Huntress woke up; she felt too dazed and stunned, it was like being inside a bubble under the water. She felt something annoying in her nose, small tubes were connected in her nostrils helping her to breathe. Opening her eyes slightly, she noticed she was inside a strange room. She tried, unsuccessfully, to recognize the place; the walls were plastic. It was not the Clocktower or her apartment. The nasty noise of the heart monitor filled the place.

She tried to move, but a sharp pain in her leg made Huntress grunt involuntary. Her arm was in a sling. And her left arm was chained to the bed. Why was she chained, where was she? She moved slightly. The doctor heard her movement.

"She is awake!" he said, turning his head to see her, "Marvelous!" He walked toward the cell and, pressing some buttons, opened the door. Leslie followed him.

He looked at her, fascinated. He checked her pulse. "Hi beautiful, don't worry, you are home."

Huntress groggily tried to focus on the person that was talking to her.

Leslie moved next to him. "Doctor, would you do me a favor?"

"Yes, sure."

"She needs another serum bag, that one is almost empty. Do you have one?"

He looked at the bag. It was true. "Yes, yes, in my office. I'll be right back." He moved outside the cell. She waited until he was out, Leslie leaned over the brunette.

"It's me." The old woman took her hand and squeezed it.

"Mmm?"

"Huntress, do you know who I am?"

The brunette looked at her a few seconds in silence. "…Leslie?"

"Hi, little monster," the old doctor smiled "You scared me, really scared me. It's a good sign that you are awake. How do you feel?"

"Where am I?" the girl asked, almost in a whisper.

"Morton took you out of the hospital."

The brunette remembered suddenly what had happened. She tried to sit, but Leslie held her down.

"Easy, you are not in any condition to get up, stay calm and don't try to do anything, all right? You are seriously injured, please stay quiet. We worked very hard to not lose you; you have a pretty bad wound in your back that damaged your lung and other one in your leg."

"Shit…"

"Don't use bad words or I'll wash your mouth out." Tomkins raised her brow.

"Grumpy…" Huntress mumbled, closing her eyes. She felt terribly sick.

"Look who's talking."

"We need…to move out of here."

"I know, but we need to wait until you can recover a bit."

Huntress swallowed and looked at her. "Oracle?"

"She doesn't know where we are. I'll try to contact her as soon as I have an opportunity."

"What does he want now?"

"He said he is working for the Secret Service on a project to investigate meta-humans, but I'm sure he is lying. I told help I'd help him with his experiments, I need to buy some time. I can't move you now."

The young crime fighter winced in pain. "Hurts…"

Leslie took her cheek "What hurts you?"

"My thigh… is throbbing." She bent her leg slightly.

"Don't worry, it's normal. I'll give you something for the pain." The old doctor saw a cabinet outside. She walked outside and opened the cabinet. Inside, she found a tranquilizer and prepared a syringe.

Huntress felt uncomfortable, the tubes inside her nostrils were bothering her. She tried to move and again noticed her arm was bandaged and her wrist chained. She growled. She hated to be chained. She pulled her arm, trying to break it.

"Hey, easy!" Leslie almost shouted, walking next to her.

"Why is my arm bandaged? Why am I chained?"

"I bandaged your arm to your chest to prevent your movements from bothering you. The chains are Morton's order." Leslie removed the blankets to inject her leg. "I'll find a way to free you, just be patient."

Huntress eye's narrowed looking at the needle "Don't have pills?" she whispered, closing her eyes, she felt so tired.

"I see you still have your aversion to needles." After injecting her, Leslie covered her again. "Now…" she leaned over her and fixed her eyes on hers, "listen to me."

The girl opened her eyes again. That tone of her voice was not friendly.

Leslie knew that she couldn't ask Helena nicely. Unfortunately, Huntress was as stubborn and obstinate as her father. It didn't matter if she wanted to accept it or not. "We are trapped. He is really insane and the doctor that was with him is too. If you want us to survive, you must follow my orders: First, you don't know me, call me Doctor or Doctor Tomkins; I'll call you Huntress. We don't know each other. Understand?"

The brunette growled disapprovingly.

"I don't want growls, I want a yes, I asked: Do you get it?"

She only accepted orders from three people, and Leslie was one of them. "… right."

"Second, stay calm and don't try anything stupid."

Huntress nodded, she was too weak to argue. "Could you take this tube out of my nose?" she asked.

Leslie smiled and went to the IV bag remove it. "No, you are in intensive care now. If you are connected to all this sophisticated and expensive equipment, it's because I want to see your ass out of here as fast as possible, so don't screw up all my work."

Doctor Moore walked inside the cell. "Here is the IV." He looked at the brunette and gave Tomkins the bag. "How is she?"

"How would you feel if an asshole shot you in the back?" Leslie smirked.

Huntress glared at him. She didn't like that man. She closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

"Oh, I hope we can begin to work on her soon." He tried to touch the girl's face.

Leslie knew it was best to avoid problems. She took his hand a second before he touched her. "I just gave her a sedative, it's better to let her sleep."

"Oh.."

"I'm interested in starting the analysis of your notes. Could we work on it?"

"Yes. Please. I have them in the computer system. Follow me."

Leslie followed him out of the room where she had been talking with Morton. Morton watched them go, he grinned and walked inside the cell. He had her, finally. She would help him to find a way to finish with all those freaky people.

Leslie was not stupid, she knew she had given her a strong dose of drugs to help her endure the pain and to keep her quiet. In some way she was grateful for it, knowing that, in all her senses, Huntress would try to escape, regardless of her physical condition and maybe it would make things worse. Morton had her and it was hard to accept, but she wasn't in any position to try to escape. She could wait and try to recover before doing something her own way.

Her senses turned on. She opened her eyes and discovered him smiling. He stood at the edge of the bed. She tried to sit but the pain in her back made her grunt and kept her from moving.

"I see you are uncomfortable." Morton smirked, his eyes changed in cat form.

She felt a chill run up her spine, she knew she was at a disadvantage.

"Come on, Huntress, you know that I couldn't catch you by asking you to come with me. I needed be a bit rough. It's not my fault, you aren't exactly… 'easy'."

Huntress glared at him.

Morton walked next to her. "After our last encounter, I understood that I would never finish if I tried to kill your freak family one by one to avoid my headaches. It would take me all my life."

"We are not freaks." She clenched her teeth.

"You are the abnormal one, not me."

"May I remind you that you are like me?" She smiled evilly "You are one of us."

He tried to contain his fury, jaw clenched. He was a normal human, he was, she was lying. "Never say that again." He growled.

"You are worst than us," Huntress burned her cat pupils into his, "you steal our abilities and use them to kill. You are a killer, not us."

He was not a freak; he had hated himself since the first time he had discovered them because they were the ones that had ruined his life. He would be normal only when the last of them were underground. Blinded with anger, he put his hand on her throat. "Shut up!"

"Do your friends know who you really are? Did you tell them that you killed those innocent people?"

He tried to slap her, but she breaked the chain and stopped his hand in mid air; she used it to hit him on his nose roughly. He stepped back.

Huntress knew she was in trouble, she pulled the breather from her nose and rolled on the mattress to the other side, pulling the wires and cables connected to her. It was a bad idea to try to stand up less than twenty four hours after a surgery; her legs couldn't support her own weight and she hit the ground hard. The support of the IV in her arm fell, creating a loud noise. She grunted, clenching her teeth and holding her leg.

Morton grabbed his nose between his hands, he looked and saw they were bloody, she had broken his nose. "Bitch!" He walked furiously toward her.

Huntress was trying to stand up, but with her right arm wrapped and her wounds, she didn't have much mobility. Suddenly, she felt his hand on the back of her neck; Morton pushed her hard against the floor. She tried to move, but he grabbed the wrist of her free arm and twisted it back, putting his knee over her injured thigh. She cried and kept still to prevent him from hurting her more. He had moved very fast.

"Want to play rough?" He grinned, pressing his knee into her leg. Huntress bit her lip and tried to free herself unsuccessfully. Morton laughed and leaned over her. "I'm stronger now, strong like you. You couldn't defeat me when you were uninjured, do you think it's good try to do it now?"

She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes; that insane man was hurting her.

"No, it was you and your damn freak race. I'm going to finish off all of you." He pressed his knee into her leg even harder.

She growled and struggled, unsuccessfully; it was really painful.

"Are you okay, sir?" The main door opened and two security guards appeared pointing at her with their rifles. They had walked inside after hearing the noises inside the cell.

"Yes," Morton said. "I'm okay. This bitch tried to attack me.". He released her and stood up, cleaning his nose.

Huntress moaned in pain holding her leg. She felt the bandage was wet, a warm wetness, that asshole had opened her wound. Dr. Moore walked inside the room at that moment, he looked at the movement inside the cell.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Where is Tomkins?" Morton looked at him furiously, walking outside the cell.

"At the computer, working on the antidote, I came here for some notes. What happened?"

"Clean up the mess that she made and keep her quiet." Morton faced him.

Moore looked, frightened by his cat eyes. "W...what?"

"Help those men to put her in her place and keep her quiet. I don't want her touching me again! Understand?"

Dr. Moore nodded.

"Right," he looked at the guard at the door, "you, take Dr. Thomkins to her bedroom. She needs rest and I don't want her alone at the computers. Go!" Morton went to his office. He needed to finish his plan, he knew it was not an easy one and he would need more help.

Barbara had many maps opened on her screen. She pressed some keys and looked at them again, one by one. She had been examining all the maps of New Gotham, unsuccessfully. She couldn't avoid feeling nervous. Morton wasn't a sane person; well, what criminal and killer like him was sane? She didn't yet understand yet why Morton had taken Leslie with him? Why had Leslie had gone and not called or left her a message beforehand? Maybe she still thought Morton was a cop. She hoped she would be okay, she prayed she would be okay. She knew he didn't want kill to Huntress… soon, but she wasn't sure about her old friend.

Alfred arrived with a tray of tea. "Have anything?"

"No, I'm just checking the streets near the place where the ambulance was found. Police checked all the buildings five blocks around and found nothing."

"Do you think they moved her in another car?" Dinah asked, sitting next to her in front of another computer.

"I don't think so, but… I don't see any other way to explain how they disappeared. If he moved them out of the city, I don't have any idea where they would be. Reese is looking too, unsuccessfully. Wait a second…." She typed at the keyboard.

"Something wrong?" Alfred raised his brow.

"I'll create a map. I'll mark the places where the bodies were found and the place where the ambulance disappeared. Maybe it will provide a clue." Barbara knew she needed to move fast; she didn't know how much time she had to find Leslie and Helena. "Dinah, try to find out where the abductions took place, I want to mark those on here too."

"Right."

Barbara pressed the search button and leaned back, waiting.