Selina at the park reading a book but with out keep an eye on Helena who was playing running in the park with her new friend. A blonde boy that she had meet at school, Gibson Kafka. In some way Helena had found he was meta too, and she liked it because she could easily be herself.

She was doing some interesting business in New Gotham and the best of all that she could work at her home and keep an eye on her little tornado. The change of city and school weren't easy for the Helena Kyle. She had changed all her world suddenly, friends, home, culture; plus it, her meta abilities were growing with her and she didn't understand well about it. Try to hide it to her other classmates wasn't easy. And most when she never knew when they would appear.

Selina understood her girl but for a yet innocent child those things were hard to handle, and more with Helena's temper, she was impetuous, sometimes rude, and her bad mood was terrible. When something didn't like her, anything in the world could convince her of the other wise.

Gibson and Helena were running over the grass. The blonde raised her head and observed them. The jump of Helena was something she couldn't miss. She was developing her skills too fast and in an early age.

Her gaze turned to a three not far from her and later to the kids. Gibson kicked the balloon and it rolled next to Selina. The woman stood up and kicked the ball. It crashed intentionally on the top three and stuck there.

"Ohh, Im sorry…" she faked surprise covering her mouth with her hand.

"Mom! No!" Helena protested running to the tree followed by Gibson.

"Now we have a problem." Selina put her hands over her waist.

Both kids looked up. It was too high. Selina looked by the corner of her eye her little girl. "Helena why don't jump there?"

"Is too high!" the child glared to her.

"No, not so high. You jump high."

"But not that high!"

"Wow!" Gibson mumbled, "That is really high."

"Last day at the store you jumped almost that high." Selina smiled to her girl.

Helena sighed moving her head "Oh mom!."

"You did it no?"

"Mom!"

"Jump."

"No way!"

"Why not?"

Helena grumbled in low voice.

"I can't hear you."

"I was scared, okay?" the little brunette kicked the grass, "I don't know how I jumped so high."

"If you did it once, you can do it twice."

"You scared?" Gibson asked.

"Shut up you!" Helena growled to him angry. She just needed it; that all school noticed she was scared, Gibson was a gossip.

"Helena be nice!" Selina scolded her, "Apologize with Gibson:"

In bad mood she obeyed glaring to him, "I'm sorry… but if you open your mouth…"

"Helena please."

"Okay."

The blonde kneeled next to her. "What other things had you done with out thinking on it?"

"What things?"

"Jump, run…"

"She hits hard." Gibson said.

"Shut up Gibson." Helena grumbled.

"She hit you?" Selina asked to him.

"No, she hit Danny."

"Shut up Gibson!" Helena yelled to him.

"No, shut up you young lady." Selina couldn't avoid feel annoyed "Are you hitting again child's smaller than you? I told you…"

"He is not a child, je ne comprends pas ces gosses."

"Ces gosses sont tes amis, tu sais... what happened now Helena ?."

Helena glared to Gibson, "Connard…" she mumbled in french.

"Helena!" Selina Yelled.

Gibson stepped back noticed how her eyes changed to cat, she was not nice when she was pissed. He had thought the first time he had saw her, she was the most beauty girl in the world. She had hesitated two weeks before talk to her; she was nice and friendly but the better was run away when she was pissed.

"If I'm slow running the guys mocked me," the brunette explained "but If I run as I use to run, you say is not good, because they would be scared. I hate they mocked me…"

"Sport class?" Selina guessed inmediately.

"Oui. Danny est stupide," the girl mumbled.

"Ne jure pas, and speak english. You know I don't like the bad words."

"I'm speaking English."

"That is not English is French."

"English." Helena protested.

"French."

"English."

"Whatever," Selina sighed, "what happened?"

"He mocked of me."

"And?"

"I hit him."

"I told you many times don't do this!"

"She is impressive Miss Kyle," Gibson said, "that guy was bigger and he never could touch her."

Helena tried to grab him but Selina took her arm. "How old is this "Danny"?"

"I guess sixteen…" Gibson answered scared; Helena was now really pissed.

"Sixteen?" the blonde almost shouted.

"He is the captain of the football team."

"Football?" blue eyes opened wide. She stunned turned to see the little brunette who had lowered her head. She turned again her face to Gibson. "Are you meaning football, the sport? Jesus." Selina covered her eyes with her hand. Helena was just 5'0" and sure a guy like that one, captain of a football team, sixteen, he must be at least 5'9"

Gibson didn't answer, his gaze fixed on Helena. Selina took his chin and made him saw her. "Look at me, not her and answer me."

"Yes."

"He is a big guy?"

"Yes…"

"How big?"

Gibson looked afraid Helena again.

"Don't worry," Selina said trying that he focused on her, "If she touch you I'll kill her. Now tell me, how big?"

"Big… his nickname is 'muscles.'"

"You are dead." Helena growled.

"No, you are…" Selina pointed her.

"He was annoying me, he always annoy us." The brunette tried to excuse her self.

"Helena, you are a girl, and you are only nine." Selina knew Helena powers were appearing slowly and in unexpected moments, she knew she was strong but… enough o beat a guy older, taller and stronger than her? She was just a… "What did you do to him Helena?"

The girl didn't answer.

"Gibson?" the blonde looked the guy.

"Broken nose…?"

"And?"

The little boy moved his feet nervous. "Lip split…two teeth down?"

"Gibson." Selina put her hands on her waist locking her eyes on him.

The boy felt intimidated, "He was all bruised." Gibson explained slowly "He was mocking of us and she told him shut up, he laughed and began to tell her she was just a stupid girl and..."

"And?"

Gibson raised his eyes to look Helena again. She found again her feral pupils glaring to him. Selina took his chin and forced him again to look her. "To me Gibson, answer to me, and…?"

He couldn't avoid look Helena "…that her mother sure was a whore…"

Selina moved back; she put her fingers on her nose trying to think clearly. Helena was impetuous; she used let her feelings control her self. In some way, like her. It was difficult to manage.

"And what else?" she asked.

"Well, he didn't finished when Helena was over him. He tried to hit her but he never could touch her. A friend that was next to him helped me to move Helena away from him. He didn't say anything, its embarassing say a child beat him."

"Is that true Helena?" Selina asked angry to the brunette, "Who broke the nose to that guy?"

Helena had her head lowered.

"Helena!"

The girl jumped on her place. Her mother angry wasn't a good thing. "M'était maman" she mumbled.

"I can't hear you."

"Me mom…"

"Are you trying to tell me you hit alone him? That you beat a guy taller and older than you?"

Helena hugged her, "Je suis désolée maman" (I'm sorry mommy)

"You know I hate you fight at school Helena!."

"He said you were a…"

"Shh…." Selina kneeled next to her and took her cheeks between her hands, "look at me."

Blue eyes raised afraid.

"I know it don't like you, but is not correct this."

"Why?"

"Becouse no."

"He insulted you!"

"I know but…"

"Why he can insult you and I can't do anything?" Helena interrupted her.

"Becouse is not correct."

"He is a bad guy, he always is bothering me and Gibson!"

"Helena, honey," She put her hands over her shoulders, "don't do it again please. I'm asking it to you, is not correct."

The brunette pouted, "Why? He said bad things about you! It's not true!"

"I know, I know it, but it not justify you hit him."

"But…"

"Helena, understand this, you are different, you are special, you hurt people; they are not stronger as you. You must be responsible. I know this is not easy but you must do it." Selina fixed her eyes on hers, "understand?"

The girl looked her in silence a few seconds. "…No, but as you say."

The blonde moved back, she needed work a lot with her, her stubbornness wouldn't make the things easy; so she needed think about it with calm; with out scare her or be mad with her. She had a lot of energy and she needed a way to burn it. She stood up and taking a piece of stick of the grass, she threw it against the balloon trapped at the tree. The ball fell down.

"Okay guys, keep playing we have yet fifteen minutes."

"Cool!" Gibson said jumping.

Helena kept still looking her mother walk again toward the bench. Why was bad defend her? Why was bad hit annoying boys? He always was bothering the small ones. She couldn't understand it. He had insulted her, he…

"Helena?" Gibson interrupted her thoughts, "Are you going to play?"

"You traitor…." The girl growled.

Gibson ran followed by Helena. "Your mother said you can't touch me!

"But she didn't say anything about kick you…"

Selina sat at the bench looked them.

Gymnastic.

She had forgot it.

Helena loved run and play at parks, she burned a lot of energy in her walks by Champs Elyssés at Paris; and this was the first time she took her to a park in more of two months. She needed start that walks again.

Yes.

That was a fantastic idea.

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Her cowl moved playfully around her, blown by the wind. Batgirl watched the lights of the city below her feet. The night was calm and cold. Not one robbery, not one thief. Perfect time to think. And her thoughts were focused on the return of Selina Kyle to New Gotham. Surely trouble would come soon.

That was not good, New Gotham had enough criminals and now she was back. She had done some research. But she couldn't find any clues. She checked her watch; it was late, it would be best to get some sleep. She turned and jumped down to street, using a rope.