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Was not the pain in the back of her neck who made her woke up, was the cold, the cold that felt like small needles over all her body. Blue eyes opened and blinked. Frozen walls surrounded her, she couldn't see a door, just a hole in the ceiling, not helpful. She closed her eyes a second remembering what had been happened. Just flashes appeared in front of her eyes: traffic, cold, a fight.

Mr. Freeze, had been Mr. Freeze. His men had overwhelmed her.

"Mrs. Kyle, Selina Kyle." She hear a voice above her. Freeze was there.

"What do you want?" she muttered raising her head. The crazy man was at the top, looking her throught the hole at the ceiling. Was that a cave? Seemed as.

"Just to show your boyfriend that I'm not playing." He turned and in that moment she noticed a web cam pointing her. "See Mr. Bruce Wayne? This is not a game, at this temperature I don't think she would survive more of 24 hours. It's up to you. My money or her life. Bye."

"Son of bitch…" blue eyes turned feral, she stood up and tried to jump but he pointed her with his gun "I don't suggest do try it. First too high, second, Ill turn you in an ice cube before your feet leave the ground."

Fist in balls she looked him go, anger running throught her vains. As soon as she walked away a cell covered the hole in the rooftop. She grumbled and looked around, she needed escape, and faster.


"Bruce! Let me help you." Barbara almost yelled at the phone.

:Don't worry Barbara, Dick and I are working on it.: said the voice at the other side of the line.

"Please Bruce…"

:You are healing yet, I don't want worry me for you too. Stay at home and take care of her daughter, Helena. Dick told me you have her.:

"Yes, yes…" Barbara walked nervous around her hall.

:She knows:

"No, no Im hiding it to her, her heart would break if she knows it. She loves her mother so much. Im avoiding she watch news on Tv or read newspapers. Luckily is weekend and she not goes to school. Her friends would ask her many questiones."

:So, keep the secret.:

"I want help you."

:You are helping now. I have work to do.:

Click.

"Bruce?"

Silence.

"Bruce?... Bruce? Dammit!" she hung the phone with strength and put her hands on her waist. Moving her head she looked throught the window. Twelve ours, just twelve hours more and they don't have any clue. "Damn!" she growled. She wanted go outside, look for Selina. Help her, she needed her, Bruce needed her.

"Are you okay?" Helena's voice make her turn. The little girl was holding her stuff cat with her right hand and with her left she had a pop corn bag. Barbara looked her in silence a few seconds.

Helenea needed her.

She was innocent, she couldn't tell her that maybe she couldn't see her her mother alive again. Freeze was an insane criminal that was obsessed with bring his wife to life. He was a man that had an ice for heart. He…

But that wasn't the world of Helena; the crazy nights fighting with villiains and criminals was far from her; the only thing she knew about the life is that her mother was all in the world for her. Bruce, Batman needed find her. He never had failed Selina, she couldn't fail her now. He was the greatest hero in Gotham, the greatest detective. He had been his master, he could find her.

She just needed trusth. But was hard trusth sometimes, not for him. They never know what to expect about those insane criminals. But she needed, she needed trusth.

The red head smiled, "Im okay, what happen's?"

"The movie is running, you said you were going for the cokes." She cooked her head "Where are the cokes?"

"Oh I just asked for it to the store."

"I heard you angry."

"Well, was because they said they couldn't deliver… it yet." Barbara hesitated and walked toward the kitchen, "Want better a bit of orange juice?"

"Okay… mom will comeback on Monday?" Helena followed her.

"Yes, I told you yes, she said that." The crime fighter hated lie, but she didn't have options, she opened the fridge, "what about some sandwichs?"

"Cool!"


The cold made impossible think clearly. She hugged her self and rubbed her arms curling trying to warm herself. How many time had been she unconscious? Impossible to known; a face appeared in front of her eyes.

Helena.

Her little Helena.

She needed fight, fight for her.

Fight.

How fight when was hard try to move? She blew her hand and looked all her body was frozed. She kneeled, she needed move. She needed try it. Try. For her.

Helena.

She couldn't let Helena, she was her only family and Bruce, of course, but he didn't know it. She suddenly realized it. If she died, Helena would be alone, she didn't have family anymore family, the government would send her to a child's house. The idea horrified her. She didn't want that for her girl. Dammit.

She stood up and looked around trying to find a door. Walking slowly she examined a wall, it seemed be a caver. Nothing, the only way to escape was the hole at the ceiling, too high and with bars. Stupid, she had been so stupid. She rested her forehead on the cold wall. Why she never had think in secure Helena's future? She was just eleven.

Her memory took her back many years ago, she had grow up in a fractured home in Gotham City; her mother was cold and distant, loving only her myriad cats and her dreams of wealth and luxury. Many times she had try to bear from her but her animals seemed be most important for her. She had cried many nights for that. Her heart was empty. Was hard for a child don't feel loved. Was hard for her.

She didn't want Helena felt that, maybe for that reason she had spoiled her so much; she didn't want her child suffered as she had done.

She had committed suicide when she was young. It had hurt. God. How it had hurt her. No matter how cold her mother had been, she always had loved her so much. After that, she must live alone with her father, an alcoholic. As she had grew up, she became more and more aloof like her mother, much to her father's chagrin.

He died a few years later, when she was twelve. She became a street kid, learning how to steal for her survival. Within a week she was caught and thrown into a home for delinquent girls. But instead of enjoying the safety and guidance a home should provide, she suffered physical and verbal abuse from the women who ran it.

Her life on the streets and in the girls' home drilled two things into her: one, she could only trust herself; two, stealing is the quickest and easiest way to live. Theft became her career of choice, and even as a girl in the orphanage, she'd slip out her window at night to hone her beloved gymnastics and speed on the rooftops. After she finally escaped the home, she made her living on the streets, stealing full-time.

A close call early on nearly made her reconsider her career choice. She stopped for a time, working instead as a prostitute in Gotham's East End. But even then, she used her, er... unique position to grill her seedy customers for information that would be valuable for heists, which she still pulled in her off-hours.

She didn't want that for Helena. She deserved a better life. She wanted for her the opportunity to choose. But if she died, she didn't had choices, and all had been her fault, for not think on the possibility of… die some day?

Shit. Shit. She hit her fist against the cold floor. Why she hadn't told it to Barbara? Why she hadn't did some arrangements to keep safe Helena's future? Barbara couldn't help so much if she died now. The government just would pick up Helena and take her to the Children's house. Barbara was young, she wasn't married and she didn't have any legal support that could help her to avoid Helena would go to a Children's house.

She blamed her self.

Stupid, she had been so stupid.

She felt a cold tear on her face. She was crying. She couldn't avoid cry. Where the hell was Bruce? Why he didn't appear and helped her?


Barbara in her bedroom watching distractedly a movie in the TV. Helena was resting next to her watching it too giggling. With her feet on the side of the head board and using Jacques as a pillow she was lost in that movie. The red head watched impatiently the watch. Not news from Dick or Bruce. She wondered what would be happening. She wanted go out, go and look for her blonde friend but… -she looked Helena- she was there, she couldn't let her alone. Was hard choose, she never had been in that position.

Closing her eyes she thought how ironic was. Two enemies becoming friends. Well, she knew how hard had been Selina's life. Ironically her parents had been alcoholics, maybe for that reason she understand her, she didn't excuse her, but understood. Selina had told her once that she shouldn't rely on weapons alone for her work. and trained her body to be a weapon instead, studying kick-boxing under boxing great Ted Grant (Wildcat), and even followed a ninja to his dojo and learned various martial arts there.

From the influence of her sensei, Selina began to develop a greater awareness of her own moral principles, including her dislike of hurting innocents and her refusal to kill.

Maybe that had been the thing that had open both, the opportunity to try to be friends. Both respect human life, and had –in her own way- moral.

Helena's giggles make her look down to see her. She was just a child. Suddenly a thought crossed her mind. What if Batman couldn't rescue Selina on time? That man could kill her. And if he killed her…

She felt a shiver on her back.

She never had thought on that.

Helena.

Where Helena would go if Selina died? She didn't have family. She was alone. An orphanatory? She was just a child. And she… she couldn't take of her, first at all because law was hard to give adoptions, and more to single and young women. She lived in a modest way, she didn't have enough money. Her possibilities were -0 and second, because her life was not the perfect combination with the "mommy" word. She was a crime fighter, she loved it and…

"Want more pop corns?" Helena asked sitting on the bed giving her the bowl of corns.

She fixed her eyes in those bright blue. The gaze of her was clean, open, she didn't know anything about good and bad guys. She was a happy girl that had grow in a pink castle that Selina had built around her. Selina had told her many times, she wanted Helena didn't feel the pain she had suffered when she had been young.

"Barbara?" Helena cocked her head.

The red head blinked and looked the bowl. "It's empty."

"I know, want more? I want more, may I prepare another bag?"

"Okay, go." Barbara smiled. The child jumped down and ran toward the kitchen. Barbara hugged her pillow. She remembered suddenly her sad years of childhood. Was terrible the solitude. James Gordon really had rescued her, they had saved her life, with out their love and care, she didn't know what would be happen with her, they helped her to have a home, a real home, and to avoid had a sad destiny as Selina.

Selfish.

She was selfish. She couldn't let Helena be inside an orphanatory just for her selfish. She couldn't. Nervous the red head stood up and walked toward the window.

She wished Selina would be okay.

But if she died, she couldn't let her child alone, Helena needed love, Helena needed her.