Dinah handed Barbara and Helena the to pieces of paper. It was the two of them. On one piece Helena was leaning over her mother, freckle showing. On the other piece was Barbara bleeding with traces of the scar.
"You drew this?" Helena asked.
"When I was ten, check the date." Dinah answered.
Barbara looked at the other drawing. "They have different dates." She said.
"Yeah, I drew that one, the one of you, with help two years ago." Dinah said, "The man who helped me never mind."
"What, Dinah?" asked Barbara, seeing Dinah's fear. Helena moved to sit next to Dinah.
"He was teaching the class. He was so good. He- he treated me like a daughter." Dinah stood and started to pace. "he had amnesia the doctors thought it was from his attempt at suicide. His son, Dick, was always around and really cute Dick hated that drawing hated me." Dinah stood in front of them head bowed.
"What happened?" asked Helena. Barbara looked at Dinah trying to figure out what Dinah was telling them.
"I saw in side his mind and drew what I saw. He loved it. One day, he was looking at it he he saw something that triggered his memory. The next day he didn't come in but there was a letter for me he was gone. The letter said he would pick up the pieces over the next three years and then he would go home. He said he would find me again and he would thank me" Dinah looked strait at Barbara.
"Bruce is coming home." Barbara said.
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Oh hell.
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