Jesse watched Helena from behind the glass window. Helena walked up to Barbara and then turned around and watched Dinah. He wished he could do so much more than what he had already done. He wanted to reach out to Helena and grab the pain and throw it away. His eye wondered over to Dinah, who lay amongst tubes and bandages. He wondered if she would pull through, he hoped she would, for Barbara and especially for Helena's sake.
His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. He lifted the phone to his ear, "Reese." As the person on the other end spoke to him he moved away from the glass window.
"What?" His pupils widened as his face grew stern, "When?"
He rubbed his temple and sighed, "Do you have any idea where he might be?"
He looked up towards Dinah's room, "No I have a contact who might be able to help, tell the team to fall back to the entrance and wait for my instructions."
He sighed as he hung the call up. Staring at the mobile his mind formulated a plan.
She looked so pale and fragile, almost like a porcelain doll. Her blonde hair, of what was left, lay clumsily on the white pillow. Her body was hooked up into various machines, one a drip, another helped her breathe.
As Barbara soaked in the scene, she began remembering the night she woke up in hospital after the Joker had shot her.
The sound of the door opening interrupted her. She looked up to see Jesse look in.
"Sorry to bother you, I need to speak to both of you," He said softly.
Helena looked down at Barbara and then at Jesse.
"What's wrong detective?" Barbara asked.
Jesse looked at Dinah, worriedly.
Barbara chuckled sadly, "It's alright detective, it's much more private in here than out in the passageway.
Jesse entered and closed the door behind him. He looked at Barbara, then Helena then Barbara again.
"I just got a phone call from one of my superiors. There's been a break out at Arkham," He said waiting for effect, which was duly rewarded.
Barbara's face grew stern as her demeanor turned to that of Oracle.
"Who?" She asked.
"Killer Croc," he replied.
"Fucking idiot," Ambros muttered as he shoved Art forward.
"Quit it ok, it aint me fault!" Art protested, thun spun around swatting Ambros' arm away.
"Oh sure," Auley huffed as he moved the flashlight back and forth, "Had you been awake we'd have hostages to bargin with!"
"I wasn't talking to you," Art shot at Auley.
"Up your's Art," Auley shot back.
"Easy fellers, you start beating each other up you aint gonna leave anything for me," a voice said to their left.
Auley swung his flashlight around to the direction from where the voice came. There was nothing.
"Come to think of it, be my guest, saves me the effort," the voice said from their right now.
Auley swung the flashlight back to their right, "Slippery little bugger."
Ambros hit both of them on their heads, "Shut
up."
He listened carefully, he heard as slight movement behind
him, he whipped around and shot his arm forward.
Cris caught his arm and twisted it, Ambros' body followed the motion as it flipped in the air and crashed against a rock.
"GNNHH!" he moaned cradling his midsection.
"Shyte!" Art exclaimed and shot three shots to where Ambros' attacker was.
"Didn't your mom ever tell you to never play with guns? Someone could get hurt," Cris said behind him.
Art swung around and aimed, the gun twisted in his hand and smashed into his face, breaking his nose, "Bleedin fuck!" he shouted as the blood spurt over his mouth and chin.
"Lanuage," Cris chided from behind him, she lifted him up and threw him against the wall.
Hmm those lessons with Helena are paying off!
Auley trained his gun on her and fired, empting the clip. Once finished he waited for the gunsmoke to clear. There was no body.
"Missed," Cris hissed next to him and kicked him in the ribs. Auley stubled sideways.
"Bitch," Auley exclaimed and swung his rifle at her, hitting her in the arm.
Cris grimaced as the pain shot through her arm. She teleported to his side hand wrapped her arm around his neck, "Lemme tell you one thing you sorry shit, I hate guns, and I'm really starting to hate you!"
Trolley Walker was always subject to being teased about his name. His parents were stoned when they named him, and ever since it stuck like a thorn in the side. Although the teasing did affect him in some way, it wasn't to his confidence and esteem, and it was that attitude that got him the best engineer of New Gotham award, three times in a row.
But in all his years as the top engineer of the city, Trolley had never seen a mess like this.
"Whaddya mean you don't know!" he shouted over the walkie.
:It's pretty much one way sir, I can't see any way we gonna stop this leak before it bursts into the main sewers: a voice replied, it seemed faint amongst an unholy sound of machines and rushing water.
"You're going to get that leak fixed, and you're going to get it done before I get to you, do you understand?" he said sternly.
There was a brief moment then:Yes sir:
"Good, Walker out."
Helena hated the sewers, and even more she hated herself. She wanted to be by Dinah's side. She didn't want to care about some toon bin that escaped from Arkham. She actually didn't care, there was always another time she could catch him.
Then she remembered the 'code'. "Oh yeah, the 'code'," she said to herself. The code to help out when help was needed, to save those who needed saving, to bring the wrong doers to justice, To keep the city safe, yeah the 'code'.
Reluctantly Helena followed Reese through the network of tunnels, searching for the dumbest sounding perp. "Killer Croc?" she asked, "What kind of name was…"
She stopped and lifted her head. A strong sense of danger crept through her like a night chill. Her eyes morphed into feral as she spun around, trying to pin point where it was coming from.
"Helena?" Reese asked. "What's…"
Helena spun around to him and shouted, "Aftershock!"
Cris swallowed the pain and gritted her teeth as she struggled to pull the gun from Auley's hand. With one last burst of strength she ripped it away from him and threw it behind her. Leaping into the air she aimed a kick at his temple, knocking him out.
An arm wrapped came out from behind her and wrapped around her neck, "Nice moves freak, lets see you get out of this!" Ambrose sneered in her ear.
Damn! I can't teleport out of his grip, I need to get him off me! She tugged at his arm, trying to loosen it enough to slip her chin in. He was too strong, he tightened his grip.
Cris choked, her face started turning red. Need to……loosen…grip.
Her head began to swim, her eyes rolled up as she gasped for air.
The last thing she saw was the ceiling of the tunnel falling towards them.
