The Hummer pulled up to the mall to find a waiting Helena, with several shopping bags. She opened the side door and stacked the purchases on the side, careful not to put anything in the way of the chair. The cheerful girl hopped in the front seat and handed the platinum visa back to her friend.

"I went a little over the limit, sorry."

"How much?"

"They were having a lot of sales and-"

"How much?"

"$250."

"Helena Kyle! Do you think money grows on trees? I may have a job, but teachers really don't make that much. This is going to have to come out of your savings."

"I know money doesn't grow on trees, and what savings?"

Barbara glanced at the clock, "We are going to be late. We will talk about this later. Understood?"

"Fine," the dark haired girl slumped in the front seat. The drive to Barbara's old apartment was very quiet.

Barbara pulled up to the corner in front of her old apartment. A buff man leaned against the cement railing next to the front steps.

Barbara cracked the window and called out to him, "Are you Laura Harris's friend?"

He nodded his head and walked to the driver's side window, "My name is Tiny Anderson. Please to meet you ma'am."

Helena started to laugh and Barbara hit her arm. "Thank you for helping us. I am Barbara Gordon and this is Helena Kyle."

"Alright if I take your chair up first? They are somewhat difficult to carry, otherwise I could take you and the chair up at the same time."

"Not a problem, Helena, get my chair out of the back." Helena crawled into the back and hit the release button for the ramp. Releasing the breaks she pushed it down the ramp to the man. "Helena will show you which apartment it is."

Tiny leaned over and picked up the large chair with ease. Helena ran ahead of him to get the door and the two were gone.

Babs opened her door and took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she was about to do. She reached under the seat and pulled out a small toolkit. She handed it to Helena when the two returned. Tiny picked her up gently, cradling her like a baby. She wrapped her arms around the thick neck for security and stepped into an old life.

He placed the injured woman in her chair and stood next to the door. "I will wait here till your done."

"Thank you." Barbara placed the key in its lock and opened the door. Helena stood back, waiting for her to make the first move. She wheeled into the large, empty room and heard the door shut behind her. Looking around, she remembered where all the furniture used to be, and glanced at the floor where she once laid in a pool of blood. She shook her head and headed for the bedroom closet.

She motioned to Helena and the girl pulled open the doors to the small closet. Helena laid the toolkit on the floor and picked up a box in the closet. Sitting it on the older woman's lap, Helena backed away to wait for her next duty. A shaky hand ran over the box that contained all that she used to be. She pulled a note from an envelope taped to the side.

My Friend,

Batman gave me these. He arrived at your apartment after he heard what had happened to Selina. He was too late to save you, but soon enough to save your hidden identity. He was first on the scene and removed all visible Batgirl items before anyone else showed up. Remember this is what you once were, not who you are. Batgirl will live on in your heart and in the hearts of those she saved.

Take Care my friend,

Laura

Barbara replaced the letter and opened the box. Reaching in her hand clasped around an oval object. She pulled out her bright golden belt with a black bat crest as its buckle. Her fingers ran over the bat and she could see it was still stained with her blood. She pulled out a black mask, made with loving hands to hide her face. Old makeup could be seen around the eyes from where it had run on her late night outings. Her well-worn black cape came next. Thin from its repeated use. A black body suit with a golden bat on the chest revealed itself. Shaped to fit her just right and made out of a durable material with the flexibility of spandex. Looking hard she could see where Alfred had sewn rips back together with his small stitches. Golden boots that came above her knees, and golden gloves with what appeared to be three fins and came above her elbow laid in the bottom. She hugged the body suit close to her chest and the box slid to the ground, spilling its contents.

Helena bent down to pick up the box. She had never seen the older woman like this before. It appeared like Barbara was watching herself die. Helena had no idea how close she was to the truth, for a part Barbara was dieing. Batgirl was dead no mater what anyone said.

Helena gently laid her hand on the Barbara's lap and looked up at her from a squatting position. "Will you tell me what it was like? When you were Batgirl, and about my mother's other side. And what happened that night?"

The crying woman lowered the Batgirl suit and laid a gentle hand on Helena's cheek, "Someday Helena, someday. But not today."

Helena nodded and was handed the suit to be packed away. "That it?"

"No, run your hand along the top of the closet and look for a switch. When you find it, flick it."

Helena found the switch and when she moved it, the back panel of the closet opened to reveal a hidden secret. Hanging up was an extra bodysuit, ready to be worn if needed. Helena pulled it out and packed it in the box. Along with it came a dozen batrangs. They were very simple, a circle with a bird on the inside. Six pairs of special escrima sticks, made very thin and black. These were the ones she used when out at night. Another golden belt with enough steal wire in it to support her weight plus another person if needed. Helena removed several pictures and newspaper clippings, several she had seen in her little research project. Pictures of Batgirl, Batman, Selina, and Helena.

Once the room was empty, Barbara talked Helena through disconnection the switch so the panel would never be opened again. Helena took the box and Barbara left her keys on the counter for the new owners. Tiny carried the woman back to the vehicle and then the chair. Helena thanked Tiny and the women headed for home.

Alfred heard the elevator door open and saw a set of solemn women walk out. Helena sat the box on a table near a computer.

"Alfred, some of this needs to be cleaned then you can take it to the manor and do what you want to with it." Barbara rolled up to Delphi and buried herself in the computer. Helena felt bad for her mentor, but didn't know what to do about it. She handed the box to Alfred and went to her room.

Alfred watched the women go their separate ways and shook his head. They have both come through a lot, but they still have so much to learn. Miss Barbara needs a new identity, a new purpose. And young Miss Helena still has yet to find who she truly is. Alfred walked away with the box to work on an idea for Barbara.