Trying to get Barbara inside her apartment was a problem. She couldn't take her dressed as Batgirl and she as Catwoman through the main door. The young woman moved in and out of consciousness the entire trip, she was badly injured. Luckily, she had parked her car near that old building. Catwoman had called the police and then Leslie, asking her to come to her apartment.

The blonde woman parked at the back of the building and, moving outside the car, she looked up. Five floors. Easy if she was climbing alone. The street was empty. She opened Barbara's door examined her belt. It looked simple, but was complicated. She clapped the redhead's face softly.

"Barbara, wake up... Barbara."

"Uh?" The young woman could barely open her eyes. Her entire body was sore.

"Where is the bat-cable?" Catwoman asked.

"Why?" Batgirl asked, stunned.

Catwoman examined her belt trying to find it. "I can't take you inside the apartment from the front door, we need climb through the window."

Batgirl moved her hand to her right side and took out a small object, she opened it and inside was a metallic bat with a kind of grip in the other side. "Just point and shoot."

The blonde took it between her hands and looked for a button to shoot it. "Dammit, how can these people work with this thing?" she mumbled to herself. By accident, she pressed a button and the weapon shot the hook, which crashed against the brick wall and buried in it. "Shit!." Catwoman growled, she tried to remove it, but the thing was buried deep inside the wall. "At least I know it's secure," she thought to herself.

After fight a few seconds, she freed the hook and prepared the gun to shoot again. She pointed up and shot. The hook landed at the top of the building.

"Good." Catwoman went to the car and moved her arm behind Batgirl's back. The younger woman winced in pain.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's okay," Batgirl swallowed. "It's all right."

"I need to take you upstairs, I can't do this the easy way, so, we are going to do it the hard way."

The young crime fighter felt stunned, she tried to stay alert, but it was impossible. She felt Catwoman's hand holding her waist. The ex-burglar secured the bat-cable to Batgirl's waist and prepared to climb the building.

"Help me, I can't do this alone," Catwoman said to her.

Batgirl tried to do as she was told, but her body and her mind didn't respond. Suddenly, Catwoman felt herself losing her friend. She had passed out.

"Not now, Barbara!" Catwoman said to her, frustrated and and holding her with both arms to prevent the redhead from hitting the ground.

"What the hell are you doing?" a voice said.

Catwoman turned her face to find Leslie a few meters away. "Leslie?"

"I thought you were retired." The older woman walked toward her with firm steps. She had been waiting on the front side for her, but something had told her to look around at the other side the building. Years of knowing the dark activities of her night-friends had taught her they never used the front doors.

"I am..." Catwoman said, holding Batgirl's limp form between her arms "But this girl sometimes forces me to quit my retirement.

"What happened to her?" Leslie went to her.

Catwoman kneeled and took Batgirl's head on her lap. "She's injured pretty badly, she was beaten up roughly. Helena is in there and I can't walk in by the main entrance with her dressed like this."

"Do you want to break your neck? Have you tried once to use your head, honey?" Leslie said, removing her long coat.

"What?" Selina blinked.

"Remove her cowl, cape, boots and gloves."

"But..."

"Do it and give me your car keys."

Catwoman did as Leslie told her; the older woman took the parts of Barbara's costume. "Put the coat over her. It's long, will cover the rest of her Batgirl suit."

Leslie went to the car and opened the trunk. She put the cowl, cape and boots inside. She looked inside where Selina's clothes were, she took them and went to the blonde woman.

"You can't climb with her in this condition." Leslie gave her the clothes. "Put your coat on and cover your costume. Don't forget to remove the cowl. It will easier this way."

Selina removed her cowl and put her coat on, while Leslie examined her friend's pupils with a small light.

"Doesn't look good, against what did she fight? A train?"

"More or less." Selina put her cowl inside the car and closed it.

"Help me with her. We need to take her inside now." Selina moved an arm behind Barbara's back "Do you think Helena will be sleep?"

"Yes, if not, I'll tell her she is drunk. Alfred is taking care of her." The blonde helped her to pick up Barbara.

Alfred was in the kitchen reading the newspaper. Helena had fallen asleep a long ago. She had lost the last five games of poker; and with no more money, the last bet was Alfred cooking a dessert or Helena going to sleep. Of course he won; the kid was smart, but she couldn't do anything against his years of experience.

He heard the front door opening and went to it. Selina half-opened the door and looked him.

"Helena?" she asked.

"Sleeping, Madam." He moved his hands back.

"Good, help us," the blonde said, opening the door.

Alfred saw that she and Leslie and were carrying an unconscious Barbara Gordon and he immediately went to her to pick her up. He noticed she had been badly beaten.

"Follow me," Selina whispered, guiding him to Barbara's bedroom. Selina followed them.

"What happened to her?"

"She went to face a bad guy and she wasn't in good shape," the blonde explained, pulling back the blankets on the bed.

Alfred put her gently on the bed. After helping the two women to remove her coat, he said, "I'll bring warm water."

"Please, Alfred... Selina, I need clean cloths," Leslie said, putting her bag on the night table and opening it.

Selina unlocked her belt to take it off. Barbara stirred lightly and half opened her eyes.

"Babs, how do you feel?" Leslie asked, leaning over her and cleaning a thread of blood from her forehead, she had a small cut on her head.

"Like shit," she grunted, holding her ribs.

Leslie looked at Selina, who had removed her belt. "We need to remove the custume."

Selina tried to help her to sit to remove the costume, but Barbara groaned. "Don't move me," she winced in pain, "it hurts..."

"She could have internal damage." Leslie said to Selina. "Better cut it."

"She won't like it."

"We are not asking her. I need to examine her. I don't like this," the doctor explained.

"I'm toast," the blonde said.

"She is toast if I don't examine her now," Leslie gave her a pair of scissors.

Selina did as she was told.

"Babs," Leslie touched Barbara's face, "can you hear me?"

The redhead nodded.

"Tell me what hurts you?"

"My left side, I think he broke... something when he hit me." She swallowed hard. "My arm, I can't move it."

"Which arm?"

"Left."

Leslie moved and looked at it. She had a big cut on the inner side. "Pretty bad," she mumbled.

"I thought I was hurt when the floor collapsed," Barbara whispered.

"Leslie." Selina said, when she had finished cutting the front side of her costume.

"Damn," the old woman mumbled to herself when she saw her thorax. It had severe bruises. She was certain the redhead had at least one broken rib.

"I'll tell Alfred to stay outside."

"Don't worry, he is a very good assistant, I need him. Alfred is a skilled medical technician, a skill gained during his time in the British Army as a young man." Leslie began to take some supplies out of her bag. "Just look for something to cover her. When he comes in, you go to keep an eye on Helena; I don't want to see her around, asking what happened. Cut the sleeves, I need to inject something for the pain." Leslie leaned over the red head. "Barbara, I'm going to help you a sleep a while, all right?"

The young woman nodded, closing her eyes, she was numb.

Alfred walked inside with a tray with hot water. Selina helped him put it on a table.

"Alfred, hi," Leslie greeted, preparing a syringe. "I'm sorry we only see each other in these situations. How did these women involve you in this?"

"Miss Selina called me to help her by taking care of her daughter," the butler said.

Leslie stopped what she was doing and frowned. "You babysitting a child?"

"Taking care of, madam," he corrected.

"It's the same, how...?"

"I asked him to help, Les," Selina explained. "I knew Barbara was in trouble and I needed someone that could take care of her. If he hadn't come, I'm sure Barbara would be dead now."

"Alfred is here?" Barbara mumbled, half opening her eyes.

"Hi, Miss Barbara." He walked in, smiling and took her hand. "I saw you had a rough night."

"Just a bit."

"Alfred, I'll need your help," Leslie said cleaning the redhead's arm to inject her. "She has numerous cuts, a few of which we had to stitch; we need to bandage her right arm and I'm sure she has some broken ribs." She smiled at Barbara. "Don't worry, honey, when you wake up, you will be okay."

He took a cloth and moved her left arm gently to clean it.

"Is it true that you were babysitting Helena?" Barbara asked Alfred weakly.

"Taking care of," he corrected her.

"I hope she didn't get you with her card game."

He smiled. "She tried, but I'm an old card shark."

Barbara laughed lightly, closing her eyes. Without feeling it, she fell asleep.