Barbara as Batgirl, on her bike, drove to the outskirts of the city. It was an abandoned place that was closed and was going to be demolished. She moved along the streets looking for it. She knew she wasn't in good condition, but she needed to know what all this was about. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that building.

Now it had turned into a kind of obsession, she needed to find it. It was something that was fixed in her mind, finding the building and being sure it hadn't been her imagination. She turned a corner and, suddenly, saw it. She stopped in the middle of the street.

That was the building.

"I found you," she mumbled, while her eyes fixed on the old structure. She parked her bike on the corner and walked slowly to the building, it was like being hypnotized by it. She stood up in front of it and looked at it carefully, the old walls. The windows were closed with pieces of wood.

He was there, she knew it.

It was time to stop the madness.

She walked toward the door.

Helena was in her mother's room watching television. Selina paced nervously in her apartment. She looked at her watch. He said he would be there as soon as possible. Every minute was like an hour, Barbara's life was be in danger. As soon as she heard the doorbell, she ran toward it. She opened the door.

"Good evening, Miss Kyle," the man said.

"Alfred, thank God you're here."

"I came as quickly as I could."

"Please come in..." she said.

Alfred knew perfectly that Barbara Gordon was Batgirl; Selina explained the problem to him, as fast as she could, and he listened with attention; but he didn't understand why she asked for his help. They were seated in the living room. When the blonde woman finished, she looked at him hopefully. He raised his brow.

"And how may I help you, Miss Kyle?" he asked.

"Could you please babysit my daughter while I look for Barbara?"

The question really surprised him. He was speechless.

"You know I have a daughter."

"Yes, yes, I know madam, but I never expected...."

"Please, Barbara's life is in danger. I need to go. She is eleven, she's a good girl. I promise to be back as soon as possible."

Alfred didn't know what to say. "Well..."

"Please."

He tried to deny it, but he knew Miss Gordon really would need help and Selina looked desperate. He nodded. "Don't worry, Miss Kyle. I'll help you."

"Thanks Alfred!"

She hugged him and stood up. "Helena, come here!" she shouted.

Alfred knew Selina had a daughter, Master Bruce had told him and he had the opportunity to talk with her once about him, about her love for him. She told him that day that she had a daughter, but they had never discussed anything more about her years in Paris.

He never heard her, she suddenly appeared in the living room dressed in white pajamas, holding Jaçques. She was not tall, had brilliant blue eyes and long, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was cute, he thought, standing up immediately.

"Helena, this is Alfred Pennyworth." Selina walked toward her.

"A pleasure to meet you Miss Kyle." He bent down slightly.

"Hi," the child said.

"Are you going to date him tonight?" Helena frowned.

Selina couldn't avoid a laugh. "Of course not, Alfred is a good friend."

"Why is he dressed in black?"

"I'm a butler miss Kyle."

"Butler?"

"He is going to take care of you for a few hours," Selina explained, taking her coat and a briefcase from the coat closet. "I need to go out, but I'll be back as soon as possible."

"A butler babysitting me?" That was really weird, she thought. And he was a man, and old.

"Taking care madam." He said.

"Please, it's an emergency." Selina gave her child a kiss. "I'll be right back, please, be a good girl." She went to Alfred and whispered to his ear. "Thanks Alfred, remember she is half-meta. She's like a kitten. Don't worry if she can do strange things, I'll explain to you later."

"Right. Mrs. Kyle."

She ran outside her apartment, closing the door behind her.

Helena and Alfred stood up in front of each other without moving. Helena was curious about the tall old man in front of her; she studied him carefully; she had heard about butlers, but she had never seen one. She had imagined it very different.

Alfred smiled watching how the girl had her eyes fixed on him.

"Is something wrong with my clothes, Miss Kyle?"

The child moved her head.

"I'm an old friend of your mother. I'm here to take care of you and help you with anything you need," Alfred said to her, smiling.

"Butlers babysit too?"

"Taking care is a better word for a butler like myself."

"Well, but taking care of a child is babysitting? No?" Helena cocked her head.

"Miss Helena, for a butler like me," he explained, "that has worked in the best house in Gotham, babysitting is not a very honorable word."

"Why not?"

"Butlers never babysit children."

"So why did you agree to babysit me?" Helena asked, he was really curious and funny.

"Take care of, Miss Kyle." Alfred sighed.

"It's the same, why?"

"Your mother is a good friend and she has an emergency now."

"I have never seen you before. Where did you meet her?"

"A common friend, we have a common friend." He looked at the stuffed cat in her arms "And this is?"

"He's Jaçques." She showed it to him.

"A pleasure to meet you, Master Jaçques."

"You talk funny." Helena giggled.

"I'm British, madam," Alfred smiled.

"I'm not madam, I'm a child."

"It is a respectful way to talk to you."

"Why?" Helena asked again.

The "Why" question seemed to be a constant word in a child's vocabulary and Selina's daughter wasn't the exception. "Because butlers are respectful with people," he said patiently. "May I offer you something for dinner?"

"You cook?" That was the weirdest thing that she could imagine.

"Yes, I'm an excellent cook, Miss Kyle."

"Men don't cook."

"I cook and I am an excellent cook."

"I don't believe you!"

"Want to try, Miss Kyle?"

"Do you know how to make lasagna?"

He took off his coat. "Where is the kitchen?"

Batgirl walked inside the old building. The main door was open and she knew he was waiting for her. She just needed to keep her eyes open. Every time she took a step she heard the wood cracking under her feet.

She was in the middle of a big lobby. It had been a hotel in good times, a very nice hotel, she thought to herself. The place was covered in darkness and it smelled like old, wet wood. In front of her were two elevators, and, to her right, a stairway. She walked to the stairway, trying to make the as little noise as possible, but to no avail.

She heard a noise behind her and she turned her head. A rat ran down the corridor.

"Hello, Lady of the Bats," a deep voice said. From the shadows, the tall black man appeared. "I'm glad you accepted my invitation." The deep voice of Voodoo was heard throughout the place.

She glared at him.

"You have really been a pain in the ass. I think we need to finish this," he growled.

"I agree," she said, "We need to stop your madness."

"It's not madness, it is the wisdom of a God." He threw a knife at her that he had on his waist.

She ducked and took her batarang, she threw the object at him and it impacted hard on his head. He stepped back. She went to him and punched him twice. He barely moved and threw his fist against her. She didn't see the blow in time and it crashed against her jaw. His other fist hit her gut. She bent down.

"Bats... I thought you hit harder than that." He smirked.

She looked him angrily and charged against him. They fought, ducking and avoiding blows. Batgirl used her arms to avoid his fist and, with every passing second, it was becoming more difficult; she felt tired. He knew that and began to attack her without giving her time to breathe.

Finally, she couldn't stop a blow that hit her side. She bent down and a second one crashed against her head. She stumbled back. She tried to protect herself from his attack, but she couldn't. He pushed her against the wall.

"Where are the men that you hid? I need to kill them and finish my mission."

"I don't know."

His foot hit her gut, she grunted and bent down. "You are lying, where are they?"

"I don't know, and if I did know, I'd never tell you."

Another blow made her head turn. She fell to the ground. It was hard to think clearly, he was strong and she felt stunned under his attack.

Fight.

Her instinct told her fight.

She needed to do it, but she couldn't. She felt a blow and later another one; he was a hurricane. Her body didn't respond. She could only curl up in a ball tasting blood in her mouth.

After a few seconds, the beating stopped. At least, she thought that because she felt him stepping back. She grunted and put her hand on her side slowly.

Batgirl blinked and tried to focus on the two men. It had been a stupid idea to face Voodoo, feeling as exhausted as she felt at that moment; but part of her physical exhaustion hadn't let her think clearly. Her mind was surrendering to flashes and blurry images. She felt chaos inside.

"Bring her." She heard a voice.

Tender wasn't exactly the word that she would use to describe how he carried her to a place she didn't know. The only thing she knew, was that her body hurt like hell. She couldn't fight anymore.

She had her head resting on her arms on the table watching the man work. He kept her really entertained. His only other experience with a child was long ago, taking care of Bruce Wayne after his tragedy, and, definitely, taking care of a boy was different from a girl. She had a quick mind and always had an answer for everything, and her questions were smart. She had an eye on everything, even small details.

"Voilá. It's ready Miss Kyle." He put the lasagna on the dining table.

"Wow!" She smiled. "Looks good."

"Of course, it's my grandmother's recipe." He took a knife, cut a slice, and put it on her plate.

"It's small."

He cut another slice and put it next to the other one.

"If I'm hungry when I finish, may I have another one?"

"You have a very good appetite, Miss Kyle. Sure, but first finish that."

She took a piece and put it in her mouth. It really tasted good. "Great," she said.

"I'm glad you liked it, thanks Miss Kyle." Alfred smiled.

"Why don't you sit?"

"It is not correct or proper for a butler." He poured a glass of milk for her.

"I've never had a butler before." Helena chewed. "Just babysitters and Barbara."

"Miss Gordon took care of you?" Alfred asked, amazed. Barbara was a smart woman, but he wasn't so sure about her abilities with children.

"Yes, she is cool, a bad cook, but cool." She took the glass of milk and drank it.

He smiled and observed her in silence.

"What do butlers do?" she asked, putting the glass on the table. She had a milk moustache.

"First of all," he said, taking a napkin and cleaning her mouth, "we take care that the mansion is in order."

"Do you work in a mansion?" The little brunette opened her blue eyes wide.

"Yes, madam."

"Wow! Do you sweep a big house and clean it alone?"

"No, no... let me explain to you..."