Helena sat between Barbara and Dinah, carefully guarded and both sides so that her father would live to see tomorrow's dawn. Barbara's wheel chair was in between Bruce and Helena facing slightly away from the man that Dinah knew she loved.
They were eating silently until Dinah put her fork down, "So let us begin. We will speak only when it is our turn, Helena." She mentioned with a look at the feline woman, "I think we should start with Barbara and what she thinks. After all, " Dinah reasoned, "She has been a mother to both of us for some time no."
Barbara blushed at Dinah's comment about her being a mother. "I think that both girls are old enough to decide what they want. Dinah is eighteen and Helena is twenty-two" she paused, "Almost twenty-three, now. I'm just learning how to let them make their own decisions. Like letting one of my top students go to a community college." Barbara finished with a miserable look at Dinah.
Dinah smiled softly, "At least I'm continuing with school, Barbara. Just think how much more frustrating I could be" she trailed off looking over at Helena. Helena smacked her playfully ad winked. "Bruce- er, father?" Dinah tried the name he wanted both his children to call him by. If felt awkward, "I think it's your turn, now."
Bruce smiled at his second child and began, "I left this city the night my Selina died," He paused when Helena started to speak, stopped by Dinah's hand on her own, "I didn't want to be there for the funeral. I didn't want to here about it in the news. I just wanted to be alone. I took Dick and the two off us went to Clark's house in Metropolis." He stopped, remembering something.
"We got there and I went to bed almost immediately. The next morning I woke up, knowing nothing except Dick's first name. I left with him and I was lost until a girl came and woke me up. She drew my last memory at Clark's and it brought everything back. I left that night." Bruce stopped again and smiled at Dinah, "I didn't know then that you were mine- I didn't know until I found a letter from your mother. She had found you and sent me a picture of the girl who brought me back saying that this was my little girl. Now here I am." He ended.
I have a sister. Okay, now is it my turn? And so glad he cares he still wasn't there when I was little. Is Dinah Lance anyone besides the girl who brought back his memory.