Selina drove the car inside an incredibly huge residence. The gardens were huge and there were many cars in front of her own. Helena opened the window and looked to the front and then to the back.

"Are we on the highway? We're not moving," she asked.

"No, many people were invited, we need to wait until people move up." Selina smiled.

"Is it a big party?"

"Yes, I told you."

After a few minutes, Selina wheeled her car in front of the door. The Valet opened the door, Selina moved out of her car and walked toward the sidewalk. Another man had opened Helena's side and she was standing up, looking at the enormous Wayne Manor.

"It's creepy," the child said.

"Oh, no, you must look inside, it's a nice place." Selina took her hand.

"He has a lot of friends," the child noted, looking at the many people who were arriving behind her.

"He is one of the most important men in the country. He's celebrating his birthday."

"My birthday is soon too, are we going to have a party?"

"Yes, but not as big as this one."

"Hi, Selina." A tall man greeted her at the hall of the house.

"Hi, Nicholas." She smiled giving him a kiss on his cheek. "Look, this is Helena, my daughter."

"Hi, Helena."

"Hi," the child said.

"How have you been, Selina?" the man asked.

Helena looked around. The place was full of people, old people; it was going to be a boring party. In a few minutes, she noticed her mother was surrounded by men. She seemed to be having fun. She never understood why the men always followed her mother. She was her mother. She looked to her left. It seemed as if party was going to be in the garden, there were many tables with umbrellas. The garden was beautiful, much better than that dark house. She grabbed her mother's hand and pulled it.

"I want to go there," she said.

"Give me a second," her mother said.

"Mom, I'm thirsty." Any excuse was good to move her far from those men. She finally achieved her goal and Selina took her to the garden. Selina continued greeting more people and Helena continued pulling her to an empty table in the garden. Finally, they were there. Selina removed her gloves and an elegant hat that she had on her head. She put her sunglasses on the table.

"Well, what's the hurry?" Selina asked.

"This place is almost full."

"Helena, there are many places."

"I like this one."

"Madam, the gentlemen there sends this to you," a waiter said to Selina, giving her a glass of wine.

Selina looked back. It was a handsome man; she smiled at him.

"And for me?" Helena asked to the waiter.

"Would the young lady like something?" The waiter smiled.

"Cherry coke?" She raised her head to look at him.

"Sure, in a second."

Suddenly, Selina saw him. Her eyes shone; she had been looking for him since they had arrived. He was handsome as always. He was at the bottom of the garden. Barbara was there, talking with him; she stood up.

"I'll be back," she said to Helena.

Helena glared at her and shook her head. She always did the same thing at all the parties. She looked around the garden; it was full of old people; many unfamiliar people. Okay, after all, maybe things weren't so bad. Where was the food? She turned her head looking back.

"Bruce, happy birthday!" Selina said, hugging him "I was looking for you, but I didn't see you."

"I'm glad you came," he said.

"Hi Babs, have you just arrived?" Selina kissed Barbara on her cheek.

"Yes, five minutes ago," the red head said.

"I'm a lucky man with you two next to me." Bruce smiled.

"Hi, Mr. Wayne." A man approached and shook his hand.

"How is your father?" Selina asked.

"He's okay, he is at that table with some friends." Barbara looked back.

"Many old men," Selina smirked. "I'd count three hundred odd years sitting at that table."

"Selina!." Barbara hit her arm playfully.

"Why don't you sit with us?" She pointed to her table.

"Sure." Barbara smiled ,seeing Helena put her head on the table. "I see she is having a lot of fun."

"You know how she is when she wants to annoy." Selina rolled her eyes. "She is angry because I hid her pet."

"JaƧques?"

"Yes, she pissed me off with him yesterday."

"And you're still alive?"

"I punished him."

Barbara laughed. "Wait, how could you punish him? He is a stuffed cat."

Selina raised her brow, "You don't have any idea how pissed off she'd be if she heard that. It's much better than punishing her."

"Well ladies, want some wine?" Bruce asked. The man that was talking with him had gone.

"Sure," Selina said.

"Later, I'm going to take a look around." Barbara said to them, knowing that maybe Selina would want a few moments alone with him. She walked toward Helena's table.

"I brought this for you." Selina gave him a small box.

"This is wonderful." Bruce said to Selina looking at his present, a golden pencil.

"I thought you would love it."

"It has a nice detail." Bruce smiled. He put out his arm and she accepted it. They walked towards the bar.

Barbara sat down next to Helena, smiling; the girl still had her face down on the table. The girl was having one of her dramatic moments. She had a feeling she knew what was bothering her. She put her bag on a chair and crossed her arms on the table.

"Do you feel bad?" she asked.

"I'm dying of boredom," she mumbled.

"Oh, I see. But you've just arrived. How could you be dying of boredom if the party hasn't started yet?"

"I can feel it."

"You could be running in the gardens."

"That's a childs thing." Helena raised her head.

"Oh," Barbara nodded, "true."

"Your cherry coke, madam." The waiter leaned down next to the child with a glass.

"Bring me a scotch, please," the red head said.

"Sure, madam."

"Why does my mom always have to be surrounded by men?" Helena sipped her coke watching her mother laugh with a tall man.

"I have to ask her what perfume she uses, I'd like to be that charming too."

"Not funny," Helena glared at her, she wanted her support. Not jokes.

"Nah, when you grow up, you will love it." Barbara tilted her head.

"What?"

"Being surrounded by men."

"I don't think so."

"We will talk about this in ten years, and I'll bet you, you are not going to tell me the same."

"Ten dollars!" Helena said immediately.

"Why do you always place a bet on everything?" Barbara rolled her eyes.

"Survival?"

"Come on! You are a child!"

"Try to live with five dollars of allowance per week."

"What expenses can you have? Just candy," Barbara crossed her arms on the table, "I know what is bothering you. You are just mad."

"I'm not mad." Helena moved her head back.

"You are mad because your mom is not paying attention to you. You are jealous."

"I'm not jealous!" she almost shouted.

"Shhh!!! You don't need to yell. I heard you perfectly well. Look, Helena, parties are for socializing, to be with friends and talk to them. You must do the same."

"I'm doing it. I'm talking with you."

"Yes, that is a point for you."

"Hi," said a familiar voice, "May I sit here?"

"Sure," Barbara smiled at Leslie Tompkins, "please."

The child cocked her head and looked at her.

"Hi, Helena." Leslie looked at herself. "Is something wrong with my dress?"

"I've never seen you dress normally."

"Helena!" Barbara scolded her.

"Normal?" the old woman frowned.

"I've always seen you dressed as a doctor."

Bruce looked at the little brunette talking with Barbara and Leslie, he finished his cup of wine and asked, "So, that is your daughter?" He had heard about her many times from Selina. At the beginning, the news had shocked him, but after the first few months, he had accepted it. He never expected Selina would want to be a mother and push her old life to the side

"Yes, do you want meet her?" Selina turned to watch her. "I have talked about her so much, but you don't know her. She is very smart."

"And beautiful as her mother." He smiled. It would be interesting know the person that had changed Selina's life so drastically.

"Come with me." She took his hand.

He pulled her against him and looked into her eyes.

She smiled. "What's wrong?"

He caressed her hand between his fingers and kissed it. "I just wanted to say I'm glad you are here."