A few hours later he was standing up looking the lights of the city below him. He missed her often. But they were both so difficult sometimes. He accepted that he was not easy and she always challenged him with her attitude. She was proud, and enigmatic. She was so beautiful.

She had vanished a long time ago and suddenly she had appeared again. More beautiful than ever, but with a child. A child that intrigued him. He was sure she had gone because she had found someone else and the child, that he had only seen once, was proof of that. He had seen her two months after her arrival in Gotham in a restaurant.

Knowing that she had a daughter had impressed him. He never expected that and it had stunned him. It was a night, six moths later, at a Gotham Museum Exposition, where he had seen her again. And now, they usually took a moment to get a cocktail or go to dinner. She sometimes refused his invitations because of her daughter. She loved her so much; he could read that in her eyes and in the emotion that she transmitted when she talked about her; and sometimes she avoided talking about her; maybe so she wouldn't hurt him. It was a secret that she kept just for herself.

"Batman."

He turned and looked at her with a cold gaze.

"Are you all right?" Batgirl asked, touching his shoulder. "I was calling you and it was like you were lost."

"Sorry, I was thinking." He answered with his deep voice.

"It's Voodoo. I saw him a few nights ago and someone surprised me last night at the office of Mr. David Katowsky."

"What?" Batman asked surprised.

"Whoever it was, knocked me down," Batgirl explained. "I thought it was Voodoo again but... I don't understand why he didn't kill me. He stole the files and the scans of all the documents that I thought would be interesting."

"Do you remember any of those documents?"

"Psychology at Gotham State University had a campaign against Voodoo in the Caribbean to stop that old practice. When I saw Voodoo, he told me something about that."

"And the cloth?" Batman asked.

"It has an African symbol of Voodoo."

He rubbed his chin with his hand. "We need keep an eye on the professors that are working on that program until we find him."

"Yes, and take them to a secure place." She took off her batarang and threw it to the next building.

"See you."

The next day, at lunch, Helena and Gibson were sitting under a tree at school.

"Barbara agreed to come here and give a small speech." Helena put her lunch box on her legs.

"Oh cool." He remembered the beauty and incredible body of the red head.

Helena glared at him.

"What?" He moved back, afraid that she would hit him.

"She is a librarian! What interesting topic could a librarian talk about?"

"So why did you invite her?" Gibson scratched his head.

"Because I don't know anyone else!" Helena exclaimed. "I'm new in this city. I told her we are children to prevent her from talking about one of her boring books."

"What boring books?"

"All her books, just have words, no pictures. They must be boring." She opened her lunch box, and examined it.

"True." Gibson opened a paper bag and looked inside for his lunch.

"What do you have today?" she asked.

"A Peanut butter sandwich, cake, poptarts."

"Want a ham sandwich? Mom gave me two."

"Yes."

"Give me the peanut butter one and the poptarts." Helena gave him her sandwich.

"Both?" Gibson looked at her stunned.

"It's expensive ham."

He watched her; she was a cheater. "You are lying."

"I don't know what you eat, but mom buys me very fine food."

"Are you joking?"

"Well..." She unwrapped her sandwich, "Eat your peanut butter sandwich." She opened her mouth to bite it.

"All right." He stopped her hand. "Deal."

She smiled and gave her sandwich to him and Gibson gave her his food. He bit the sandwich and chewed it.

He looked at her. "Tastes like regular ham."

"You are so ignorant." Helena scolded him. "It's Spanish ham, very fine!"

"Well, it tastes like regular ham."

She rolled her eyes. "Men!"

Gibson tried to taste the "special" flavor of the ham unsuccessfully, maybe she was right and he was ignorant. Meanwhile, Helena happily munched the peanut butter sandwich, knowing she had tricked him again.

"Who and whoever" are subjective pronouns; whom and whomever are in the objective case. As simple and important as that distinction is, many people have difficulty deciding on the proper usage of who and whom in sentences." Barbara looked at Helena, whose gaze was lost out the window and her hand was playing with her chin. She looked her in silence a few seconds. She blinked, she had seen that hand movement before. It was not a typical one. But... she shook her head. She was seeing things that couldn't be.

"Helena, are you listening to me?"

Blue eyes looked up. "What?"

Barbara blinked again, seeing those eyes. Why had she never noticed before? She was sure she knew those eyes... The red head shook her head. She was getting distracted too much. "Not 'what', 'who' and 'whom'.... the topic of our tutorial."

"Oh, yes."

"Ok, as I was saying..."

"Hey, Barbara?" Helena interrupted.

Barbara sighed, knowing that the madness was about to start. "Yes?"

"What happened to that box of candy you had on the table yesterday?"

"I gave it away."

Helena scowled. She liked those chocolates. "Who did you give it to?"

Barbara arched an eyebrow. "To whom did I give it," she corrected.

"That's what I asked. Who did you give it to?"

"No, Helena, to whom did I give it."

"Right. Who did you give it to?" the child asked, not quite certain why Barbara did not understand.

Barbara wanted to bang her head on the table. "Helena, what I mean is, you should have asked "To whom did you give it?"."

Helena frowned. "I did. I asked you who you gave it to."

"Focus, Helena. The grammatically correct way to ask the question is "To whom did you give it?" not "Who did you give it to?". You can't end a sentence in a preposition and you need to use 'whom' instead of 'who', as it is an object, not the subject."

"What?" That had been the most confusing thing that she had ever heard. Helena shook her head, confused.

"You need to use 'whom' instead of 'who', as it is an object, not the subject."

"The object was the subject. The candy was the subject of the question."

Barbara removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes. "Not the subject of the question, Hel, the subject of the verb."

"Oh." Helena thought for a moment. "So, to whom did you give the candy?"

Barbara looked up, finally she got it. "Yes! That's it!" she praised. She looked in her book again, trying to find an exercise for her.

"Well?" the girl asked, waiting.

"Well, what?" the redhead asked back.

"To whom did you give the candy?" Helena repeated, wanting an answer.

"I said that was correct, yes," Barbara answered, distractedly reading through her notes.

"But, you didn't tell me."

Barbara furrowed her brow and looked her. "Tell you what?"

Helena let her head fall to the table dramatically. "Where the candy went?"

"Oh! I gave it to a friend for her birthday, yesterday. I forgot that I had a dinner with her last night; so the box was nice and I had bought it just three days ago. Why?"

"You gave it as a present?" Helena raised her head, without believing her words. "Why?"

"... well I needed to give her a present..." Barbara was surprised at the small brunette's reaction.

"But you could give her flowers or other things! Not that box!"

"Why?"

Helena sighed and let her head fall again on the table. "No reason."

Barbara understood and smiled. "Are you hungry, again?"

The girl raised her head and nodded. "Whom delivers here?" she asked, trying to put her lesson to use.

"Who," Barbara corrected.

"Right. Can we get pizza?" she sighed, mint-chocolates had gone.

"Who can we call for take-out."

"I don't know, that's why I asked," Helena responded, getting frustrated.

"No, Helena." Barbara laughed, amused by her frustration. "I mean, the question is, "Who can we call, not whom can we call.""

"Ok, so who can we call, then?" Helena answered, emphasizing the word 'who'.

Barbara narrowed her eyes and could detect the slightest hint of laughter in the kid's expression. Somehow, she was certain Helena was doing all this on purpose and that she understood everything perfectly. "Helena... are you trying to mocking me again?"

"Whom? Me?"

"Yes, you." Barbara pointed at her with her pencil. She was sure now, the kid was playing with her. "You are much smarter than you let on."

"Me?" the kid moved her head back.

It had been right in her eyes and she hadn't seen it. She was one of the best detectives in the city and a kid had been tricking her. Barbara stood up slowly from her chair. "You don't fool me anymore; you understand these lessons very well."

Helena stood up slowly too, with her eyes fixed on the redhead. She was in trouble. "I understand because you explain it well..." she mumbled.

"Yes, but you understood very well at my first explanation." Barbara began to walk toward Helena, pretending to be angry.

The child felt like a mouse cornered by a cat and stepped back. "Don't be mad... I like to understand well and..."

"You kept us sitting here more than two hours for each class, when you had it all clear in the first thirty minutes!!!"

They began to walk in circles around the table.

"You love to tease me every class with your questions." Barbara kept her eyes on the child.

"Not true," Helena said.

"Come here..." She moved her index finger. "I just want play with you. You trickster..."

Helena giggled. "Not true."

"Yes, you did it!"

"No, I didn't."

"Wait 'till I get my hands on you!" Barbara tried to trap her but Helena easily jumped to avoid her and ran toward the living room and hid behind the coach.

"Come here, little demon!" The red head followed her.

"Don't touch me or I'll call mom!" Helena ran to the next couch.

"Don't worry, I'll tie you up and stick you in the closet and your mom won't miss you."

"No!" the child shouted, laughing.

"Oh yes!! Just let me catch you."

Helena ran toward the room with Barbara following her. The laughter of both was heard outside the door of her apartment.