Robin crouched on the top of a building looking down. He had attempted to press some thugs into telling him where Mr. Freeze was and what he was planning, unsuccessfully. His hope was find one of his old assistants. Maybe he will know something; but he had been waiting for him outside his building for almost two hours with no luck. He would probably have to go back to the Batcave with no information for Batman.

The weather had been turning worse in the past few days. Snow was normal, but the last days had seen much more than an average snowfall. The temperature was incredibly low. Unexpectedly, a whip wrapped around his neck and pulled him down, making him hit the cold ground hard. Stunned, he shook his head. When he opened his eyes, he saw Caatwoman standing over him.

"Hello, wonder kid," She purred with a sexy voice.

"Hi and I'm not a kid." He sat up and unwrapped the whip from around his neck, "long time since I've seen you... well... as this."

"I was on vacation." She smiled, raising her brow and resting her hand on her hip.

"Long vacation." Robin stood up cleaning his costume, "What are you doing here?"

She rolled her whip. "Looking for you, baby."

"For me?" he asked, surprised.

"Yes, for you."

"I don't understand."

"Did you give a ride to my kitten on your bike?" She raised her head to look at him.

"Kitten?"

She walked toward him. He couldn't deny that she could make anyone nervous… she was... hot.

"My kitten," she purred, putting her index finger under his chin. "You know her, my little kitten."

He swallowed. Oh, she was referring to Helena, "Well... yes... why?"

"Maybe you don't know, but I don't want her on any bikes. Barbara didn't tell you?"

"I heard something about that, but..." He stepped back until a wall stopped him.

She stood inches from him and leaned in. Her nose was almost touching his. "You are an expert at being in trouble. Heros are experts at being in troubles often. I want my kitten far from that; I want her far from bikes, understand?"

She smelled terribly good. Now he understood why Bruce was under her charm. She had terribly desirable lips. For a second he felt guilty. He bit his lip, trying to think clearly. "Sel... Catwoman, it was just a ride, she was sad and..."

"No bikes," she interrupted, she never had liked him much anyway; she didn't understand what Barbara saw in that boy. In her opinion, she deserved someone more mature, and if he wasn't a hero, much better. Heros were boring with their "following" of the rules. "Why didn't you look for me as... Selina?" Dick asked nervously.

"It's more fun this way," Selina smirked. "Now, if something happens to my kitten, I'll rip your throat out. Better keep your bike far away from her."

"You sound a bit aggressive." Dick moved to a side.

"People are aggressive when they are pissed. I am pissed. I'm pissed to know that you, supposedly a mature 'hero', put the life of a child at risk."

"You are exaggerating."

The woman dressed in black crossed her arms and glared at him, "You know I'm not, your life is not normal. Your life will never be normal, so, if you'll stay far from my daughter, I'd really appreciate it."

"You are not normal either, how could you have a child know...?."

Suddenly, her felt her hand closing around his throat. Maybe he had gone too far in pissing off a big cat with that comment. He remained motionless, the claws that she had on her fingertips were extremely dangerous. "Don't go there, that is not your business," she growled. She didn't want to discuss her personal life with him. "Keep your bike far from her!" She released him and jumped off the building.

He rubbed his throat, she was... crazy. A damn crazy, but beautiful woman.


Barbara woke up dizzly, hearing soft knocks at her window. She raised her head, the room was dark. Moving her hand, she looked for her wrist watch on the night table. She finally found it and looked at it. Eight in the morning. She let her head fall on her pillow. Who could it be at that time, on her balcony no less? She had gone to bed so late after attending the New Gotham Police Department annual party with her dad.

She heard the knocks again. That couldn't be. Helena ran away again? This time she would kill the little demon. She sat up in the bed and noticed it was freezing. Rubbing her arms, she took her robe and covered herself with it before yawning and walking to the window. Maybe she could cover it with bricks.

She moved the curtain to the side and was surprised to see Dick outside with a big coat over him. What the hell was he doing there? "Dick what are you doing there?"

"I need to talk with you." He said rubbing his arms. It was cold, really cold outside.

"At this hour? On my balcony? Are you crazy?"

"You don't answer my calls and keep avoiding me. This was my last option."

"Well, I can't talk now, it's eight o'clock in the morning and I'm tired."

"Well, I'll wait here," Dick said, sitting on the edge of the balcony.

"You can't wait there!" Barbara almost shouted. What would the neighbors think seeing a man outside her apartment in a cold day? But he was determined, he was going to stay there until she would talk to him. He crossed his arms, waiting.

The red head rolled her eyes, if she felt cold in the room, outside was surely a fridge. Annoyed, she unlocked the door and, crossing her arms, she sat on the bed glaring at him. Dick walked inside, rubbing his hands.

"Damn, it's really cold outside," he said, trying to break the chill that was colder inside than the one outside.

"What do you want?" Barbara asked, looking for her clothes on a chair. She removed her robe.

"You look much better with out clothes." He smiled, taking off his coat.

The redhead picked up a sweater and put it over her head. "You have five minutes, Dick."

"Have you noticed how bad the weather has turned?" He sat on a chair next to the wall. He couldn't avoid looking at her legs, long and muscled.

Barbara took her pants and turned to look at him. "Yes. I read the news; some roads are closed, as is the airport."

He blinked and shook his head. "So much snow is not normal. We think Dr. Freeze is behind all this."

"Couldn't you wait until later to tell me this?"

"I wanted to see you too."

Barbara moved her head and, closing the button of her pant,s took a hair brush. "Dick, I'm not in the mood. What does Batman say about all this?"

She was difficult, really difficult. He sighed. "He is worried, he doesn't know what to think. He examined the snow and it's normal."

"Well. That means that if Freeze is behind this, we need to work quickly to find him." She crossed her arms and looked at him, "Anything else?"

"Why are you so mad at me?" He stood up and walked towards her.

"You know why." She tried to move but he grabbed her wrist.

"No, I don't know."

"I hate that you try to use me to get information for him!" She pulled her arm.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know it." Barbara tried to move again, but he held her again by her wrist, but this time, he didn't release her.

"I don't want to fight, I want to talk. Please."

"Dick..."

"Please."

The redhead closed her eyes for a second; maybe as he said, it was better to talk. She sat and fixed her eyes on him. "Batman sent you to ask me about Helena's father."

"No."

"Then why did you ask me about it?"

"I was just curious! Bruce never asked me anything." Dick explained, sitting next to her.

"I don't believe you." The redhead shook her head.

"I don't understand. Well, Catwoman is... weird... she has always only had interest in jewels, money, the good life, she disappeared and suddenly she re-appers with a kid! And she says she has changed! I can't believe that... I think something is behind all this. She is lying."

Barbara rolled her eyes. "She is not lying, she made a choice to have her daughter and she wants the best for her."

"Who is that kid, how she could do change her in that way? I don't buy this."

"I can't believe it..." Dick locked his eyes on hers.

"And I can't believe you are just "curious"," Barbara said to him.

He took her hands between his, "Why would I lie to you? Why?"

"Because you are loyal to Bruce!" She pulled her hand back and tried to stand up again.

He stopped her and almost pushed her over the bed, taking her by surprise. He leaned over her. His face inches from hers, Dick put his arms to her sides supporting his weight and looking at her. "But I don't love him," he whispered softly.

She blinked; green eyes were lost in deep blue ones.

"Look at me, you know I'm not lying to you."

Barbara couldn't move under his weight... or maybe she didn't want to?

"I love you, I love you so much," he whispered and moved down, brushing his lips against hers. The soft caress made her tremble.

"But..." she tried to say.

He closed her mouth with another tender kiss. "You never lie to me," he said softly. "I trust you. Why can't you trust in me?"

The words were gone from her throat. That was true, he had never doubted her word, and he had always supported her; she felt guilty. "I'm sorry... I..." He closed her mouth again, pressing his lips against hers. She lost herself in the sensation of his gentle touch. Dick wrapped his arms around her back. After long seconds, he moved back lightly to breathe.

"Do you forgive me? I didn't do anything..." He brushed her hair.

"I need to think about it," she gasped.

"Why are you so difficult?"

She didn't answer. She just wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.


"I want cookies," Helena told Selina.

"You have eaten so much." The beautiful woman walked with inside a big department store, taking her child's hand. She was looking for a special dress, unsuccessfully. She stopped in front of the woman's department and looked at a blue one. Helena sighed and looked around.

"I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry." Selina looked for an employee.

"I'm growing, mom."

"Sure."

A young lady appeared, suddenly. "May I help you?"

"Yes," Selina said, "I want to see this one in size..."

"Mom, I want to go home! You have been buying clothes all morning!" the child protested; she didn't understand her mother's obsession with clothes.

"Wait just a minute." The blonde touched the fabric, it was soft.

"Selina?"

Blue eyes lifted to find green. "Barbara, hi!"

"Hi Barbara!" Helena smiled.

"Hi Hel, I thought you were in Paris, Selina," the redhead said.

"Me too, but the weather didn't help us. The airport is closed."

"Oh dammit, it's true."

"I postponed the trip." Selina smiled gently, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I just came to buy a present, we have a party at the library tomorrow. I'm going home now. And you?"

"I'm looking for a dress and shoes, I want to cut my hair too. I have an invitation to a New Year's Party." She winked.

"I want go to home, my feet hurt," Helena complained.

"Go to sit over there." Selina pointed at a cube. "We will be here a long time."

"I'm bored."

Barbara smiled. "Well, if you want, we can go out to dinner before the end of the year."

"Sure, would be a pleasure."

"Okay, I'll let you go, I'm going home now."

Helena raised her head. Her eyes shone. She had an opportunity to escape. "May I go with her?" Selina shook her head. "Please mom! My feet are killing me!" She pulled her coat, "I'll be watching tv."

"You watch too much tv."

"Please, please, please..."

Barbara laughed and touched Selina's shoulder. "I'm just going to be at home reading, Selina, why don't you let her come. You can pick her up when you are on your way back to your house. It's on your way."

"Yes, yes!" Helena nodded.

Selina took a deep breath and looked at her child. "You are a pain in the ass."

"I'll be good." The kid took her arm and rested her head on it sweetly.

"Let her come, you can shop in peace and take your time," the redhead suggested.

"All right, all right. Go, go."

"Thanks, mom!" Helena pulled her down to kiss her cheek.

"Don't give Barbara any trouble." She pointed at her with her finger.

"No, mom."

"And no bikes." She glared at Barbara.

"No, no..." the redhead waved her hands.

"You saved her ass, I was seriously considering tying her to a chair. Helena, take Barbara's hand and don't let go, there are so many people here today and I don't want you to get lost, all right?"

The child nodded.

"All right. Thanks, Barbara." Selina said.

"Don't worry," she took Helena's hand, "let's go."

"Can we buy cookies?"

"NO cookies." Selina said, walking inside the woman's department.

The cold weater had stopped almost all activities in the city. Maybe Batman was right, she hadn't felt such low temperatures in a long time. After buying some cookies. She and Selina's child walked toward her apartment. They crossed a park where some kids were playing in the snow. Barbara felt Helena stop walking, she turned her head back. The girl was watching some kids playing in the snow.

"Hel?." She pulled her hand.

"I'm the snow monster!" Helena turned and shouted.

"Sure, let's go!".

The brunette let go of the redhead's hand and raised her hands. "I hate people!"

Barbara cocked her head and looked at her curiously. "You what?"

Helena stepped back. "I hate people! I'm the snow monster."

"Does the snow monster want cookies?"

"Sure!" Blue eyes shone.

"No, I don't give cookies to snowmen"

Helena kneeled and taking a bunch of snow she threw it at the redhead. "I'll get you!"

"Hey, you!" Barbara raised her arm in time to avoid the snow ball.

Helena laughed and kneeled to pick up more snow. Barbara moved quickly and, putting the bags on the ground, she took snow and threw it at the brunette. The child tumbled back.

"I win!" Barbara exclaimed.

Helena cleaned her coat and frowned. She stood up quickly and ran at the redhead, who held her by her arms, laughing

"NO! Let me go!" the child yelled, struggling.

"No way." Barbara stumbled with Helena's feet and both fell to the ground in the cold snow. They rolled in the snow laughing. Barbara took a bunch of snow and threw it on Helena's head. Helena brushed off the hood of the coat that covered her head, resting on her knees, and then jumped on the redhead, throwing her back against the ground. Barbara laughed and Helena tried to fill her mouth with snow.

"Stop, I can't..." she laughed, holding her wrist; she marveled at the kid's strength. It was amazing.

"I win!" Blue eyes narrowed.

"Okay, okay, you win."

"I won! I won!" Helena stood up and jumped.

"Oufff, okay, you win."

Helena looked around, the park was covered with snow. "Can we make a snow man?" she asked.

Barbara cleaned her back off. "It's cold, we must go home. "

"Just a small one. Come on!" Helena pulled her sleeve.

Barbara thought in silence a second, the last time she had made a snowman had been five or six years ago when she was in high school.. one afternoon with some friends. Why not try again? She smiled. "All right."

The kid kneeled on the floor and began to move snow. The young crimefighter followed her. She almost had almost forgotten the feeling of the snow under her hands.

"Where is your boyfriend?" the kid asked distractedly.

"I don't have a boyfriend." The redhead didn't hesitate.

Helena stopped what she was doing and narrowed her eyes. Green eyes felt the weight of blue ones on her. She raised her eyes and found Helena's face. "He's not my boyfriend."

"Well, he must be," Helena took another fist of snow, "he has a cool bike... Why do you deny it? I had saw him in your house."

Barbara blushed. "I'm not denying it... and, yes, you have seen him, friends visit friends."

Helena looked at her and smirked. "Barbara, babies don't come from Paris."

Suddenly, they heard suddenly a loud explosion. Barbara turned her head just in time to see a big wave of snow coming toward them. She grabbed the child by her waist and ran. She knew that no matter how fast she could run, the wave would reach them in seconds. She jumped, with the child in her arms, behind a trash container and covered her with her body. Suddenly, everything turned back when the avalanche reached them.