Helena cocked her head, she noticed her mom was being very friendly with that tall man many minutes ago. Wait a minute. She had her hand on his cheek and was smiling. She sat straight up on her chair, glaring at them. And now she was... she was bringing him to their table??? She didn't like that.

Barbara was laughing at a comment of Leslie's; the old woman looked at Helena and hit Barbara with her elbow; the red head turned to her and Leslie pointed at Helena. The redhead moved quickly and, taking Selina's sunglasses, she put them over the little brunette's eyes.

The child pushed her hand away, but Barbara held the glasses on her face.

"Barbara!" she grumbled in annoyance, waving her hands.

"Don't move them!"

"Why?"

"Dammit, your eyes," the red head whispered in her ear, "your eyes changed. Don't move the glasses."

Helena turned to look at her, moving the eyeglasses down her nose "Who is he?" she asked, referring to Wayne.

"Just a friend," Barbara moved Helena's glasses up her nose.

Helena moved them down again. "He looks more than friendly."

"He is just a friend." Barbara grumbled, moving the eyeglasses up again.

"Are you arguing?" Selina asked looking at both of them. She and Bruce stopped in front of them.

Barbara smiled, moving back to her chair, "No, we were just talking about... men." She pushed the sunglasses up Helena's nose with her index finger.

The child moved back. "Leave me alone."

Selina knew something was wrong. Bruce thought the girl looked funny with those eyeglasses that were bigger than her face.

"Why the eyeglasses, Helena?" Selina frowned, crossing her arms.

"The sun is bright," Leslie said, moving her index finger to her eye and pretending to scratch it. "You know she has sensitive eyes."

Selina understood. "Ohh… I see… Helena, this is Mr. Wayne, Bruce Wayne."

"Hi, Helena, nice to meet you," he said, walking next to her and extending his hand to her.

Helena moved her head up. He was really tall. "Hi…".

Barbara pushed her arm to make her took his hand. Helena glared at the redhead. He smiled and leaning down, he kissed the back of her hand. Helena immediately turned her head to him feeling his lips on her skin. The sunglasses slipped a bit down her nose. He could see her feral eyes and smiled.

Leslie covered her face with her hand.

"You are the image of your mother." Bruce said, using his finger to move the glasses up her nose again.

"This whole house is yours?" Helena asked.

"Yes, it was my parents' and now it's mine."

"Wow."

"Mr. Wayne, the governor has arrived," a man dressed in black interrupted.

"Oh…" he looked at the girl, "it was a pleasure to meet you, Helena."

"Thanks."

"Enjoy the day, Leslie, you are suffering," Bruce teased.

The old doctor just shook her head.

"Could you please join me, Selina?" he asked the blonde woman.

"Sure." She glared at Barbara and the kid.

"It wasn't me," the redhead said.

"I'll be right back." She pointed at Helena "And you, don't remove those eyeglasses until Barbara tells you."

"Why?"

"Don't ask, just do it."

Bruce waited for Selina. She took his arm again.

"She is like you." Bruce smiled, walking toward his home.

"I'm her mother," she said.

"I'm talking…" he pointed to his eye with his index finger, "about…"

"Oh…." she said, "welll…eh…"

"She is like you."

"Half-me."

"Half-you?" Bruce didn't understand.

"She is not a complete meta, she is half meta," Selina sighed, "someday I will explain it to you."

At the table, Barbara crossed her arms and looked at Helena. "Why did you not tell me that your eyes change when you are angry?"

"I didn't know it," the child grumbled, turning to see her.

"At least you were nice with him." Barbara moved her head and took her glass of scotch.

"She has Jaçques." Helena sipped her cherry coke.

"And?"

"Last time I did something she didn't like, she kidnapped him a week. May I remove these glasses now?"

Barbara raised her head and looked behind the dark glasses. "No."

"How long do I have to wait, Leslie?"

"I don't know, I'm not meta."

"Barbara, how are you?" A male voice made the red head turn.

"Dick!" she smiled.

"May I sit here?"

"Sure, how are you?"

"Fine, hey, Leslie." He gave the doctor a kiss on her cheek.

"Hi Dick."

He moved the chair and sat, looking the child. "Who is this beautiful girl?"

"Helena," Barbara said, "she is Selina's daughter. Helena, this is Dick Grayson, a friend of Mr. Wayne."

"Hi," she said, raising her head to look at him from under the glasses on nose. The glasses didn't let her see anything.

"Nice to meet you." Dick said amused, extending his hand to her.

She extended her hand too, but she couldn't see where his was. Barbara took her wrist and guided it to Dick's hand. They shook.

"So, Selina is your mom?" Dick asked.

"Yea, do you know her?" Helena cocked her head.

"Yes, she is a good friend. I bet you are meta like her."

"Yes!" she said happily.

"Cool! Give me five." They extended high fives to each other. Barbara rolled her eyes.

"Are you meta?" Helena asked.

"No, but I have many friends that are metas."

"You can't tell everybody you are meta," Leslie scolded in a whisper.

"I thought he was."

"Don't think, obey."

"How do you know she is meta?" the red head whispered to him.

"I was watching you a long time ago," He pointed at the bar, "and how her eyes changed when you were arguing with her. She told me now she is Selina's daughter, and two plus two is four."

"I'm hungry," Helena said.

Barbara took off her glasses.

"Hey!" Helena tried to take them again.

"You are okay now." The young crime fighter pushed her head back with her finger.

"Helena, the breakfast is a buffet," Dick said, showing her the tables with his finger, "tell the waiter that Mr. Grayson asked him to give you something."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, go."

The kid happily ran toward the tables.

Barbara smirked and looked at Dick. "It's not good that she doesn't wait like everyone else."

"She is a child."

"And you are wonderful." He took her hand.

Helena looked around, bored. The morning was moving slowly. It was an adult party with some children, but the idea of playing with them didn't strike her as fun. Barbara was having fun with that guy. Her mother was talking with some women seated at the table; friends of her. Nothing interesting. She looked back, that house was really ugly. Her eyes moved up and down examining the big residence. Her gaze stopped on a man at the door. She stood up and walked toward him.

Alfred was at the big door to the garden, making certain all the guests were having a good time. After showing a lady the location of the bathrooms, he felt someone pulling his sleeve. He looked down and found the smiling face of Helena. He smiled back.

"Hi Alfred," she said.

"Good morning, Miss Helena, I see you are a guest at this party too."

"Me no, my mom. Are you babysitting someone here?"

"No," he chuckled, "I work here."

She opened her eyes wide and looked around. "Wow. It's a big place."

"Yes, Do you like it?"

"It's a bit dark, the walls are big." She looked inside. "Not much."

"Yes, the walls are big because Master Bruce likes paintings."

"Too dark."

"Are you having fun?"

"It's boring."

"The kids are playing in the garden."

"I don't like playing with kids and mom is very busy talking with her friends."

"Did you eat your breakfast?"

"Yes, I finished, it was good," she said, moving her head to look around.

He liked the girl. "Would you like to see something exciting?"

"Exciting?"

"Come with me." He took her hand.

Selina, at her table, noticed the girl had gone, she turned her head.

"Something is wrong?" Barbara asked.

"Where is Helena?"

"Don't worry." Dick said pointing to the house "She is with Alfred, maybe he is going to show her the place. Don't worry."