"Sure," she laughed, helping her pick up the brunette.

Barbara was sleeping deeply after working all night on the antidote, unsuccessfully. It seemed as if Helena's meta blood had complicated the effect of it. They needed to make some adjustments and increase the dose. She woke up abruptly when she felt someone biting her arm lightly. She moved back and saw Helena watching her with big eyes with her chin resting on the mattress. She meowed at her.

"God, you scared me!" the red head said, sighing and resting her head back on the pillow.

Helena mewled again.

"You are back, right?" Barbara smiled and sat up in the bed. She touched the brunette's forehead and checked her hand. "You are better but... where is the bandage?" The redhead glared at her. Helena mewled and pulled her hand away. She took Barbara's arm with her good hand and pulled her.

"What do you want?"

The girl pulled her arm lightly again, meowing.

"Hungry? Okay, okay, give me a second."

Dinah woke, yawning and went to the kitchen looking for coffee. She rubbed her eyes when she saw Barbara cooking and Helena sitting at the table munching a waffle.

"And now what happened?" she asked sleepily.

"You know, she is always hungry," Barbara said, turning a waffle over in the frying pan. "Want breakfast?"

Dinah sat on the table crossing her arms. "We need to survive another day with you, right Hel?"

Helena watched her while she chewed her waffle.

"Whatever." Dinah took the waffle that was on Helena's plate with her fork, the brunette hissed, annoyed. "You always do the same with my food, don't complain to me now."

Helena growled at Barbara, accusing Dinah. "Dinah, leave her alone." Barbara turned and put more waffles on the table. She gave one more to Helena. The brunette pulled her plate close to her grumbling at Dinah.

"Yea, yea. "Dinah grinned. "Take care of it or I'll..." she moved her fork toward her plate. Helena hissed again and moved it even closer to her.

"Dinah, leave her alone."

"We are just playing." The teen smiled. "Right, Helena?"

The brunette grumbled at her.

"I told you, no "growls" at the table. Now finish your breakfast." Barbara said.

She made guttural sounds holding her plate with one hand and holding the waffle with her free one.

"Yesterday was not funny, Helena," Dinah said. "Wait for my revenge."

"Good morning," Diana greeted.

"Good morning, princess." Barbara smiled "Waffles?"

"Smells good, yes please."

"How do you feel?"

"Fine, thanks." She went toward Helena who was chewing another waffle. "Hey I see you are much better... where is the bandage for your hand?"

"Forget it," Barbara said, sitting at the table "I put it on and as soon as I turn she removes it."

"Is that true?" Diana touched Helena's shoulder, who just looked her and put another piece of waffle in her mouth. "We need to fix this later."

"I called Reese," Barbara said "I asked him for more of the samples that they found in other tanks for us to work with."

The elevator door opened and the detective walked in with a bag in his hand.

"And speak of the devil..." Dinah smiled.

"Hey, how are you?" he greeted everyone.

"Fine, just don't kiss the big cat," Dinah mocked.

"Dinah...." Barbara glared at her.

"Funny." The tall man sighed. "Morning." He stood next to Helena and smiled. "Hey, how are you?"

She muttered a friendly growled and rubbed her head on him.

"Yes, I'm happy to see you too."

"Want breakfast?" Barbara asked him.

"Oh yea, thanks." He sat in a chair between Helena and Dinah.

"Morning, I see everybody woke up early." Alfred said, walking into the kitchen. "Let me guess, Miss Helena."

"Wizard!." Dinah said, pouring a glass of milk for the brunette.

"Almost..." he smiled.

"What happened yesterday? You told me you would explain it to me today," Reese asked to Barbara..

"Well, we had a hard time," she said. "The antidote didn't work."

"You should have seen her being pissed after the third bath." Dinah laughed.

Helena watched him while she kept eating her waffles. He laughed when he heard the part about Helena on the rail and the odyssey of trying to make her come down to get her hand bandaged. Now... he was being so nice with the blonde. She looked at her... And she was having a good time. That was not good. Helena's chewing began to slow and she glared at them.

"Want ham on your waffle?" Reese asked Dinah before putting one on his plate.

"Yes, and some butter too, please."

"We tried to trap her with the dart gun."

Helena hissed.

"She doesn't like that word." Reese raised his brow and looked at Barbara. "You didn't shot her with the dart gun right?"

Helena hissed again.

"We couldn't." Barbara explained "She moved too quickly and I shot Dinah by accident."

He smiled.

"That was not funny," Dinah protested.

"Sorry." Reese laughed, touching her shoulder.

"She soaked the entire floor too," Barbara added, sipping her coffee. "Diana helped us to keet her still on the stretcher. She didn't want to let us fix her hand, she just wanted to lick it."

"I know now why Helena hates drugs." The teen sighed. "It feels terrible."

Reese laughed again. Okay, that was enough. She meowed trying get Reese's attention. But he kept talking with the women. She moved and rubbed her head against his sleeve.

"Helena, don't do that," Barbara said.

He looked at her. "What happened?"

She showed him her hurt hand and mewled pathetically again.

"Old trick." Dinah sighed.

Diana smiled lightly. "She is calling your attention."

Barbara raised her brow. "Helena, you don't take care of your hand, you removed the bandage more than three times and now..." she shook her head, smiling.

"Hey honey, what happened to you" Reese asked. Helena meowed softly looking at her hand and licked it.

"Don't lick your hand, Helena!" Barbara scolded, feeling really frustrated.

Reese laughed. "Oh yes, I see... you are hurt." He took a handkerchief out of his pants. "Don't lick your hand, it's not good. Let me help you." He took her hand gently and covered it with his handkerchief. Helena meowed again, watching him cover her hand.

Barbara was touched. He was being lovely and patient with her. Reese finished and took her hand between his and gave her a light kiss on her palm. "Feel better?"

She meowed again softly and happily went back to her breakfast.

"Thanks Reese," Barbara said.

"Don't thank me. I'm worried for her. What happened with the antidote?"

"The reaction was not good," Diana explained.

"Why not?"

"I don't know, she was in her senses a few minutes and later was back to being feral." Barbara sighed. "I asked for the sample for that reason, I don't have any more. Maybe we need to apply a stronger dose. We had to tranquilize her last night when she tried to run away from the Clocktower."

"Maybe I need to carry one of those dart guns in my pocket," Reese said.

"That's a good idea." Dinah grinned. "I'll have one too."

"No more dart guns," Barbara interrupted.

"It was a good idea." Reese smiled.

"Give me five." Dinah raised her hand and he hit his hand against hers.

Those two were much too friendly. Helena stopped eating and growled very softly.

"Don't growl, Helena. Finish your waffles." Barbara glared at her young charge.

Dinah and Reese keep talking without looking at her. She meowed, but he kept talking to Dinah. She needed to use another technique. She moved and rubbed her head against Reese's sleeve, but he just moved her head back gently.

Diana observed her with curiosity.

Helena moved closer and suddenly felt someone pulling her back to the chair.

"Helena, sit down," the red head scolded her. "Let Reese eat his breakfast." The brunette wasn't hungry. She was annoyed because Reese wasn't paying attention to her and hissed. "Don't make me punish you, Hel."

Helena meowed angrily.

"Now what happened?" Dinah asked. "I'm not touching your food." Dinah filled her glass with more milk. "Here is your milk. What do you want?"

Helena made very strange noises. Dinah sighed and looked at Reese. "And this goes on all day."

"Want some orange juice?" Alfred asked.

"Yes, let me help you," Reese said, taking the pitcher. "Want some, Dinah?"

"Yes, please."

Helena pushed Reese with her elbow casuing him to pour the juice on the table, soaking Dinah and him. She didn't like her near her mate.

"Oh, sorry." He stood up, embarrassed.

"Damn, Helena!" Dinah exclaimed, angrily moving her chair back.

"Helena, keep quiet!" Barbara said in a loud voice.

Reese took a napkin cleaning himself. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry," the teen said, standing up cleaning her pants too.

"I guess she is jealous," Diana noted.

"Jealous?" Dinah asked. "She ruined my pants. I'm going to change," Dinah said. "Come with me, Reese, I'll take you to the bathroom."

"Okay..." he said, following her.

Helena growled angrily, watching them go.

"Helena!" Barbara shouted.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Dinah protested, glaring at Helena.

The brunette hissed.

Dinah walked to the bathroom and Reese took her elbow with his arm. That was enough. Helena didn't like that. She growled and ran toward them.

The movement surprised Diana and Barbara; Helena pushed her blond partner, she stumbled downwards and broke a table in the corridor. Reese tried to hold her but she pushed him too. Dinah turned in time to use her legs to push Helena back when she charged against her.

The amazon stood up quickly and held her by her waist to stop her from attacking Dinah again.

"Helena, calm down!" Barbara wheeled to her, furious.

"Helena, stop!" Dinah shouted, taking her hand to her brow. She had cut it. "What is up with you?"

"She is jealous!" the amazon shouted, trying to prevent the brunette from scratching Dinah. "Helena, calm down!"

Helena escaped Diana's grip. Dinah ducked to avoid her, but Helena managed to hit her with her fist. Diana jumped between both girls and stopped a second blow with her hand. "Stop!" she shouted. Helena struggled and Diana had to push her back.

Barbara arrived at that moment. She moved quickly and grabbed Helena's wrist on her hurt hand with two fingers, creating pressure; Helena cried and fell to the floor on her knees. "Keep quiet or you will be in trouble!" she said. Helena tried to move but Barbara pressed harder and she kept still. "Don't move!"

"What's that?" Dinah asked, stunned.

"An old trick," the red head said. "If I apply the right pressure to a nerve on a wrist, elbow or shoulder joint, it's very painful." Barbara locked her eyes on her young charge "I don't want to hurt you, but I'll do it if you keep trying to hurt Dinah. Calm down!!"

Helena growled and lowered her head. That was hurting.

Barbara began to slowly release the pressure on her wrist. Helena remained still. "That's it, calm down." The girl grunted softly.

Barbara finally released her. As soon as she felt her hand free, Helena ran toward her room.

"I can't believe it!" Reese said.

"Sorry Reese, it's not her fault. I'll be right back. Stay here." Barbara followed her protégé.

Barbara opened the door of Dinah's room: it was completely dark; the curtains were closed. She turned on the light and called to the brunette, but she didn't respond.

"Helena, sorry, I didn't want to do it." She looked around and heard soft whimpers inside the closet. Barbara sighed and wheeled toward it. It broke her heart to see the girl curled up at the back of the closet holding her hurt hand licking it. She had removed the handkerchief that covered it.

"Oh, Helena!" she whispered wheeling toward her.

The brunette meowed and moved back. It had been hurt; she was angry with her but she didn't understand why the blonde was with her mate. She surely wouldn't like it if someone was with her mate either.

"I didn't want... Oh..." Barbara covered her face with her hands. She didn't want to hurt her. But it was so difficult sometimes to control her. She raised her head and looked at her sadly. "Don't lick your hand..." she tried to touch her but she moved back again.

Barbara extended her hand to her. "Come here, please," she called softly.

The girl hid her hand and moved turning her back to the red head.

"Helena, you could have seriously hurt Dinah, that is not good." Barbara extended her arm and rubbed her back. "I'm sorry, but you don't know your own strength."

The red head kept petting her back for a few moments. Finally, she took the girl's arm and tried to pull it to her; Helena refused.

"Come here Hel, come on," she coaxed gently.

Helena didn't move; she turned her head and watched her with fear. She had been mean and she had hurt her; she hid her hand again under her other arm.

"Please come on. Let me see your hand I didn't want to hurt you, you know that, sorry, it was your fault."

Helena hesitated and looked at her.

"Please?"

Barbara took her hand and pulled it gently to her. She rubbed it with kindness. "I'm sorry, does it hurt you?"

Helena meowed.

Barbara examined it carefully. It had almost healed. Helena moved her head close to see what she was doing. Barbara wanted to cover the wound to avoid infections, but the bandaging had thus far been unsuccessful and she seemed to like the handkerchief, she took it and covered her hand with it. When she finished, she kissed her hand gently to show her she didn't want hurt her.

Helena meowed and Barbara pulled her close. "Come here big girl." The brunette moved into her arms. "Yes, that's it." She smiled rubbing her back. "That's it..." Barbara moved back and looked at her. "But I'm still angry with you. You can't attack us, we are your friends. I don't want you to do that again. Dinah is your friend and so is Reese."

Helena growled in protest.

"I don't want to discuss it. No more fights here. Understand? No more fights."

Helena saw Reese and Dinah in the doorway. She moved and hid at the back of the closet again. Barbara looked back and made a sign for them to approach. Dinah took Reese's hand and took him into the closet.

Helena looked at both and lowered her head.

"Helena." Reese extended his hand to her.

"Come here," Dinah said.

The brunette watched Dinah.

"Hey, he's all yours," the teen said, stepping back and patting Reese's shoulder. "Just don't kiss her again, Reese."

"Come here." Reese sat on the floor and took Helena's hand pulling her to him. She hugged him and buried her head in his neck, purring.

"You have a cut on your brow," Barbara told Dinah.

"Nothing serious." The teen crossed her arms and sat on the mattress. "I'm worried about her."

"Yes, me too. We need to work again on that." Barbara looked at Helena. "Helena, come here."

The brunette turned her head towards her mentor.

"Come here, please." She patted the mattress indicating for her to sit next to Dinah.

"Go on, go with her." Reese pushed her gently.

Helena moved and sat on the mattress lowering her head. Barbara took her chin and raised her face. "Look at me, the thing that you did was not right," she said gently. "I want you to apologize to Dinah."

Helena grumbled.

"I want you to apologize to Dinah," Barbara repeated firmly taking Dinah's hand and showing it to Helena. "Give your hand to her, Dinah."

Helena moved her head and looked at Dinah's hand that was near her chest. She raised her head and her eyes locked on Dinah and then on Barbara. It seemed as the redhead wanted her to ask forgiveness from the blonde.

"Apologize, Helena," the redhead insisted.

Helena gazed at the hand in silence a few seconds; she lowered her head, licked Dinah's hand quickly and looked away.

"Ewwww!" The blonde girl pulled her hand back cleaning it on her pants. "That was disgusting!"

"No, Helena, that was not enough!" Barbara scolded. "I want you to apologize to her." She took Dinah's hand and moved it closer to Helena.

"No way! She licked my hand!" Dinah protested.

"Dinah!" Barbara glared at the blonde girl. "I need her to understand that she needs to apologize to you. She acted badly."

"But she licked my hand!"

"It's her way of apologizing! Please!"

"Oh, this is disgusting!" She made a face.

"You can wash it later."

Dinah moved her hand again to Helena. Reese tried to avoid laughing as he watched the scene. Helena looked like a scolded puppy and Dinah was funny.

Barbara turned to face the brunette again. "Helena, I'm waiting."

Helena looked at her; she didn't want do it. She mewled in protest.

"Apologize."

She didn't have a choice. She needed to do it; she moved her head again and licked Dinah's hand softly four times.

Dinah mad another a face. "Oh, Barbara..."

"That's much better, Helena." The red head said, smiling, and rubbed her hair. "Much better."

Helena moved and crawled to Reese, who was seated on the floor watching them. She buried her head in his neck again. He hugged her and smiled. "You did it well."

"May I go to wash my hand?" Dinah asked, raising her arm.

"Yes, go." Barbara sighed and smiled at Reese while the teen went to the bathroom. "I miss my old and peaceful breakfasts."

"I believe you." He laughed. "Maybe we can finish it now."

"Yea, maybe, come on."