"I want your contribution to my foundation." Mr. Freeze said, grinning. "Please, if you put your money in my men's bag, I really would appreciate it."
A man struggled with a thug when he tried to take his wallet. Freeze pointed at him his weapon and shot. The man froze in a second.
"That was not a smart move," he said.
"Neither was yours," Robin shouted from the top of the building.
Freeze pointed at him but a batarang hit his hand. He turned his head. Batgirl was on the opposite side of the Lobby.
"Get them!" Freeze shouted.
Two of Mr. Freeze's men tried to trap Batgirl, but she hit them roughly. Robin jumped down and fell on three more. The people began to run and the place turned chaotic. Mr. Freeze furiously tried to freeze Batgirl. She jumped before the blast could hit her and he shot one of his men.
Mr. Freeze noticed the two young heros were hitting his men hard. He shouted at the men that were carrying the money bags, to exit the place immediately. He took his gun and begun to shoot it everywhere.
"Dammit." Dick hid behind a stone.
Batgirl ran when he began to follow her with his shots. Dick noticed it and threw a batarang at him, the weapon flew in the air and fell a few meters from freeze. Dick tried to hit him, but the man was agile, he ducked and hit him roughly with his elbow.
"Asshole!" he shouted.
He took his gun and ran toward the exit. Batgirl threw a batarang with a rope that he froze in the air. She had to let go of the rope before the ice covered her too. She rolled and followed him, as did Robin.
Mr. Freeze turned and shot toward the entrance forming an ice wall. Robin and Batgirl bounced against it.
"He is going!" Robin growled.
"Not yet," the red head took out her hook and threw it to the ceiling, before the rope lifted her, Robin ran to her and held her waist and took the rope with his free hand. He smiled at her.
"I like this system of climbing… and the company."
"Thanks."
They jumped to the ground and went toward the front part of the museum, but the criminal's car was wheeling down the street. He pointed his gun and shot at some civilians on the sidewalk.
"I guess you didn't bring your bike in your bag," the young man said.
"You are right," Batgirl sighed, "and now it's more important to unfreeze those poor people." She jumped down to the street.
"Why are you always in a hurry?" He followed her.
After helping the frozen people, both young crime fighters were at the top of a building next to the museum, watching the police movements.
"Well, our perfect night is gone." Dick put his hands on his hips stood up next to Barbara.
"But we can still have dinner," Batgirl said, looking at him.
"Dinner? You're hungry?"
"Well," she cocked her head. "We can change and go eat."
"Change and go eat… mmm," he smirked.
"Don't you like dessert?"
"Mmmmm, what kind of desserts?" He leaned his face against hers, raising his eyebrow.
"What do you like?" She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I have many specialties."
"Let me taste it, and I'll tell you." Dick grinned.
"Just a taste?"
He kissed her lips softly. "I don't think so…"
Selina was hurriedly picking up clothes off the floor, she was picking up Helena's room. It was Saturday, early, almost eleven o'clock, Helena was in the living room, watching cartoons, she never understood why kids could wake up so early on weekends and, yet, it was so difficult to wake them up on school days. Samantha, the woman that helped her three times per week, was helping her do laundry.
The tall blonde picked up Jaçques and the stuffed squirrel stuff off the floor with some clothes. They were really dirty, she walked toward the laundry room and, opening the laundry machine, she threw them inside. She went toward the kitchen and checked the food for the day.
"Samantha!!!" she called the old woman. After a few seconds, she appeared.
"Yes, madam?"
"Did you finish?"
"Yes." The old woman appeared clean and ready to leave with a bag in her hand.
"Where are you going?"
"Oh, sorry, remember that I asked you permission to leave early?"
"Oh true." Selina hit her head. "I'm sorry, could you return on Monday?"
"Yes." The old woman nodded. "I finished with the entire house."
"I just need to clean two things more, the clothes and Helena. Turn on the laundry machine before you go and I'll get Helena in the bath."
"Right, madam. Bye, Mrs. Kyle."
"Bye Sam. Helena, bath time!" Selina shouted.
"No way!" the girl answered from the living room.
"Come on, it's late." She walked outside the kitchen and went toward the living room.
"I'm watching cartoons. Today is the Daffy Duck Marathon."
"He will be on TV all day, come on." She stood up next to her.
"No, mom!"
"Helena… I don't have time to discuss this, bath now!"
In a bad mood, Helena went toward her bedroom.
"And pick up all your toys before!"
Selina finished the meal and cocked her head; she didn't hear the water running in the bathroom, she went again towards her daughter room. Helena was on her hands and knees, looking under her bed.
"What are you doing?"
"I can't find Jaçques." Helena crawled under the bed.
Selina took her by the waistband of her pajama pants and pulled her out. "I put him in the laundry machine. Go take a bath." Suddenly, Selina heard an explosion.
"What was that, mom?" Helena asked, looking up.
"I'll go see, go get in the bath." The blonde went toward the laundry room, she had heard the noise there. As soon as she opened the door, she heard the dryer making a strange noise, she turned it off and opened the door of it. A lot of stuff flew outside immediately, she stepped back coughing; the room was covered in stuffing that looked like snowflakes. She waved her hands, and walked toward the machine.
Helena stopped in her tracks at the door frame. "What happened, mom?" she asked.
"I don't know." Selina waved her hands more and began to pick out the clothes inside and put them in a laundry basket.
Helena watched the stuffing flying all over the place and waved her hands too. It looked like fuzz. She walked toward her mom, who was bent down over the machine. Selina moved her hand inside and picked up a piece of stuffing and small shirt ripped. "Oh shit…" she mumbled, it was part of Helena's squirrel. The thing had exploded when the clothes were drying.
"What, mom?" Suddenly, Helena looked at the piece of shirt from her squirrel and blue eyes opened wide. "That was Boo!"
"Yes, seems he exploded, must have been the heat," the woman said, showing her the piece of stuffing.
"Jaçques…" Helena mumbled. Where was her lovely cat? She ran toward the clothes in the basket and began to look for her cat.
"I need to wash all this again." The blonde shook her head. The stuffing was everywhere.
"Mom, where is Jaçques?" Helena asked, scared. She kneeled on the floor, looking for her cat in the clothes.
"Oh Helena, I guess he blew up too, I'm sorry."
"What?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"He's not here," Selina removed the last clothes from inside the laundry machina, "It's all stuffing… he blew up."
"Mom!" Helena's eyes turned moist, looking frantically for her pet.
"Don't worry, I'll buy you another cat." The woman put her hands on her waist; her hair and clothes were now covered in stuffing, as were Helena's. She turned her head to see her; small blue eyes were full with tears. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I didn't know." She kneeled next to her.
"He is dead..:" Helena sobbed.
"It was an accident, don't worry, we will buy other one…"
"He was Jaçques," the little brunette shouted, standing up.
"I know, but…" the blonde tried to touch her shoulder.
"You killed him!" Helena cried loudly.
"What?"
"You killed him!! I'll never forgive you!!" Helena stepped back, her face covered in tears.
"Helena, please!"
"I'll never forgive you!" The kid ran toward her room.
The ex-criminal thought in that moment that she would gladly change her skills from dealing with any kind of crime fighter and criminals, to the ability to deal with Helena when she was angry. She needed a lot of patience and racked her brain. She looked around; the room was a disaster. She sighed, she first needed clean up and then go try to calm her daughter. "Damn stuffed pets," she thought.
