." Helena smiled and nodded, asking which step she forgotten. "Neutralize. You could have gotten up and chased after me."
"Good. Now, what could you have done to keep me from going after you?" Dinah thought for a second.
"Step on your crotch when I went to get up?" Helena actually laughed, but nodded.
"I hadn't though of that one, Kid. Glad you didn't think of it at the time." She tossed Dinah her towel and a bottle of water. "Why don't you work with the Body-Bag for a while, practice with some weapons for a bit, and then take a shower and do your homework." Dinah nodded and went over to the weapons case.
"Do you think I could go out and do a sweep with you later?" Dinah loved going on sweeps, but Helena always babied her, not letting her do things on her own. She turned around, collapsible fighting sticks in hand, waiting for the brunette's reply.
"I dunno, maybe if it's a slow night. Things haven't been to active lately so . . . sure. Get your work done and then talk to Barbara." Dinah had a million watt smile on her face as Helena left to get a snack from the fridge.
{She's cute,} Helena thought as she searched for the elusive box of pop- tarts, {glad she decided to stay with us}. Helena would never admit it, but she did actually like the young girl. Barbara had always been her mentor, her trainer, which meant telling her what to do, where to go, and so on and so forth. Now that Dinah was the Rookie, not only did that take the training focus off Helena, but it also allowed her to trade rolls. Now she got to be the adult, the one with knowledge, the one teaching and leading. True, Barbara did it too, but at least now she was a little more independent.
But Helena didn't just like Dinah as a student, she was also someone that she genuinely cared about. She was a good friend. When she first got here, and they were fighting Slick Waters, Dinah rushed out to save Helena when she barely even knew her. No one ever just stuck her neck out for Helena like that except for Barbara, but she'd known her since she was born. Dinah meant something to her, and that scared her.
Barbara could take care of herself, and they never really had to fight side by side due to Barbara's disability . . . but Dinah was a whole different story. She wanted to go out there and save the world, she wanted to be in the middle of the action, taking on the bad guys and being the hero. It was Helena's job to lookout for her and train her. If Dinah ever got hurt Helena didn't know what she would do, and it would be her fault. She knew that Dinah was good, and could handle her self quite well, but there was always the unexpected. What if Dinah was in trouble and Helena could not get to her in time? Helena didn't want to think about it, the thoughts scared her too much.
The toaster clicked, and she took out her pop-tarts and put them on a plate. Suddenly, the plate floated out of her hand. Helena, to scared to pause and think, started punching at the air around the plate. She stopped when she heard Dinah laugh from the other side of the room. Looking over at the blonde Helena saw Dinah staring at the plate unblinkingly as it floated over to her.
"What, you thought we had a ghost or something?" Dinah asked sitting down on the coach. Helena tried not to smile, but it was hard, it had been a pretty cool trick.
"No, more like invisible Meta loose in the Clock-Tower . . ." Helena sat down next to the young girl, taking her plate back and biting into her toaster-pastries. "Since when can you do that? Last I checked you could only shake stuff when you were really pissed off . . . well, that and throw things without meaning to." Dinah smiled smugly.
"It's pretty cool, huh? I've been practicing." Helena broke off a piece of her snack and handed it to Dinah. "Thanks." They sat their eating quietly until Barbara came in, looking a little more tired than usual. She huffed and wheeled in front of her computer, getting ready for work. They watched her as she typed furiously, opening files and sighing every now and then. The two girls on the couch looked at each other and then back at the huffy red-head.
"What's up Barb? We didn't hear the Dalphi monitors go off . . ." Helena asks slowly. Barbara turned around, and looked at them sadly. She ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath.
"It's nothing, just something I have to deal with on my own." She got a stern look from both girls after saying this.
"That went *so well* last time as I recall." Helena said sarcastically with a hint of anger. The incident with Lady Shiva had been particularly hard for Huntress, finding out her best-friend was a criminal and Bat-Girl's Arch nemesis. "Really Barbara, what is it? We can help. Besides, I promised the Kid some action tonight." Barbara sighed and pulled the files up on the big screen. There on the large monitor was a picture of a boy in the grade above Dinah by the name of Bryan Tickson.
"I know him, he's the captain of the track team. What did he do, rob a bank?" Dinah sounded concerned, which oddly enough made Helena uneasy. Barbara turned around and started typing again.
"Not exactly. It's nothing Crime related, well . . . not exactly. It's a school mater, and I have to take care of it as soon as possible." Helena got up and walked over to her red-headed friend. She gently touched her shoulder, wanting an explanation.
"What did he do Barb?" She glanced up, but then went back to her typing.
"He um . . . he's failing my class. He hasn't handed in enough homework to pass, and his Quiz and Test scores are practically in the negatives. I need to get in contact with the school and set up a meeting with the disciplinary committee." Helena wasn't buying it.
"Okay, I know I haven't been in high school for a while, but why would you contact the *disciplinary* committee because a kid is FAILING? Isn't that something that you'd bring up with his advisor and the principle? I didn't think that Academic Instability was something that was related to discipline . . ." Helena said slowly.
"It's not." Dinah said, now very curious herself, "Gabby is on the disciplinary committee, they deal with things like destruction of public property, or substance abuse, not things related to truancy or Grades." Dinah walked slowly towards the desk as well, looking at the screen. She read the first part of the E-Mail that Barbara had been writing to the Dean about Bryan. The words 'Taunting', 'Threaten', and 'Harassment' stood out more than anything else. "What did he say to you?" she asked slowly. The oldest woman sighed, and hung her head slightly.
"He threatened me. Told me that if I didn't change his grades that he wouldn't get to run track anymore because of Academic Probation. He said that he was counting on track to get into colleges and that if he didn't get in . . . he could get his father to file a law suit. He told me 'not to waste everyone's time, and just change the grades'." Barbara sighed, and went back to typing.
"When I told him that it would be pointless, and that he didn't scare me . . . he grabbed the arms of my chair and wouldn't let me move. Started saying things to me about how I couldn't get away from him, about how he was one of the fastest runners in the state, and I could only go about a mile and hour because of my chair. He told me he wanted the grades changed and that I'd better do what he says 'Or Else' . . . then he shoved my chair back." She huffed and kept typing.
"What a bastard." Helena said disgustedly, "You know this Kid, Dinah?" Helena asked. Dinah was glad she didn't call her 'Kid' for once, but refrained from commenting.
"Yeah, he's in my AP Physics class," she looked at the monitor, "And it looks like my assumptions were right when I bet Gabby he wasn't passing." She smiled slightly, "Looks like I just won five bucks." Helena laughed and shook her head.
"I take it he's not the sharpest tool in the shed?" she asked, looking at the grades herself. Barbara smiled and minimized the windows.
"Okay, these are classified files, and this is a PRIVATE school matter, so *please* just let me work?" They both left her to finish. Dinah went to take a shower while Helena changed to head off to The Dark Horse for her shift. When she came down the ramp she saw Dinah in nothing but a towel gathering up her school stuff. Suddenly, Helena could not tell you why, the room became very warm as she watched the young girl reach down to pick up her bag. Helena shook it off, and headed for the elevator.
"See ya later Kid," Helena said smiling as the doors closed.
"My Name Is DINAH!" she yelled quickly. She laughed. It was an okay nick-name, but she wished she'd be called by her actual name more often. She went to her room and changed, getting ready to do her homework. {I can't wait to go on patrol} she thought with a groan as she pulled out her Civics book.
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= = = (*Old Enough To Know Better*) = = =
{Just my luck,} Helena thought as she ran from roof-top to roof-top, {The one night I'd promise Super-Kid she could come with me, and there's a Bank Robbery!}. Helena jumped off the side of a building and glided to the fire escape on the building opposite. She quickly jumped the rest of the way down, and poked her head out of the ally. Across the street was The Second Bank of New Gothem. She watched as Dinah pulled up in the Hummer, got out, and walked over towards her.
"Got your communicator on?" she asked quietly. The younger girl nodded, and Helena turned hers on too. "You there, Oracle?"
"I'm here Huntress, what's your status?"
"I can see about three guys, all armed, and four hostages." Helena looked to Dinah, "You sure you're ready for this?"
"I'm ready." She looked set, but Helena was still worried. She quickly changed into Huntress-Mode, and smiled.
"Then lets go kick some ass!" She ran across the street and burst through the window of the bank, spraying the criminals with broken glass. She landed, ready to fight. Dinah jumped through the now broken window, going into a roll, and coming up behind one of the robbers. She quickly kicked him, bringing him to his knees and she kicked the gun away.
"Hope you don't mind that we crashed the party!" Dinah said menacingly. {Hey! I get to say the puns!} Helena thought indignantly as she kicked one of the two men that had advanced on her.
"Dinah, go take care of the hostages."
Dinah ran over to the corner where the security guards where being held and untied their ropes. She told them to stay down as they suddenly heard shots ring out. Dinah quickly turned to see Huntress swinging from the fire-sprinkler pipes on the ceiling, kicking the criminals with shocking force. Suddenly, Dinah was grabbed from behind, a strong arm wrapped around her stomach.
"NOBODY MOVE!" the man yelled, pressing his gun into Dinah's temple. The two men stopped fighting, and Huntress jumped down slowly. "Just lettus walk outta here, and nobody's gonna get hurt." Helena looked from the gun to Dinah and back again.
"Dinah, don't move. Just do what he says, and let Huntress deal with this."
"What are you gonna do now?" The man holding Dinah asked threateningly. Helena looked at the young girl pointedly, and said
"Improvise . . ." Dinah smiled, and jumped off the ground, slamming her heels into the man's knees. As they fell hard on the floor, Dinah elbowed him hard in the ribs, causing him to drop the gun. She quickly turned around and stepped on his crotch when she got up. Helena had already knocked the two other guys out.
"Not bad, Kid." Helena said, punching the last man out. "You did really well tonight." Dinah beamed at her, but the smile was short lived.
"You however, did not Huntress . . ."
Barbara sounded mad, and nothing was scarier then a pissed off Oracle. Helena cringed, and looked out the window towards the car. She nodded her head, indicating that they should leave as they heard sirens in the distance. They both piled into the Hummer, and made their way back to the tower.
As they entered the clock-tower they were met with a very upset Barbara sitting behind her desk. She took off her glasses, and put them on the table next to the computer. She crooked her finger at Helena who tried to look innocent and confused. Barbara wasn't buying it, and Dinah knew it.
"I told her not to move, and that you would deal with it. You're supposed to teach her how to fight properly, not teach her not to listen to me." She sounded both annoyed and exasperated, but Helena wouldn't let her finish.
"But you didn't see her! She did really well, and I knew she'd be fine. Besides, what was I supposed to do, let him get away with the money?"
"YES! If it means that Dinah is safe, then YES! The life of a partner is far more important than some guys getting away with a robbery! Besides, the cops would have picked them up eventually or we would have found them." Barbara sighed, and stopped Helena before she could interrupt again. "I'll admit that Dinah is very capable, and she did very well tonight," she turned to look at Dinah as well giving her a small smile, "But you need to teach her how to handle a situation like that if she's ever out on her own. Okay?" Helena put on a face of indifference, and waved it off.
"Fine, whatever." She walked over to the kitchen and looked for the dinner they had been left by Alfred. Barbara looked to Dinah and smiled.
"You really did do well tonight. You've made amazing progress. Perhaps you can go on sweeps more often?" Dinah smiled and nodded.
"Thanks. It was actually fun. I didn't even need the Bird-O-Rang." She placed it back on the table, and went to join Helena at the table. Barbara smiled as she watched them eating, chatting about what had happened and about other little nothings. {I wonder how long it'll take Helena to realize what's going on?} She wondered, and laughed to herself. Turning back to her work, she thought about the possibilities.
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( To Be Continued . . .) ~ VixenRaign ~