Maybe she passed out for a few minutes because the next time she opened her eyes, she was lying on a table. They had tied her to it. The old man walked toward the unmoving woman, putting his hands in bowl with a red liquid. Voodoo was standing up behind her.

She felt him raise her head; Voodoo's father put the bowl with the strange liquid to her mouth. She felt the wet liquid on her dry lips, it tasted like water. She drank it slowly.

"That's it, that's it," the old man said.

"Good girl." Voodoo said.

She spat the liquid on the man's face; she didn't swallow it. Voodoo slapped her, annoyed. Suddenly, a whip around his throat made him fell backwards.

"Did you call?" Catwoman smirked at the door.

The old man ran toward her and she pushed him back. She went toward her friend and, with her claws, she ripped the knot that restrained her left and right hand. She turned to see Voodoo standing up.

"Try to free yourself, I'm busy now," she said to Batgirl.

The red head sat up on the table, holding her side and took a blade off her utility belt to cut the ropes that restrained her legs. She rolled off the table and fell to the floor. The abrupt movement was really painful, but she would worry about that later. Voodoo's father tried to hit her with a big piece of wood, she hit him with her elbow in his stomach and he bent down.

Selina connected a hard punch to Voodoo's face.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked annoyed.

"Your worst nightmare," she hissed. "Call me Catwoman."

"Catwoman?" He frowned. "I thought you had disappeared."

"Yes, but I come back sometimes to visit friends."

He tried to hit her, but she ducked and hit her knee against his jaw and punched him roughly with her fist. "I see you are not very fast with your tricks."

To be an old man he was strong, and she was very weak, Batgirl thought. Voodoo's father charged against her and taking her by her waist, they hit a joint of wood. It broke and she felt the floor collapsing under her feet.

The entire floor collapsed and Catwoman fell down, with Voodoo.

Batgirl didn't have the opportunity to grab a hold of something. A hard blow to her back alerted her that the fall was over. She covered her head with her arms to avoid some of the old wood pieces that were falling and hitting her.

A cloud of dust covered the place.

At Selina's Kyle house, inside the kitchen, Alfred and Helena sat at the kitchen table. She was drinking a glass of milk and eating cookies and Alfred had a cup of tea. He raised his eyebrow and glared at the child.

"Miss Helena, you are cheating."

"I'm not cheating."

He put his cards down. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I won," Helena said.

"Okay, so this time I'm going to deal the cards." Alfred pushed his sleeves up. The kid was very good at playing cards and even better at cheating.

"You owe me four six dollars,"she said.

"Okay, what do you think about betting that six dollars and six dollars more?"

"I don't have that much money."

"Okay, how much Miss Helena?"

Helena ran toward her room. He smiled, it was time to give her a lesson. A few seconds later, the kid appeared with a little box, she opened it and put some coins on the table. Slowly, she began to count it.

"Four dollars and forty five cents," she said.

"Okay, want to bet it?" Alfred smiled.

"Sure."

"Now let old uncle Alfie show you how to play poker." This time he wouldn't let her touch the cards.

Helena wacthed him with curiosity. He took the cards and began to shuffle them like one of those guys that worked in Las Vegas, he made amazing movements with them in his hands. She opened her eyes in surprise. She was in trouble.

After long seconds of silence, under the rubble, a hand in a yellow glove moved up, it moved some pieces of metal and wood to a side. She coughed and, stunned, tried to stand up, only to discover that a heavy joist had trapped her. "Damn..." she growled to herself. That was the last thing that she needed.

Batgirl grunted, the joist was pressing hard against her stomach. Maybe if she was feeling well, she could move it easily, but, at the moment, she was exhausted. She couldn't move and the pain was excruciating.

Voodoo stood up and watched her vain efforts to free herself in amusement; he walked toward her. She couldn't see his face under his wood mask, but she knew he was smiling. In a blink he was over her; she raised her head; Voodoo looked taller. He put his foot over the joist and moving his arm to his knee as he placed his weight on it.

The red head winced in pain, feeling the pressure on her stomach.

"Hurts you? I'm sorry, Lady of the Bats. Don't worry, you ruined our sacrifice, but I can kill you now as painfully as possible. My God will understand." He took a knife off his waist and put it against her throat. She grunted, all his weight was on her stomach.

A whip rolled around his throat and pulled him back.

Batgirl sighed with relief, feeling the pressure over her diminish. She didn't know what was happening. She raised her head and tried to see what was happening, but it was too dark. She moved her head back and closed her eyes; she needed to recover so she could try to free herself.

"Damn bitch!" Voodoo yelled at Catwoman. "You need to think well of what are you going to do or..."

"Or?" she growled.

"Mom! Help!"

A chill ran down her back. She heard her child's voice behind her. It couldn't be. She turned and saw the Riddler holding her.

"Did you lose a kitten?" he laughed.

"Don't touch her!" she yelled. What was he doing there?

Batgirl heard sounds, sounds of a battle, punches, growls. She licked her lips, it tasted like blood, maybe she had bit her tongue or had split her lip. She swallowed. Damn. That hurt too.

"Oh, tell me, my dear Catstupid... What happens to kittens when you break their neck?" Riddler said.

"Please! Don't touch her!" She faced the imaginary villain. She threw her whip down and raised her hands. "Let her go, I'm not moving."

"What's she looking at father?" The real Voodoo helped the old man to stand up.

"I don't know. Something she is afraid to lose. Get her!"

"I'll do whatever you want," she said, looking at him. "Let her go, please."

"MMM, no, no," Riddler laughed. "Why we don't we play a little more?"

"This is just between us." Selina faced Voodoo. "Do you need a girl to fight? Let her go, you've got me."

Batgirl half opened her eyes and noticed Selina was in trouble. She was talking to no one. Damn, somehow she was hallucinating too.

"It's not real, Catwoman!" Batgirl shouted. "You are hallucinating. Don't believe what you are see!"

Voodoo hit Catwoman with his fist on her face. She fell backwards.

Riddler laughed and jumped up and down.

"Mom, please help me!" The blonde woman heard the voice of her child, feeling a great desperation inside. She looked at Voodoo standing over her again, but she couldn't try to punch him or he would hurt her daughter.

Batgirl moved her hand toward her belt. She needed to move quickly. Voodoo and his father were distracted with Catwoman.

"Want to see her dead?" Voodoo laughed, kicking the blonde woman in her gut. Helena struggled, unsuccessfully, trying to free herself from Riddler's grip. A batarang crashed against Voodoo's forehead, knocking him down.

"No!" Selina shouted. "Leave him alone! He will hurt Helena!"

"No one is there." Batgirl took the batarang in her hand again.

Catwoman looked at the Riddler, who took out a knife. "Maybe we can eat kitten sausage."

"No, please!"

"Selina, please," Batgirl shouted biting her lip, the joint was creating extreme pressure on her gut. "Trust me, no one is there! You are hallucinating! Damn!"

"You are dead, bitch!" the old man said, taking a knife from Voodoo's waist.

"Catwoman, wake up!" Batgirl saw where her friend was looking and she threw her batarang there.

The blonde woman saw the weapon go through the Riddler and it disappeared. She blinked, she was right, was a hallucination

"Watch out!" Batgirl said in a loud voice.

Catwoman turned in time to grab the hand of the old man. Annoyed, she hit him hard with her fist. "The fact that you're old doesn't mean that I can't kick your ass," she growled.

She knocked him out with that simple punch. Catwoman cleaned the sweat off her face and sighed with relief; that hallucination had been so real. Now she understood the nightmare that Barbara had been living. She looked at the two men; they were unconscious. She looked at Batgirl, who was still trapped and moving restlessly under the weight of the joist and walked toward her.

"Thanks." Selina said, examining the joist that had trapped her. "I'm going to move this, and you crawl back. All right?"

"Yes." The red head nodded.

Using all her strength, she moved the joist enough to create a space for Batgirl to crawl back. The young crime fighter sighed with relief, feeling the pressure over her gut disappear. Using her legs, she pushed herself back and rolled to her side growling. Selina went to her side, they had beaten her up pretty badly.

"Are you all right?" Catwoman asked, worried.

"Yes, I'm okay." The redhead winced in pain.

"Liar. I need to take you out of here. Can you stand up if I help you?"

Batgirl swallowed and nodded. Selina moved an arm gently around her back and helped her to stand up.