Gibson Kafka liked his life. He had the best job in the city and the best bar in the city, of course, it was because of him. He had worked hard for it, and was proud of his place. He cleaned some glasses at his bar with a cloth. He was preparing the stock to open at five o'clock. He put a glass on the counter and took another one.

He smiled suddenly. "My delectable little peach pit, are you here because your heart couldn't stop beating, thinking of me?" he asked smiling.

"Cold."

Gibson turned and saw Helena smiling at him with her arms crossed. She looked so beautiful with that incredible white blouse and brown pants. "You are delicious, a taste for any

"Gibson." She raised her brow.

"So if you are here, the mysterious and evocative Huntress has chosen once again to grace me with her presence to ask me something."

"Warm," she said, sitting at the bar.

He took a bottle and another glass. "It would be a pleasure serve to my lovely and always missed Huntress."

"You have heard about the murders, I'm sure."

"Yes, meta humans too." He gave her a glass. "Vodka rocks."

"Thanks."

"And have you heard about the missing metas?" Gibson crossed his arms over the counter.

"What missing metas?" Helena frowned.

"Five people."

"Too many people in too short a time." That was weird and she didn't like it. Why didn't Barbara know that? "How do you know that?"

"Just rumors, nothing confirmed. I heard it. But, curiously, two of the names of people missing turned up later, dead. Those are the metas that you know about."

Helena moved uncomfortably on the chair. She hated that. "Give me the names, I'll give them to Oracle."

A few minutes later, she walked outside the bar. She wasn't in a very good mood. The frustration of not being able to stop the murders was something that had her bad mood in high levels. Maybe the names would be useful to the redhead. She arrived at the Clocktower, the place seemed to be empty.

"Hi everybody!" she said, looking around; Delphi was humming, the kitchen and living room were empty. Just some lights on. No, definitely her friends weren't there. She walked back to the elevator and moved down toward the rooms.

"Hellooo!" she called out as soon as the door opened. But silence was her only answer, "Is today a super-hero vacation day?"

"I'm here!" Dinah shouted.

Helena went to Dinah's room and walked inside. The teen was looking at herself in the mirror. She was dressing to go to the movies with her friend Gabby.

"Where is Barbara?" Helena asked.

"She went to the book shop. How do I look?" the teen asked.

Helena glared at her and raised an eyebrow. "That is my

"Helena, don't tell me that, it has been inside Barbara's closet for over three moths!" Dinah said, turning to look at her.

"It's still my jacket." The brunette smirked, she liked to annoy her. Maybe it was a good moment to have a bit of fun.

"Please." Dinah pleaded.

"Do you know what happens to people that take my things without permission?" Helena went to her slowly, her predatory side intimidated anyone and Dinah stepped back instinctively.

"You don't scare me," Dinah mumbled.

"No?"

"You are just a grumpy kitten!"

"What?" Helena grumbled.

"Grumpy! Grumpy cat!" Dinah smirked.

"I'm not grumpy!" Helena tried to grab her, but Dinah ducked laughing.

"You are!" The teen rolled to the other side of the bed.

"You are dead!" The brunette jumped at her. Dinah jumped back and, stumbling, she fell inside the closet. Helena moved faster and closed the door. "I got you!"

"No wait!" The darkness surrounded the blonde. It was like cold water on her back, her heart beat faster; something was wrong.

Fear.

Fear invaded her and she couldn't stop it. She closed her eyes. They were just playing.

But the fear was there, enveloping her, filling her senses. Her heart beat faster. She moved her hands to the door and tried to open it unsuccessfully. "Helena, open the door!" she pulled the knob. "Helena, open it!"

"You will be there for three days!" Helena giggled, moving her back against the door. Dinah was pushing hard.

Dinah hit the wood door with her palm desperately. The fear turned to panic.

"Three days." Helena laughed.

"Let me out!" the blonde yelled, frightened, and pushed the door with her shoulder.

"Ask me nicely."

A cold sweat ran over Dinah's face. She rested her head on the door and closed her eyes, her body shivering. "Please…" she mumbled talking like a child, "I'll be good, please let me out, I'm scared..:"

"Please let me out!" an eight year old Dinah cried, locked inside a small

"You will stay there until you promise stop seeing those damn things!" she heard Mrs. Redmond's voice outside.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it, mom." She slipped down the door, crying.

"Why do you scare us with your dreams?"

"Sorry, mom, I'm sorry, please let me out."

"We talked about this. Whatever you think you see, it's all in your imagination. None of it's real. Are you listening to me, Dinah?"the voice of her mother was hard, cold, uncaring.

"But I see things mom, it's not my fault… I'm sorry mom."

"You didn't see anything, did you? I'm tired of this!" the old woman shouted.

Dinah heard her steps walking out of the room and a second later closing the door; now she was alone. The terror invaded her.

"Mom!" she sobbed, hitting the door "Please let me out!! I promise everything you want! Don't leave me here again! Mom!" She felt panic, and took the knob between her hands, trying desperately to open it.

"Mom?" Helena heard Dinah's yell and furrowed her brow, that was not her voice. She turned to open the door and before she could open it, the wood exploded, pushing her back with incredible force; thousands of wood pieces and clothes flew in every direction and the brunette hit the wall hard, falling against the chest of drawers, breaking it. Everything went black.

Barbara wheeled inside her apartment. She put some plastic bags on the couch in the living room. She heard the explosion, she wheeled as fast as she could toward Dinah's room. She stopped in the door frame and looked at the mess in shock. The door of the closet had disappeared and pieces of wood covered the place, as did many clothes. The box spring had turned and fallen to the other side of the

"What the…?" she mumbled when she heard Dinah's cry. "Dinah!" She turned her head and saw the blonde curled up inside the closet. She removed some wood pieces off the floor to wheeled toward her. "Dinah, are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, mom, I'll be good," the teen mumbled, with child's voice holding herself.

Barbara looked at her with concern. "Dinah?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the teen said quietly.

"Miss Barbara, is everything okay?" Alfred appeared at the door.

"I don't know what happened, Alfred." She bent down and put her hands on the floor, moving out of her chair. She dragged herself to Dinah, she tried to touch her, but the girl moved back.

"Don't hurt me, mom," the blonde sobbed with child's voice again.

Barbara frowned in confusion.

Alfred moved walked and heard a noise to the side of the bed, he walked toward there and saw a black boot of the brunette's under the box spring. "Miss Helena!" He took the box spring and pushed it to a side.

"Helena? Is she okay?" Barbara raised her head worried, she wanted go there to see what was happening, but Dinah was crying uncontrollably.

"I don't know. Are you all right, Miss Helena?" Alfred removed some of the pieces of wood and clothes that covered her. The girl opened her eyes, but seemed to be stunned; he clapped her cheecks. "Miss Helena, are you okay?"

"Mmm?" the brunette moaned.

"Check her, I'll be there in a minute." Barbara tried to get her younger protégé back to reality. "Dinah, it's me, you're home. It's okay."

"I'm sorry, mom."

"Dinah, I'm Barbara." She rubbed her back softly, she was trembling. "You are home, look at me."

"Don't lock me…."

"Dinah, you are not locked up." She took her chin and turned the blonde's face towards her. "Look, you are in your room."

The blonde blinked. Still frightened, she noticed she was in another place.

"Dinah, I'm Barbara:"

The blue eyes of the girl locked on her a few seconds. Barbara read the fear in them.

"Barbara?" she whispered.

"Yes, I'm Barbara." The red head wiped a tear and tucked some stray hair behind the girl's ear.

Dinah hugged her strongly and cried.

"Everything is okay, don't worry, Dinah, everything is okay," she soothed gently.

"Miss Helena?" Alfred clapped Helena's cheeks. She didn't seem have any serious injuries.

The brunette blinked. What the hell had happened? Who had knocked her out? Alfred's voice pulled her back to reality.

"Miss Helena."

"What happened?" she mumbled.

"That's the same question I was going to ask to you." He turned to look at Barbara "She is okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Shit…" Helena growled, rubbing her head and sitting slowly.

"It's hard try to kill a cat with many lives as Miss Helena," Alfred said.

"Not funny, Alfred." The brunette shook her head. That blow really had knocked her out.

Barbara moved her hand to brush the teens hair; she finally had controlled her crying. "Dinah, what happened?? What was it?"

The teen remebered the fear, the cold and… she had made the door explode. Yes, she had done it. "I'm sorry!" Dinah said, burying her face in her guardian's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Barbara turned to look at Helena, hoping for more information. "What happened, Helena?"

"I don't know… we were playing and suddenly something exploded."

"Was it a bomb?" Alfred asked, concerned.

"I don't know. I didn't hear anything." Helena stood up with the loyal old butler's help.

"It's all my fault," Dinah sobbed.

"Why?" the red head asked softly, "What happened?"

"I could have killed her." Dinah said with tears in her eyes. "I could kill everyone." She tried to stand up, but Barbara's firm grip held her down.

"Wait a minute, where are you going?"

"Let me go…" the blonde sobbed, "You don't understand."

Barbara took her face between her hands and fixed her eyes on her. "Look at me."

The teen refused to do it, ashamed.

"Dinah, look at me, please."

The girl raised her eyes slowly. "Help me to understand, Dinah. What happened?"

"I… I almost killed her."

"You were playing, why did you almost kill her?"

"She locked me inside the closet." Dinah hugged herself and lowered her eyes. Her body trembled, Barbara felt it; her hand touching the teen's shoulder. "It was dark… and I, I remembered," Dinah bit her lower lip, "I remembered when she did that to me."

The redhead understood and hugged her feeling her body trembling in her arms "Oh God… Dinah…"

"I remebered the cold, the fear… was too much," Dinah cried. "The nights she left me locked there."

Helena and Alfred looked at her stunned. The brunette felt guilty, she didn't mean to hurt the blonde.

"I felt scared, so scared, I just wanted get out." Dinah buried her head on her mentor's shoulder.

"You made the closet door explode," Barbara mumbled.

The teen nodded crying. "I didn't want to hurt her."

"I'm okay, Dinah," Helena walked to her, crouching down, "it's not your fault, it's mine, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry."

"Dinah, that is the reason that you are trying to learn to control your powers," The adopted daughter of commisioner Gordon said softly, brushing the blonde's hair, "These things happen; don't worry."

"But I could have killed her, or could kill anyone."

"I told you once, if you really, really wanted someone dead... they'd be."

"Don't worry, Dinah, it was my fault." Helena said, still kneeling next to her and touching her hand; she felt an electric shock; a light blinded her. Emotions flooded her body. She released her immediately and caught her breath..that had been a weird experience. But Dinah hadn't seemed to notice it.

"I think that you need to rest," Barbara told the blonde gently. "Let's go to my room." The blonde just nodded. The redhead turned to see Alfred and Helena. "We'll be right back."

They understood she needed to be alone.

Helena helped Alfred to clean the room; he went to look for some plastic bags and she sat on the mattress. After Dinah touched her, she felt strange; it was like the blonde had pulled out all of her emotions. She was confused. Maybe Dinah was so sensible in that moment that she had "passed" them to her. She rubbed her palm against her forehead. It was a weird feeling.

Barbara wheeled inside. She looked the disaster inside the room; she hadn't checked it before. "My God, her mind power is amazing."

"And you didn't feel it," the brunette said, raising her brow. "You need to buy a new closet door. How is she?"

"She is really scared. Her chilhood was terrible, if she did this just remembering; I guess that being locked inside the closet brought to her mind memories of her past. I can't imagine all the horrible things those people did to her. I gave her some pills to help her sleep."

"I didn't want…"

"I know," Barbara smiled at her "Don't worry. We couldn't have known."

Helena looked at her wrist. "I touched her and it was weird."

"Weird?"

"I felt many emotions flowing in me and after that I'm feeling a bit strange."

"Strange?"

"It's, well, it's like if I had all of my feelings around me… well, I know I always have them, but…"

"Always inside."

"Yes… and it was like I couldn't control them."

"Maybe you are just feeling what she felt," Barbara explained.

"It's confusing any way you look at it."

"Want me to check you?"

"No, no, I'll be okay." Helena remembered, suddenly, the names that Gibson had given to her. "Oh, this is for you."

"Oh, what is this?"

"Gibson said that many metas have been dissapearing, he gave me his names, he thinks there may be a connection between them and the murders."

The pager on Barbara's waist vibrated. She took it and read. "Problems, let's go to the Delphi."

They moved upstairs. Barbara typed at her keyboard. "Looks like a kidnapping. Fifth and Kane."

"A few blocks from here," Helena leaned over the screen, "Would be our man."

"Be careful."

"Do you always need to say that?" The brunette went toward the elevator.

"Will you someday be careful?"

"All right, all right…"