The pain in her back was killing her; he didn't give her time. Using the telekinetic powers that he was stealing from her friend, he pushed the young woman against his desk. It was like be inside a tornado, she felt her self stumbling from one side to another. Morton saw a heavy bustier and launched it against her. The heavy object crashed on his target. Huntress clenched her teeth as her leg hurt.

"Are you enjoying this "hunt"?" Morton smirked circling her.

Unexpected, he felt her leg in his gut knocking his wind out. He stepped back. The brunette shook her head, she was in a lot of pain but she couldn't stop. She supported her weight on her elbows to stand up again.

Angrily Morton raised the pipe that was on the floor with his mind and using it as a javelin, he threw it towards the brunette. Dinah appeared and looked horrified at it; she raised her hand and stopped the stick a few inches from Huntress' back. Dinah looked him with anger.

"I knew you were near." Morton raised his hand to her sending her a wave of impact. The blonde raised her hands creating a force shield infront of her to avoid the blow. Morton smiled. "This is going to be a pretty nice fight." He used his mind power and began to throw objects at her. She kept her shield on to protect her self.

He raised his other hand to push the brunette to the floor.

"Leave her alone!" Dinah shouted.

"It will be a pleasure killing both of you." Morton laughed enjoying the feeling of power that Dinah's abilities gave him. He walked toward the brunette who was struggling to sit up.

"I said leave her alone!" the blonde shouted feeling the anger growing inside her while still using her mind power to shield herself.

Morton laughed "Let me finish with her and later I'll take care of you." Morton turned and raised a heavy table from a corner by just looking at it.

"Shit…" Huntress mumbled looking him. That nut really has stolen her friend's powers. She crawled trying to cover her self with something. Morton sent the table towards her with incredible force.

"Huntress!!!" Dinah shouted lowering her shield. She surprised Morton by slamming him against the wall with the movement of her hand.

The brunette raised her arms to her head trying to cover her self. To her surprise, the furniture bounced against an invisible force in front of her and hit a wall breaking in two pieces. She sighed with relief, that was close.

Morton tried to free himself from the invisible force gripping him. A tight grip around his neck made him choke. Dinah focused on the man; she wanted kill him, he had hurt her friend. Maybe Huntress didn't accept her as part of her family, but she really felt something for the brunette. She and Oracle were her only family, and no one was going to steal her from the only family she had in years.

"Dinah no!" Huntress tried to stand up, but her leg was numb and didn't respond. "Dinah!"

Morton felt the lack of oxygen burn in his lungs. The strength of the blonde surprised him.

"Dinah!... Dammit." The brunette growled looking for a way to support her self and stop her.

"He was going to kill you!" the teen couldn't hide her fury.

"I know, but it's our job is stop him." Huntress fixed her eyes on her, and gazed to the man who was struggling to breathe. "You did it. You stopped him; you did it well, our work is finished. Let him go."

"No, he will try to kill you again. I'm not going to let him try to hurt us again."

Oracle looked through the grille of the air duct, she knew her protégée would kill Morton; she looked for her lazer pen to cut the screws.

"Dinah," the brunette had managed to stand up and went to her. "don't be like him. Let him go."

The young girl didn't respond, her eyes, still focused on him, welled up.

"I'm okay kid, let him go," Huntress said, "we did our job. Let the police do it's job."

"But he…" the blonde hesitated but she slowly released her grip on the man. Huntress noticed it. Oracle removed the grille but didn't move; she watched the two girls in silence.

"Look at me," blue eyes looked for the teen's, "you saved me. You did it. We finished. I don't want you kill just for me; I'm not worth it."

"You are worth it!" Dinah looked at her with anger. Morton fell to the floor coughing. "Don't say that. You are my family! As is Oracle! I can't let him try to hurt you again! Why I can't stop him?"

Huntress looked at her with sadness, "I don't want you live my nightmare," she talked to her in soft voice, "I've lived in darkness for so long... fighting against my fears, my anger... its been difficult. My only light has been Oracle... and now you. I don't want to lose you."

"You worth so much to me." The blonde hugged Huntress crying, "I have been so scared thinking I will lose you."

"Kid…" Helena couldn't avoid hug her. She understood the need for love from her friend; she had felt the same once, many years ago. When her mother died.

Oracle smiled; she felt touched. Morton coughed trying to take in air. The red head took out one of her sticks and threw it against his head. He fell to the ground, knocked out. Huntress and Dinah heard the noise, they looked at him and then up.

"Nice shot." the brunette smiled.

"I haven't lost the touch." the red head smiled too.

"I can imagine," she looked the blonde, "she used my ass to practice when I was in high school."

"Not my fault." Oracle said, she heard noises from the corridor. "Ill see you out." she put the grille in it's place again.

"Huntress," Reese walked inside the place at that moment, "are you okay?"

"Yes…" the brunette replied, she tried to walk and her bad leg. Dinah held her to prevent her from falling.

"You are not okay." the blonde said.

"I just need a moment."

"Sure, sure." The detective moved his arm to her back and helped her to walk. "Is Oracle here?" Reese asked "She helped us a few minutes ago."

"She just left." Huntress smiled at him, "she doesn't like the mess."

"And the people downstairs?" Dinah asked.

"I called police, they will arrive in a few with paramedics. They are okay, just drugged." He looked worriedly at the thin brunette. "A doctor needs to check you."

"Don't remind me. I have just one and she is always grumpy with me." Huntress raised her brow, "and I guess she is waiting for me outside."

"You are right." Reese looked her feeling happy to see her again.

"She is a pretty bad patient." The blonde winked.

"You don't need say that." Reese said, "I know."

Dinah took a sip of her coffee sitting in the kitchen, her gaze lost in the steaming liquid in front of her. She felt ashamed, she was sure she had disappointed her mentor and it made her feel sad. Inside Barbara's room, she and Leslie were tending again to Helena. The girl barely could move after the last fight.

"Want something to eat Miss Dinah?" Alfred asked.

"I'm, not hungry, thanks."

"I thought you'd feel happy to see everything is okay now."

"I'm happy." she raised her head to him. The sadness in her pale blue eyes was evident.

"Well, you look as if you were coming from a funeral."

Leslie finished cleaning the young crime fighter's wound in her back. It had been maybe the fourth time in the week alone that she had done it. Thankfully it would be the last. She moved back and gave Barbara the gauze and removed her gloves. "Done. How do you feel Hel?"

"Like a piece of shit?" the brunette raised her head lightly.

"I hate your vocabulary." the red head glared at her.

"I feel like it."

"You will be okay." Leslie patted the girl's shoulder, "now try to sleep."

"I'll go to see Dinah." Barbara took the tray with the scisors and medical equipment and put it in her lap.

"She is a good girl, she just needs love."

"I know. It has been hard for her; and it has been even harder trying to convince her she is a great girl. She is so insecure of herself."

"You can do it." the old woman crossed her arms and sat at the border of the bed.

"I'm trying." the red head smiled shy.

"And you are doing it wonderfully," Leslie smiled back, "I don't know where you find your protégées, but they are marvellous."

Barbara thought for a second in silence "Just one of them has given me more headaches that the other... but... yes, they are good girls."

"Bad joke." Helena grumbled.

"Shhhht, I said sleep." Leslie said raising a needle, "or want a shot in your ass?"

"I got it." the brunette closed her eyes again.

Barbara laughed and wheeled outside the room.

"I screwed it all up," Dinah finally said slipping in the chair.

"Why do you say that?" Barbara arrived in the kitchen suddenly.

Dinah tried to correct herself. "We were just talking." she said nervously moving her hair behind her ear with her hand.

"She felt ashamed because she thinks she didn't do a good job." Alfred explained raising his brown. The blonde wanted kill him with her look. Why he had told her that?

"You did a marvellous job Dinah." the red head cocked her head, "why do you doubt it?"

Dinah tried to avoid her gaze.

"Dinah?"

"I acted stupidly, I wanted to kill him." the girl stood up.

"But you didn't do it."

"But I wanted to," the teen looked at her, frustrated, "and that's not the thing you expect of me. I... I disappointed you."

Barbara blinked. "Who said that?"

"No one, I'm sorry." Dinah hugged her self and lowered her head.

"Dinah, I'm proud of you, you did an excellent job, really." she wheeled toward the teen. "You didn't kill him, that what's important. This training is to teach you to know your feelings, to control your temper, to think with your head. You did that."

"But it was because Helena was there."

"But you did it."

"And what if she wasn't there?"

"If I didn't trust in you, I never would have sent you on a mission. I sent you because I know that you can do it; you are a great girl. You are learning. Don't run Dinah, all of this takes time. And you are doing it so well!" Barbara touched her hand, "You are here because I know that you can do it; trust in you. If you don't do it, all my effort and Helena's work would be useless. It's all in you."

"If they don't trust in you." Alfred interrupted, "be sure you wouldn't be here."

"It's true," Barbara smiled and caressed her cheek, "this is your home, we want you to be here, we want you to be part of us... Thanks so much for being here."

Dinah hugged her, crying. She knew that Barbara, like Helena, wasn't used to expressing their feelings; and when she did, was because she really was feeling it.

"Thanks..." she mumbled. It was the first time in many years, that she felt part of a real family.

Helena stirred on Barbara's bed, like a lazy cat stretching her muscles. She felt like she had never slept so well. She turned to the other side of the bed and threw her arm out to hug the pillow next to her. She felt a soft, stuffed skin. She opened her eyes and raised her head immediately when she saw...

"Jaçques?" she mumbled. She looked at him in silence, it had been many years since the last time she had seen him. Eight? Nine years? He looked just like she remembered him; she moved her hand and took him, slowly she brought him to her and fixed her eyes on him. Her mind was lost in memories that raced through her head. A tear appeared in her eye and she hugged him, burying her nose in the old stuffed cat. She had wrapped her arms many times around him to feel warm and secure; she had almost forgotten how nice it felt.

"I thought you would love to see him again." Barbara's voice was heard at the door.

"Where did you find him?" Helena sat up in the bed slowly.

"In the box that you hid in my room." She wheeled inside the room.

"I had forgotten it."

"You wanted to forget it." The redhead sat next to her, "I found him lonely and dirty, so I sent him to the laundry..." Barbara smiled and patted the stuffed head, "remember what happens when you use a dryer."

Helena couldn't avoid laughing.

"How do you feel?" Barbara asked gently.

"I'm fine, thanks. Now I remember why I loved to sleep in your bed, it's soft and huge." The brunette rested her head on the pillow.

"Well, you better forget it soon because it's my bed."

"Don't be selfish. It's Christmas."

"For that reason, I'm here. You slept so long, dinner is ready and were starting in thirty minutes."

"It's late?"

"Yes, almost nine. Dress and come down, Leslie, Reese, Dinah, Alfred and Dad are here."

"Your dad is here?"

"Yes." Barbara nodded shyly. She knew they weren't the best friends.

"I'm glad to hear that," Helena said sincerely.

Barbara felt the sincerity in her words and smiled. "I know, thanks."

"I hope they forgive me, this year I haven't had time to buy presents."

Barbara leaned and whispered, "Don't say anything, but you did."

"I did?" The young woman raised her brow.

"Yes, I went to buy it for you, Jaçques went with me."

Helena laughed. "You're kidding."

"No, now dress, we'll meet you downstairs." The redhead winked and wheeled toward the exit. Suddenly, she stopped. "Oh, I almost forgot."

"What?"

"I bought this for Jaçques," Barbara wheeled back and gave her a small box.

Helena curiously opened the box and laughed again, loudly. "A tuxedo?"

"It's Christmas night. We hoped he'd join us, so... I bought something useful for him tonight."

"Oh this is great." Helena examined the small costume, kneeling on the bed.

"We'll meet you two downstairs."

"Wait." Helena took her hand before she could wheel back again.

"What?"

"Our first Christmas was sad," Helena said.

Barbara sighed remembering and nodded.

"But you helped to make it wonderful. You made me love Christmas after I hated it so much."

"You helped me to love it again." Barbara smiled.

Helena was bad at showing her feelings, but there were some, the strongest ones that lived inside her heart, that she couldn't deny; and even more when they were related to the woman that truly had rescued her from the darkness so many times. She leaned over and hugged her; Barbara wrapped her arms around her. Selina's child had grown up; the same child that had made her laugh and later, the teen that had helped her to survive her nightmares, to turn in the present into the young and brave woman that was her best friend, her daughter.

"Merry Christmas, Hel," the redhead whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Barbara," Helena answered softly.