Huntress moved to her side slowly, her back itched. It was wonderful to breathe without the damn breather. She was feeling much better. Being dazed by drugs was a nasty thing. Thankfully Leslie had given her a break, interrupting Doctor Moore's injections. She still felt still numb, but not totally lost and she could think more clearly.

"Huntress."

Morton. It was his voice. What the hell did he want now?

"Huntress, look who came to see you."

She didn't like his tone. She slowly turned her head and froze.

"Huntress, do you know who she is?" Morton smirked, he had Dinah, unconscious, between his arms.

Her eyes turned feline, she sat up in the bed; she didn't feet the pain in her back and leg with her abrupt movement. She was wearing a medical robe. "What did you do to her?" she grumbled.

"My friend found her asking too many questions." Morton smiled. "So he invited her to come visit us."

Huntress stood up slowly. She felt like the floor was moving under her feet. "Let her go."

"Mmmm…" Mortons said, surprised, "I see drugs don't stop you, right? You need to use something stronger on her," he told Moore.

Kill.

She wanted to kill him. Screw Oracle's speeches. She was just a teen, she was just a kid. "Don't taunt me, Morton…" She put her hands on the strong plastic wall;

Dr. Moore walked inside the room; he watched the brunette in surprise. "Amazing."

"I thought you drugged her," Morton said.

"I did…"

Morton looked at Huntress "Do you remember the serum that we were preparing to prevent your reproduction? We are going to test it on her."

"Don't try to hurt her." The brunette glared at him.

"Why not? Who can stop me? But maybe I won't do anything, if you tell me who is looking for you. Do you work with more meta-humans like your friend? Tell me."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Moore put a needle to the neck of the unconscious teen.

"Yes, you do." Morton smirked, "Speak or she is dead."

Huntress hit the plastic wall angrily. "Don't touch her!"

"So tell me."

She looked around; her mind was still dazed, she needed to get out of there; she needed to stop them before they could hurt Dinah. She moved her arm back slowly and grabbed the table where the heart monitor was.

"So Huntress? What do you say? Your time is almost up."

Using all her strength, she took the table and rolled it against the plastic wall, cracking it. Morton and Moore stepped back, surprised. Huntress moved the table back and crashed it against the wall again, finally breaking it.

Morton released Dinah and jumped back to avoid a heavy computer from falling on him.

"Don't touch her, I said," the brunette shouted, supporting herself on the frame. Her back hurt with the rough movement, but it didn't matter to her

The guards opened the door. Morton stopped them with his hand, "The brave girl is up and she's mine." He laughed. "Huntress, have you noticed that I don't have anymore headaches? It's a new serum we created."

"It's a shame the serum doesn't help your sick mind." The young crime fighter fixed her eyes on his and walked toward him, limping. She tried to focus, she still felt the floor moving under her.

"You amaze me… you can stand up. Maybe we can finish the fight that was interrupted by your friends months ago."

"Any time."

"Good," he walked toward her. His eyes changed to those of a cat.

She felt a shiver down her back. Her body tensed, she prepared to attack; she knew she was at a disadvantage, but she didn't have any other option. He threw a kick at her that she stopped by raising her arm. She stepped back and almost fell; her leg was not supporting her well.

"Quick reflexes." Morton smirked, "But do you think you can be fast enough for me?"

Barbara finally had some time and opened her email to read it. It was full, she began to check them one by one. Suddenly, her eyes stopped. "Leslie…" she mumbled. She opened it and read… it was a mail asking her "assistant" to do run some tests of samples and analyses attached. She opened it.

There were some medical terms about blood composition and a kind of serum. "There must be a message here,"she said to herself and began to type at the computer.

Morton attacked her; Huntress ducked and punched him, but it was if he knew what was she was thinking. He stopped all her blows. Making a fast turn, he kicked her wounded leg with his leg. The brunette cried, bending down and holding her thigh.

He stepped back, amused, and began to circle her. "Come on, don't disappoint me."

He never saw it coming, suddenly something just hit his feet and he fell backwards. Helena stood up limping; she had moved quickly and swept him with her good leg and supporting herself with her arms.

"Bad move." Morton grumbled, standing up, "I should warn you, now I can choose."

"Choose what?"

"Choose which meta powers I can use against you." Morton raised his hand toward her.

Huntress felt a powerful force push her back. She crashed against a table that broke under her weight. She grunted, her back was on fire; she glared at him; the moron had stolen Dinah's powers.

Morton smiled. "It's fun time."

She bit her lip and turned to stand up. Huntress felt strong hands around her throat; but he was far away smiling. Some invisible force lifted her off the floor; he was using Dinah's mind powers, she tried to stretch her feet so she wouldn't lose the support of the floor.

"It's amazing, the things your friend can do." Morton went to her, enjoying the new power he had. "Have you ever felt her strength?"

Huntress gasped, trying to breathe. Using his mind, he slammed her against the wall. She fell heavily to the floor.

"Maybe you need to learn that it's a terrible mistake to challenge me." His eyes changed to feline form.

She raised her eyes and saw him over her. She kicked him and Morton stepped back. She stood up, supporting her weight on just one leg.

"You need to learn." He smirked.

She tried to smash her fist in his face, but he ducked and kicked her wounded leg. She lost her balance and hit the ground. He leaned over and smashed his fist against her jaw; taking her by the neck of her shirt, he raised her easily and threw her across the room. She hit the stretcher where she had been laying, breaking it. The pain paralyzed her; she arched her back, feeling that she had broken it.

"You like to play rough, no?" Morton shouted, "Let's play." He walked to her and easily raised her off the floor again.

"You will pay." She growled at him.

"And who is going to stop me? You?" He punched her hard in her gut.

Leslie was sending another email through the computer to Oracle. She needed her help soon. She didn't have any idea as to where they were and Morton was becoming impatient. Huntress wasn't helping so much. She heard the noise of glass breaking. She turned her head, the brunette came to her mind immediately. She sent the message and closed the window on the computer. She walked as fast as she could toward Huntress' cell.

Another loud noise was heard in the corridor. More glass breaking. She ran. The door of the cell was open. In the doorway, a guard looked inside. She pushed him and walked inside at the time that Morton sent Huntress to the floor with a hard blow on her face.

Stop!" Leslie yelled, running toward him.

The brunette, stunned, looked at Morton over her and tried to avoid the next blow, but his fist hit her on the side of her head. Huntress saw stars and almost lost consciousness. He raised her by her shirt lapel and moved his hand back to hit her again.