Voodoo was more than annoyed. He was expecting to finish his revenge in a few days and Batgirl had screwed up all his plans hiding his next victims. He had failed looking for his next three victims. He went to the old building where he and his father were hiding. He walked downstairs and went to his father's room.

He opened the door. The old man was reading a book.

"Father. The Lady of the Bats saved Damian Meltzer. When I arrived, he had disappeared."

"Don't worry, my son. My magic works."

"But she..." Voodoo said.

"Just be patient. Fear and hallucinations; let it work. And enjoy our revenge." The old man stood up and looked at the Batgirl doll hanging on a rope from the ceiling.

"But when will I know that..."

"Patience, son, patience. In a few days, she will be in our hands." He smiled evilly taking a needle, which he buried in the back of the neck of the doll.

"Dad she is just a kid." Barbara said, trying not to annoy her father during the dinner. She played with the pasta with her fork. They were in an Italian restaurant that was lit with dim lights.

"Barbara, this is about her." Commissioner Gordon took a sip of his wine.

"You don't have proof that she is Catwoman."

"I'm worried for your reputation; it's a secret that everybody knows. You have worked so hard and all will..."

"I don't care what people say. She is my friend. And Helena is just an innocent child; she tries to be nice with you and, every time you see her, you are so cold, she is a child!" Barbara shook her head "She is innocent."

"Barbara, I fought many years against her mother." Gordon moved back in his chair. "I lost many nights with you, many parties, many family moments because I was in my office trying to the city safe from people like her! That doesn't matter to you? She represents crime... the underworld."

"You don't know if she is really Catwoman and, Dad, if she is, she quit everything more than ten years ago. She paid for what she did."

"I can't believe that."

Barbara touched his hand. "Just give her an opportunity to show you who she really is."

He shook his head, he was not convinced of all that. She didn't understand his fight against the crime that he had done all his life: it was a stupid thing to ruin the night just over that woman and her kid.

It was hard to discuss that topic. They always had disagreed about it. Barbara felt the pressure of her father against her; she loved him so much and she didn't want to have disagreements with him because of her friendship with Selina. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of her head.

"Something is wrong, Barbara?" Gordon asked, looking at his daughter, who had suddenly supported her elbows on the table and had lowered her head. She was holding her head in her hands.

"It's just a headache," she whispered, closing her eyes.

"Are you sure?" He touched her shoulder.

"Yes, I haven't felt well today." She raised her head slowly. "I couldn't sleep last night, nightmares."

"Want to come back home?"

"No, no, Dad, I just need to take some pills and I'll be okay."

"I'm sorry, I didn't want..." Gordon apologized.

"Forget it, Daddy." Barbara smiled. "I love to be with you."

"I love that too. Tell me how your work is going."

"Oh, today, I contracted a fabulous woman that is an expert on ancient books."

She climbed the rooftop easily. She had heard a report about a robbery inside a jewelry store. And it was right. She saw a vehicle parked in front of it and three people dressed in black, taking boxes inside the van.

She jumped down and landed on one of the thugs, surprising them. She knocked him out with a punch. The other thug walked outside the store and saw Batgirl in front of him. She kicked him and he fell, dropping the box in his hands, the jewels rolled on the ground.

The third man, who was inside the jewelry store, heard the noise and ran outside. He saw her and took out a knife. He tried to stab her, but she ducked and, spinning, she hit him with the back of her hand.

The man that was on the ground stood up and tried to punch her, but she blocked his fist with her arm and smashed her elbow on his jaw.

A shot was heard. She felt a blow on her back that pushed her against the wall. A man that was inside the van and that she had missed had moved out and shot her.

She grabbed her shoulder and slipped down the wall. Feeling warmth on her fingers, she understood that she had been hurt. The thieves took the opportunity and, as fast as they could, they climbed inside the van and escaped.

Batgirl moved her hand and looked at her wound on her left shoulder. The bullet had exited by her front side; it hurt. She heard the sirens of the police in the distance and, supporting herself on her good arm, she stood up hesitantly. She walked slowly into an alley.

She parked her motorcycle inside the building; using the secret entrance she walked inside her apartment. As soon as she stepped into her bedroom she collapsed. She needed help; she needed to call Dr. Leslie Tomkins.

The light in the room turned on.

"Angel?"

Barbara blinked, surprised, and turned her head to the bed. Helena was there.

"Helena?" she frowned. What was she doing there?

Helena stood up. "What are you doing here?"

Batgirl froze and raised her head, she hadn't expected that. "What are you doing here?"

"You are hurt." Helena noticed the blood on the carpet and kneeled on the floor, scared.

"Damn!" Batgirl growled feeling a sharp pain in her shoulder. "I know... Helena, why are you here?"

"Barbara is taking care of me tonight, but she needed to go out a few minutes; she said she would come back soon:"

Batgirl let her head fell back, everything was spinning. "Get me some cloths," she said to the girl; she had forgotten that she was there. Stupid.

Helena ran to the bathroom, while Barbara removed her cape and her gloves.

"What happened to you?" The girl returned with a towel in her hands.

"A little fight, but I'll be okay." She took the towel and put it on her wound. Her mind was blurry, she had lost a lot of blood.

"I'll call an ambulance," Helena said.

"No, no, wait... I need your help."

"Sure..."

"First, let me move to the bed..." The red head tried to stand up but she couldn't, she was very nauseous.

Helena tried to help her, unsuccessfully; her angel was too heavy. She was frightened by the blood and Batgirl noticed that. "Don't worry Hel, I'll be okay." She put a towel on her back and the other one in front of her wound.

"What do I do?"

Barbara supported her weight on her good arm and looked at her. "Inside Barbara's night table, there is an address book, call Leslie Tomkins, tell her to come here... tell her that Batgirl needs help..."

"Right." She ran to the night table and did as her angel told her. Batgirl let her head fall to the floor and closed her eyes, everything was so blurry.

Helena picked up the phone and dialed. The doctor had a hard time trying to calm her down so she could understand what was happening.

::Okay, Helena,:: Leslie said :: Take a pillow and put it under her head. Cover the wound with a cloth and I'll be there immediately. Don't be afraid if she passed out, all right? She might pass out if she is losing so much blood.::

"Right." She put the phone to the side and took the pillow. She kneeled next to her.

"Angel?" she asked, but the woman wasn't moving. She shook her gently, but she didn't respond. "Angel, are you all right?" Maybe she had passed out as the doctor had said.

She moved the pillow next to her and gently she raised her head. She put it on the pillow. She noticed the cowl over her head had moved. She tried to put it back in its place, but she needed to move her head again; she tried to do it gently, but as she moved it she could see a bit more of her face. She released her head and moved back, surprised.

She took again the cowl with her hands and slowly took it off her head. "Barbara?" she mumbled and crawled back. How it could be? Her angel was Barbara? She sat frozen, looking at her stunned.

Barbara moved her head slowly; she half opened her eyes and stared at the girl. She had passed out? She swallowed and closed her eyes. After a few seconds she tried to sit.

"No!" Helena said, suddenly.

"Helena?"

The kid crawled toward her, watching her without believe what was she seeing. "Leslie says you shouldn't move. She is coming."

"Okay..." She moved her head back and closed her eyes.

"Why are you hurt?" Helena sat next to her and pressed the cloth on her wound. The red head whimpered. Helena moved her hand back.

"It's okay..." Barbara said. "You are doing well, press it."

Helena did as she said with one hand and with the other one she brushed her hair.

Barbara opened her eyes suddenly. Her cowl. She took her hand to her face and looked at Helena surprised. They gazed at each other in silence a few seconds.

"I'm sorry," Helena said in a low voice, "It moved when I tried to put your head on the pillow. I didn't want..."

"Damn..." The redhead closed her eyes again.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't worry, Helena... don't worry." She caressed her cheek.

"I was fighting against some thieves and one of them shot me. I didn't see him." She smiled at her. "See? I'm not an angel."

Helena leaned over and hugged her. "You are."

Batgirl tried to respond but she felt herself falling into a deep hole again.

The redhead opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the ceiling. She blinked. She was in her room. She looked at her arm and noticed it was okay; she sat up on the bed, where was the wound?. She looked around and stood up moving the blankets to the side.

"Helena?"

She opened her bedroom door and looked for her. The apartment was empty. She stood up in front of a mirror and looked at herself. She was okay. She shook her head, it had been another strange nightmare. She sat on a chair in the kitchen. She felt so tired after those nightmares. So tired. She covered her face with her hands and rubbed her temples.