"Hi honey."

Green eyes sparkled looking her father arrive. He kissed her gently on her check.

"I'm sorry, it's late but I had trouble again." Commissioner Gordon removed his coat.

"Who was now?" Barbara asked smiling gently. She admired and loved her father. Well, he weren't her biological father, but she loved him as if he were. He had given her everything. She had rescued her. And she loved him so much for it. He was the only family she had in the world.

He sat in front of her "Penguin and friends. You know. He is a pain in the ass." They used to eat once per week in an Italian restaurant.

"All criminals are a pain in the ass." She said nodding to a waiter that offered her wine.

"Yes, you put in jail one and appears other new."

"Like Catwoman." She said, the fact to don't know what happened to her was something had intrigued her the last year. Bruce had kept silence about the topic. Was hard think that they had fought and that just for it she had gone of the town. Must be another reason; a reason that she was trying to guess, "she isn't giving us trouble more."

"Yes, like her."

"Have any clue about what happened to her?"

"No, she just vanished," He took a sip of his wine cup, "but don't feel so happy Barbara, she would appear in any moment with other of her brilliants 'works'."

"She intrigued me." The red head raised her brown, "she loved so much her "life", is weird that she just disappeared with out reason."

"For that reason I tell you don't sing "Victory" she would back in any moment. A criminal always is a criminal, never change."

"You are right dad. You are right."

He raised the menu and looked it. "Well, change of topic. What do you want for dinner?"

Helena stood up at the coach with her white overall. Well, she was asking her release her secure hold in the coach to go toward her.

"Came on Helena come here." Selina encouraged her waiting her daughter would walk alone.

The baby looked down, to her feet, it was high, terrible high, a fall since that high surely would break her neck.

"Came on Helena, come here."

The little girl saw her stuff toy on a table next to Selina and raised her hand toward her. "Mu…" she said.

"No, no," Selina said, "If you want "mu" you must come here, just give a step."

Helena looked her. Was she nuts? She almost had died the last time. She moved her head to a side to side.

Selina took the Mickey Mouse toy that at the table and moved it, "Look who is here with me, Mickey."

Helena stretched her arm trying to take it unsuccessfully, when she felt she was losing the hold of the coach she moved back. No way she was going to move far from there. She rested her head on the seat of the coach. No way she was going to kill her self trying to walk. That was a work for adult people.

"Came on honey, come with mommy."

She sighed, "Mommy" was crazy. With out move her head of the coach she stretched her arm toward her.

"Helena, come here."

"No." she said playing with her fingers on the coach.

"Helena."

"No, no, no, no." the brunette moved her head to side to side.

It was a pain in the ass she had learn that word. Selina knew needed do a smarter movement. She stood up and went to the kitchen. After a few seconds she appeared and kneeled a few steps far from her, in the middle of the room. "Helena, look what I Have here."

Blue eyes opened wide looking a milk bottle, she raised her head immediately. She tried to take it but her mom was far from her. That was low!

"Mu…" Helena stretched her hand moving her fingers. She wanted her milk, was time for a good lunch.

"You call "mu" to everything. Is not "mu" is milk."

"Mu…" Why her mother was taking so much time to give her milk to her?

"Don't want milk Helena?" the blonde moved the bottle amused knowing Helena was dying for take the bottle.

All right, was the perfect time to try it again. Seemed as if her didn't understand she needed give her the milk; and she had a lot of hungry. She didn't have the time to try to make her mom understand she was hungry. Okay, the milk worst the risk.

Selina noticed she was thinking in do it. "Came on honey, do it."

Helena looked her mom again. Was a long distance, maybe would take her all day try to short it. She moved a feet far from the coach with out release it. Damn, it was going to be pretty hard.

"Yes, yes, that's it honey." Selina smiled waving her hand toward her, "Come here."

Helena moved her head instead be shouting, her mom must be walking toward her to giver her the milk. Why the adults weren't most smarter?

Slowly she released the grip over the coach and kept the equilibrium alone. Well that was great. She had 15 seconds stand up alone with out grab anything and hadn't break her head yet. She looked the milk bottle and hesitant she moved her left foot forward.

All moved around her. She used her arms to keep the equilibrium successfully. Okay, now she had survived to the mortal fall more of 30 seconds.

"That's it Helena, that's it, come here baby!" Selina felt so happy to see her walking.

Helena moved her right foot. Well that was good. But her mom yet was far. Maybe she would take a risky option, maybe she would survive with out break her nose. She moved her right foot in front of the left one and gave two quit steps trying to short the distance fast.

The plan failed, she lost the equilibrium and fell forward.

That was going to hurt.

She closed her eyes waiting the hard thud against the floor.

Soft arms grabbed her before she hit the ground. "That's it honey, you did it."

She opened her eyes just to find a lovely gaze fixed on her. She felt her kissing her. Her mom was happy with her; she looked back. WOW! She had crossed a long distance, the Pacific Ocean; she wasn't sure to do it again. Well now… where was the milk bottle?

"Mu…"

Barbara lived in a private townhouse near Gotham's trendy Park Ridge. A service lift in her bedroom closet ran down to the secret basement where Barbara stored her Batgirl crimefighting gear. In addition to costumes and weapons, the basement also served as garage for Batgirl's highly-advanced Batcycle, a gift from Batman.

Her double life as Batgirl sometimes put Barbara at an emotional crossroads. As the daughter of the Police Commissioner, Barbara was raised with respect for law and order, but her actions as Batgirl technically label her a vigilante. If she was ever caught and unmasked, the scandal would certainly destroy commissioner Gordon's career.

Still, Gotham was a city that breed an extreme kind of criminal and extreme crime fighters were needed to handle situations regular cops can't. Barbara believed the good she did as Batgirl is worth the potential risk to herself and her father.

She felt guilty for hide her secret life to her father, but she knew he never would approve it. It was a very dangerous career and she didn't want disgust him or make him feel worry about her. She loved him so much.

But…

She loved too the freedom, and her first lover… the night.

Selina had thought that as soon as Helena started to walk, her hurries trying to catch the fast baby crawling around all the house would finish and she would rest.

Wrong.

She was wrong, really wrong.

Helena was a little tornado, always investigating and looking for know everything around her. She had bought to her a baby leash, but it was like be pulled by a small train. She wanted be in everything. At the end of the day she finished really tired. She couldn't take a little nap at afternoons as she used. Helena was dangerous. Her meta-abilities gave her the possibility of do things that a normal kid couldn't.

That was turning her crazy.

Helena didn't know what was dangerous for her or not, if she wanted something she just climbed or jumped to try to take it, and she must keep all her senses alert to avoid she injured herself. She had found once her climbing the window, and other time at the edge of the balcony, looking for have a better view of the lights of the city. She loved the bright of the lights and in some way she had broke the lock and walked outside.

The nannies weren't a good option either. Helena was innocent and she didn't know what was she doing and that her abilities would be seemed as not normal for the people. Was in those days when the blonde blamed her self for be meta.

"It's supposed be meta gives me advantage." Selina said by phone holding Helena by her waist while she struggled trying to free her self. "But all my powers are unsuccessfully trying to stop this demon." She glared to the child, "All right, Im going to let you down but not run, understand? Not run!"

Selina put her on the floor and as soon as she felt her self free, she ran again.

"Dammit, John, I call you later, okay? Helena is killing me." She hung the phone and ran behind the little brunette.

Helena turned her head and giggled looking her mother following her and began to run around the table of the living room.

"I'll get you, don't run so fast." Selina laughed following her.

They began to give turns around de table and Selina finally catch her. "I get you." The little girl giggle. Selina gave her a kiss and sat on the coach. "Had you think sit to rest just a bit?" she said to her.

Helena stood up and began to give turns around her self.

"Hel, don't do that." Selina warned.

Helena giggled and kept giving turns.

"Hel, stop it." Selina sat on the edge of the coach.

The little brunette stumbled with her own feet and fell forward. Selina tried to stop her fall on time but she couldn't. Helena hit her forehead against the border of the living room table harder. She screamed loudly.

"Dammit!" Selina kneeled next to her immediately. She had open her forehead and was bleeding. The blonde picked her up and ran to the bathroom. "I told you don't do that honey."

She sat her on the sink and put a cloth on her wound. "Easy baby, easy, you are going to be okay, don't worry."

Helena cried loudly. Damn, that had hurt. And her mom was touching her where hurt her more. She pushed her hand back.

"Let me clean you Helena. You have a bad cut here."

A few minutes later she had healed Helena's forehead and had moved her to her bedroom. She finished a phone call and hung it. Helena was sucking her milk of her bottle with her eyes yet wet with tears.

She had a pretty bad wound over her head. It was not deep but would let bruised her head a few days. Selina held her on her lap while she rested her back on the headboard watching Tv cartoon for children's while she held an ice pack over her child's head. Helena raised her hand and gurgled showing her mother a pink bear on the screen.

"Mu…"

"Ohhhh, look the bear honey, it's pretty cool." Selina smiled to her.

Helena giggled.

She loved her giggles; she kissed her head. Definitely she loved the exchange, she loved the opportunity that she had to be a mother and to share her time and her life with her baby.

She didn't change it for anything.

Selina prepared to go to receive a client, she had invited him to breakfast at her home. Now she used to trade the sell or rent of buildings and houses. That was a pretty good business and she could work at home and keep an eye on Helena. After finish to dress her self, she sat on her mattress to check her baby. She had slept with her the last night. Helena was deeply asleep with her pacifier in her mouth.

She prepared a new gauze to change it for the one at her girl's forehead and carefully removed the old patch. The little brunette stirred and yawned.

"Shh… it's okay…" Selina patted her stomach softly to avoid she awoke up.

Helena turned to her side and started to suck her pacifier. Selina leaned to check the wound and surprised she noticed the wound over the child's forehead was almost closed, bruised but almost closed. That couldn't be possible.

"What the…" she mumbled leaning again to check close the wound. She had saw it clearly open last night. That was weird. She covered the wound with hew gauze and wrapped the bedspread over the child's shoulders. She looked her in silence.

Something was wrong.

She needed go to check her with her pediatric, Dr. George Harris. He was very good doctor and the best is that he was meta as hers. She could talk with him freely about Helena. She knew her little girl was half meta and half human. Her cells were completely different from human ones, and it was a risk. She didn't want her Helena as a guinea pig of the scientist.

She kissed her cheek and turning on the baby call monitor she walked outside the room.