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The dark vigilante hit the man roughly on his face. He fell backwards, hitting the ground. He tried to stand up, but she kicked him, knocking him down. She kneeled and handcuffed his hands to a fence and, taking her batarang, she threw her jump line to the building next to her and climbed it easily.

She had to admit she had no idea why she had fully accepted Selina's offer. The more she thought about it, the more she regretted it. What were they going to talk about? The weather? What Selina had been up to all those years? What her next heist was going to be?

She had to admit, Selina was a decent thief, yes, it was weird say it, but she was a decent thief; she never attacked behind your back, and her work was clean; she avoided hurting innocent people. She had helped her and Batman to solve some criminal cases. But, still she was a criminal.

And a dangerous one.

Yes.

It would be an interesting meeting.

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Helena sat under a tree in the school yard. She opened her lunch box and took an apple. Blue eyes looked inside, yogurt, milk and another apple. Nothing that could be called a real meal. That was too healthy for her. Well, just the milk, she loved it. She looked inside her pocket, two dollars, that was not much to buy a sandwich or a coke.

"I knew you were here!" she heard Gibson's voice behind her.

"How did you find me?" A little brow raised and looked at him curiously.

The kid sat next to her with his box lunch. "I smelled you."

"You did?"

"Yes, I did. I can smell anything from far away."

"I don't want be you when you walk near garbage." Helena looked for her milk inside the box.

"Well, it's not pleasant."

"Yechhh."

Gibson opened his box lunch and took out a sandwich.

"What do you have?" Helena asked.

"Peanut butter sandwich."

"I'll trade you for my yogurt."

"Yogurt? No thanks!" Gibson shook his head.

"You must." The brunette said, "You owe me one."

"Me?"

"You were a gossip and told my mom that I hit Danny…"

"Well… but…"

Helena extended her hand and gave him her yogurt. Gibson grumbled and gave her his sandwich. She smiled and opened it.

"That was blackmail," Gibson said.

"Don't open your mouth again. Okay?"

"Okay…"

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Barbara, as Batgirl, was on the top of a building keeping an eye on the city; she had spent the last two days thinking about Selina, she couldn't get her out of her mind. The center of town was full of people and cars. It was the day before Thanksgiving. She was going to move towards downtown when she identified a familiar figure.

Looking through a jewelry store window was Selina Kyle, the redhead fixed her eyes on her and what was she looking at. Maybe she was thinking about in her next move. She turned and talked with a woman next to her, older than she. She knew her. It was Daisy Jones, one of the richest people in New Gotham, an older woman famous for her clothing designs. Very well known for her good taste in jewels, as well.

Was she Selina's next victim?

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"Do you think it's nice Selina?" Daisy asked, she met Selina Kyle a few weeks ago when she had bought to her a new building for her business.

"Yes. I think it would be a nice present for your daughter's birthday." The woman was trying to choose earrings as a gift. "But if you are looking for something good, this is not good." Selina cocked her head, looking at it.

"How do you know it?"

"The light," she pointed at the small piece, "round brilliant diamonds are commonly cut with fifty eight facets. The better proportioned these facets are on the diamond, the more light that will be reflected back to the viewer's eye. This is extremely important. When cut properly, the diamond will sparkle more. This one is not good, look at the sparkle."

The older woman leaned in to check it. After a few seconds she raised her brow and looked at her companion. "You are right."

The blonde winked, "I'm an expert. May I suggest a better store?"

"Sure." Any idea coming from Selina was good, she had a good eye for jewels.

"Matthinson on the Gotham Avenue."

"I have heard about it. Thanks so much. It's eight o'clock, may I invite you to dinner?"

"Well," Selina hesitated, "Helena needs to go to sleep early."

"Something fast, I really appreciate your time, and we just finished our Thanksgiving shopping." The older woman turned, to her left was Helena with a lollipop in her mouth, looking through the window store too, she was a cute girl. "Helena, may I invite you for a big piece of pizza?"

Little blue eyes opened wide "Yea!"

"See?" Daisy smiled at Selina, taking Helena's hand, "She agrees, now it's two against one."

"All right." Selina smiled. "Let's go."

Batgirl observed the small group. She watched the older woman take a girl's hand, -maybe her granddaughter- and after a few seconds of talking they walked toward a pizza shop on the next corner. It seemed as if the woman liked Selina.

Fatal mistake. Selina wasn't a woman to trust.

Her beeper took her out of her thoughts. She looked on her belt for it.

A robbery, several blocks from there. Selina could wait a few. She turned and jumped to the next building.

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Selina smiled hearing Helena singing in her room; she had been singing all day. She loved the Thanksgiving Day meal. When they lived in France, she used to prepare it and show Helena the tradition. Helena had made many new friends and the mother of one of them had invited them to Thanksgiving dinner. She was an elegant oriental woman; she had the opportunity to talk with her at school and she was really nice and intelligent.

She had agreed to go because it was a good thing for Helena to be friendly, she was a kid who loved the company of other kids. Looking her watch, she put her coat and looked toward the corridor. "Helena, let's go. It's late."

She heard a soft thump and quick steps. Helena appeared after a few seconds. "I'm ready for the corn."

Selina leaned and closed the buttons of her coat. "Thanksgiving is not just about corn, you must eat turkey."

"I like the corn best."

"I know, where is your hat? It's cold outside."

Helena raised her hand with her hat. Selina took it and put it on her head. After that, she turned and took a tray from the table.

"What is that?" Helena asked.

"Sweet potatoes." The blonde went toward the door.

"I'll eat potatoes and corn all day." The little brunette followed her.

"I know, for that reason I always keep an eye on you. Did you get the present for Sandra?"

"Yes," Helena took a small box out of her pocket, "she will love these chocolates. And it's Sandy, not Sandra, Sandy Wu-San."

"You two always are always thinking about food. Open the door, please, honey."

Helena did as her mother said. "Can we go to the movies on Friday, mom?"

"No, maybe Saturday."

"Why not?" Helena closed the door behind them.

"Because I invited an old friend to dinner. I'd really appreciate it if you would be nice to her."

"I'm always nice."

"Yes, just avoid your 'smart' comments please, and remember not a word … "

"…about if she is meta or not…" Helena interrupted, pressing the elevator button, "You always tell me the same thing."

"And you never listen to me."

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The next Friday was a sunny day. Selina arrived early at work and took her time to go back early to her home and clean a bit. The time passed quickly and, when she noticed it, it was late. She went to clean herself and to prepare the meal. Barbara would arrive soon.

At three o'clock, the door bell rang. "Always on time." Selina smiled to herself and went to open the door. "Barbara. Right on time. I like that. Please, please come in."

The redhead entered and took in the roomy apartment. Large windows looked out over the city below. She noticed some pictures on the mantel but wasn't close enough to get a good look. She handed Selina a small chocolate cake. "I hope you don't mind. I honestly didn't know what to bring."

Selina gratefully accepted the cake. "It's perfect. Much better than the one I made. Barbara, please right this way." She led her into the dining room. "I just came back three months ago and I haven't yet had time to organize myself, sorry if you see some boxes out of place. I made some tea. I hope you don't mind, but after spending some time in England, tea kind of grew on me."

Barbara was suspicious, Selina was being friendly, she didn't know what to think about it. It disconcerted her, she was used to seeing her as a rival. It was weird sitting here with one of her worst enemies, talking as normal people. Selina poured the tea and handed her a steaming cup, which she gratefully accepted. "So, Selina, first Paris, then England, what's next?"

Selina sat down across from her. "It was for a holiday and only for a few weeks."

"A business holiday?"

Selina shook her head, thinking back to the trip. "No, an actual holiday."

"Did anything go missing while you were there?." Barbara couldn't avoid being wary. Surely Selina was planning something. This situation was not normal. She watched as the blonde lowered her gaze, looking at the tea a few seconds in silence and sighed.

"Barbara…" She raised her gaze and looked at her. "I can understand, you and I might have had our differences in the past, but the past is behind us. Can't you look toward the future?"

Barbara couldn't help herself. "A future where you're stealing God-knows-what and getting off scott free...again?"

Selina put her cup on the table, trying to be patient. "I told you, Barbara, I'm retired."

"I'll believe it when I see it, Selina."

"Then you will see I am retired." She extended her arms. "Catwoman is long gone."

"Why should I believe you? You love what you do. There is nothing in this world that would ever stop you from stealing again. It's like asking me to stop patrolling at night."

"It's possible, Barbara, believe me. When you want, you can do anything you have in mind."

"It's hard to believe." The redhead shook her head. "I'm trying to visualize it, but… it's impossible."

"Maybe it's because you have never seen the person that I am. You only see the thief. I'm not just a thief, I'm also a woman."

The sound of the door opening interrupted them, and a sweet voice called from the other room. "Mom, I'm home."

Selina gave Barbara a small smile. Helena had perfect timing. "You will understand." She turned her head and called out, "In the dining room, Helena, dear."

Barbara turned, coming face to face with a little brunette with deep blue eyes, around the age of nine; she had a school bag on her back and her hair pulled back into a ponytail. It was the same girl she had seen with Selina and the other woman in the street. Little blue eyes fixed on her.

Selina took Helena's hand and smiled at Barbara. "Barbara, I would like you to meet Helena, my daughter."