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"I said stop!" Leslie grabbed his wrist.

Morton pulled her back. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Only cowards hit women." The old doctor faced him, "She is injured! What do you think you're doing?"

"Go away!"

"No!" Leslie pulled his arm. "Let her go!"

He clenched his jaws and released the brunette, she fell limply to the floor. Morton pointed at Leslie with his finger. "Big mistake trying to challenge me!"

"Damn! She can't defend herself!" the doctor put herself between him and Huntress, who was on the floor, stunned.

"She is a damn thing!" Morton shouted.

"That doesn't justify you acting like a coward!"

"Maybe you don't understand, doctor," Morton faced her, "She is not human."

"That does not justify treating her this way!" Leslie noticed at that moment that Dinah was laying unconscious on the other side of the room. She was Oracle's other protégé. That was bad. "And her?" Leslie asked.

"Another stupid freak." He cleaned his lip.

Huntress tried to stand up, everything was confused in her mind.

"Stay calm, don't move…"Leslie noticed her back was bleeding and held her down.

"Take the blonde to the cell!" Morton shouted at Moore. "Dr. Tomkins, I warn you: I want that formula fast. The government is asking for it."

"The government agrees to treat these people like animals?" Leslie raised her head and glared at him.

"Doctor, we need to stop them before they kill us. We don't have time. We need to start the test this weekend, and now it's even better. We have two females."

"And what if I refuse to help you?"

He hesitated a few seconds. He couldn't let her have doubt about him; he needed her. "You can go anytime you want. Your only obligation is not to talk about this with anyone. Freaks like her don't deserve to live."

"Damn asshole…" Huntress growled, trying to stand up.

Leslie tried to stop her, but Huntress instinct and rage was stronger than her determination; "You stay quiet!" Leslie put her fingers under her shoulder and pressed a nerve. Batman had showed her that lock. The brunette cried out and kept still on the floor.

"You know how to keep her quiet." Morton smirked.

"It's not nice for an officer to act the way you act, Mr. Morton. But I understand how important this is." She released the brunette. The girl took her hand to her the back of her shoulder immediately.

"You don't know how dangerous these freaks are. Move her to the other cell immediately and keep her quiet or next time I won't be so nice with her."

"I need to bandage her, you injured her again," Leslie protested.

"Heal her there." Morton exited the room.

Leslie, worried, leaned over the young crime fighter. Her wound had opened and she had a big bruise on her cheek and a cut on her forehead. "What the hell did you do?" Leslie asked, worried, touching her back.

Huntress, dazed, moved back, refusing her touch.

"Huntress, let me help you." She tried to touch her, but the brunette moved back again and growled. Feral golden eyes glared at her. Leslie noticed she could barely keep her eyes open, he had beaten her senseless and she was confused.

"Please. You are not okay." Leslie said with a soft voice.

The guards at the door walked inside the room and tried to hold the girl. Leslie stopped them. She would try to fight and hurt herself even worse.

"Please, let me try first," she said to them.

The brunette rested her forehead on the floor; everything was moving around her. She needed to escape, she needed to get out of there.

"I didn't want to hurt you."

The voice was echoing, far away, she struggled to remain conscious. Her instinct was the only thing that kept her conscious, it was like a scream that blocked her escape. Don't surrender.

A hand touched her.

That was when she reacted violently, she tried to hit Leslie. The doctor avoided the fist; she was faster, or maybe the young woman was very stunned. Leslie wrapped her arms around her, holding her by her back.

"Huntress, it's me, calm down," she said softly into her ear. Huntress tried to break the hold, but luckily for Leslie she didn't have the strength. Leslie pressed her arms harder. "Huntres stop! Focus in my voice! You know me!"

Huntress felt a sharp pain in her back, she arched and rested her head on Leslie's shoulder.

"You are hurt! Let me help you!" Leslie almost shouted.

She blinked, she knew that voice.

"It's me monster, calm down," the old doctor lowered her voice.

Huntress closed her eyes.

"I'm Leslie," The old doctor whispered in her ear.

"Leslie?" she opened her eyes slightly.

"Yes, I'm Leslie. I need to treat you," Leslie said softly, "You are pretty badly hurt, let me help you."

Huntress lost her body; she didn't have any more strength. She felt terribly sick; her back and her leg were throbbing.

Leslie kept talking to her feeling her relaxing in her arms. "That's it, big girl, you are safe…" she soothed, "You are bleeding. I need you to let me help you." She moved her hand up and brushed her hair. "Now, two men are going to help me to take you to the bed. Okay? Let them move you."

Huntress remained unmoving. Leslie looked at the man and nodded. "Please be careful," she said. He leaned down and slowly picked up the girl in his arms to take her to another cell. Leslie followed him.

Barbara was totally focused on finding the code that Leslie had sent her. Alfred walked into the room. The Not having news from her two friends made her felt tense.

"Miss Barbara, don't you think it would be good for you to try to eat something? I prepared spaghetti."

"Yes, in a second, call Dinah, I'll be there in a few minutes," she answered distractely.

"Miss Dinah hasn't arrived yet."

Barbara moved back."What? She told me she was coming here…" she looked at her watch, she had been so absorbed that she hadn't noticed the time, "… two hours ago." She pressed a button, "Dinah, this is Oracle, where are you?."

Silence on the comm.

"Dinah? It's late, I need you to come back."

She felt something was wrong, Dinah wasn't like Huntress, it wasn't like her to not respond to her comm. She typed at the keyboard, looking for her signal.

"Something wrong, Miss Barbara?"

"Dinah has disappeared, her comm signal is dead… I can't locate her."

"She talked with Master Reese."

"True." The red head pressed a button, "Maybe she is with him."

::Detective Reese::

"Reese, this is Oracle, is Dinah with you?"

:: No, she told me she was going to see you after we talked in my apartment. I'm finishing checking all the files as you requested. Something wrong?::

Barbara felt a heavy weight over her shoulders. She rubbed her nose and took a deep breath. "I can't find her. Did you find anything?"

::Are you sure she disappeared?::

"Yes." She shook her head. "Don't worry, I'll look for her, let me know if you find anything."

::Yes… sand.::

"Sand?"

::Yes, but not a usual type, on their clothes, it's red, like clay.::

"Alfred will find you. I need to analyze it."

::All right, Ill go back to my home, that was the last time that I saw Dinah, maybe I will find some clues::

The redhead couldn't hide her worry. She looked at Alfred. "I need to know what happened to Dinah."

Alfred touched her shoulder, "She knows how to take care of herself. I'll go see Master Reese."

Barbara sighed, she couldn't do more. "Right, I need figure out this code."

The place was almost completely dark. Not pleasant. An old woman was seated on the side of a mattress where a young woman lay stomach down, her back bare. She had a tray in her lap and was pouring alcohol on some cotton.

Cold, she felt cold on her back. Slowly, she opened her eyes: After a few seconds, she could see a grey brick wall in front of her. Where was she?

Cold again, it was a cloth, and a woman's hand was moving it softly on her back. She slowly turned her head to the other side. Leslie sat next to her, cleaning her back.

"How do you feel?" the old doctor said softly.

The brunette didn't respond; she looked at the bars of the cell that caged her.

"Forget it," Leslie said, knowing what was she thinking, "Titanium and electricity."

Huntress closed her eyes. Dammit. She wanted to get out of there.

"How do you feel?" Leslie asked; the girl didn't respond. Thomkins understood she was annoyed. "I'm sorry for the lock." She moved a dry towel on her back. "But he wanted to kill you. I didn't want that, you are at a disadvantage. If you attacked him again, I couldn't stop him. Why did you attack him? Are you crazy? You opened your wound."

"He was going to hurt Dinah," Huntress mumbled. "I couldn't let him."

"He was taunting you, what did he want?"

"Where is Dinah?" Blue eyes looked around.

"Don't worry, she is safe now." She took some gauze and tape, "You are lucky, only the stitches opened, I was so worried for your lung. Now tell me what he was trying to do, taunting you with Dinah."

Huntress remained silent.

"Angry again? You are always angry, do you know that anger and aggression stem from fear?"

"I'm not afraid."

"We become hostile when we're trying to protect ourselves, but there's the secret. What we're trying to protect is that soft, warm, compassionate, vulnerable place in ourselves. It's because you are open to the world and can be deeply touched that you strived to shield your heart in the first place. I choose to try to remain open. You choose keep it hidden."

Helena kept silent again, with her look lost. After long silent seconds she whispered: "Why do you call me little monster?"

Leslie smiled, covering the open wound with the gauze. "Long story."

"I want to know."

" I called your father monster, he scared me. He was dark, mysterious, he had something that always made me feel scared of him. I knew, in some way, he felt something for me, but… I couldn't avoid feeling scared."

"I heard that, that he scared people."

"Yes, he has a strong personality. When I met you and I knew you were his daughter… it was a big surprise for me." Leslie finished taping the gauze, "You were terrible, so I decided then to call you: "Little monster," a perfect nickname.

Huntress smiled slightly.

"That's the story." Leslie patted her back. "Ready."

"Are there more metas here?"

"Yes, they are locked in another room, Dinah is there too. Morton prevents them from trying to escape by keeping them drugged."

"How is Dinah?"

"I'm going to see her now."

"We need to get out of here."

"Huntress, you were shot just three days ago, please, Morton has injured you, and, this time, seriously. You are meta, you heal faster, but you are not indestructible. You need time to recover. Don't try anything. Use your head, not your heart please. Give me time, deal?"

Huntress didn't like the idea. Morton was a dangerous man.

"Please," Leslie brushed her hair, "I've never failed you."

She was right. The brunette nodded, closing her eyes. But she was not sure her patience would help. She felt sleepy. "You drugged me again?" she mumbled.

"No, I just gave you something for the pain. Now sleep, I'll be back later with news about Dinah." The doctor kept petting her until Huntress slowly fell asleep. She felt a light vibration on her hand, she moved her arm slowly to the back of Oracle's protégé and felt her purring. She smiled to herself. She hadn't felt her purr since she was a child.