Helena and Alfred turned at the same time, and he hit her side lightly by "accident", the brunette winced and bent slightly holding her side. He frowned.

"I'm okay…" she said hurriedly.

He took her by her arm and raised her coat to a side. Maybe the movement would cause anyone to receive a hard punch, but not him. She respected him. The old butler noticed Helena had a big scratch on her side. He was going to speak, but the brunette put her fingers over his lips.

"No," she whispered to him, turning to see Barbara, luckily the elevator doors were closing "please, don't say a word, I don't want to worry her."

"But…" he covered her hand with his, "you are burning up."

"Alfred, we don't have time… I need to find her."

"Miss Helena, you are poisoned too. She scratched you too," he said, worried.

"I'm half meta, maybe for that reason the drug hasn't affected me the same as Dinah. I'm half human, remember? We have an opportunity, if I stay, who would catch Cheetah? Dinah will die. We need to know what virus she used. I'm feeling okay, just a bit warm."

"But…"

"Alfred, I can't stay, you know it. Please…"

"Cheetah is a very dangerous opponent. You know her."

"It's Dinah's life, we don't have time."

"It's your life too."

"We don't know how the drug works, we need to know what she used. The only way to know is to catch her." Helena squeezed his hand.

The old man nodded, "All right, just give me five minutes to bandage your side."

"Alfred…" Helena sighed.

"Five minutes…"

"Not a minute more…"

"All right."

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The brunette landed on her feet. She had been looking for Cheetah for over three hours, unsuccessfully. She was at the New Gotham Bay, near the dockyards. She kneeled on the ground holding her side. She felt terribly sick, but she couldn't stop. Whatever Cheetah had on her claws was starting to affect her. She was shivering and sweating cold. Her immune system was good, but she didn't know how long it would protect her successfully.

She put her hand over her ear. "Oracle, do you copy?"

:I'm here, Huntress.:

"How is she?"

:Stable, but still unconscious. I discovered low temperatures stop the advance of the virus. How goes it:

"I haven't found her yet." The brunette moved her hand, she noticed her reflexes were slowing; not good, "I asked three guys nicely; one of them told me he'd heard about a woman like that being seen frequently here at the dockyards."

:That is similar to the latest information I have from the New Gotham Police; a big panther was seen half an hour ago near the bay.:

"So I'm close… cough." Huntress stood up and looked around, everything was spinning, she kneeled again, supporting herself with a hand on the ground "shit…"

:Something wrong, Huntress:

"It's cold here… cough… the night is always colder near the bay…" The brunette felt something strange. A strange tingling moved through her body. The damn thing was seriously affecting her.

:Are you cold:

"I need to wear long sleeves at nights," the brunette joked trying to prevent the redhead from figuring out that she was sick too, "but that is worse than wearing a mask."

:Huntress, the dockyards connect to a small hill, I checked the maps… there are some caves there, why don't you check them:

The brunette took a deep breath and stood up, "All right, tell me where…."

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Barbara Gordon was one of the most fascinating and incredible crime-fighters he had known, she was many contradictory things at the same time, sweet and strong, soft but hard. Her kindness and intelligence were extraordinary. She was the most compete hero he could think of. She had defeated the most dangerous criminals, and her worst enemy: her own limitations.

Helena, like Barbara, was a brave woman, beautiful and smart, but while Barbara was a cold minded hero, Helena let her feelings rule her life. After her mother's death she turned dark and resentful. Barbara had saved her in many ways. Helena had been on the edge many times and the redhead always stopped her. She liked for people to think that nothing and no one mattered to her.

But she loved her family, much more than she was capable of accepting. She would die for them without a second thought.

Like in this moment, she only was focused on saving Dinah's life. He heard her coughing and he didn't like it. He heard the redhead guiding her toward the hill, in the forest toward the caverns. He was praying that Cheetah wouldn't appear. Huntress wasn't in any condition to fight if the drug was running through her veins.

:Cough, I found her place…:

"Be careful." The redhead narrowed her eyes and was silent, "Huntress, are sure you are all right? Your breathing sounds… labored…"

Alfred swallowed and moved back.

:Well, yours would too, if you were here… smells awful…:

Barbara typed at her keyboard, her instinct told her something was wrong… And her sixth sense never failed. She waited patiently in silence waiting for Huntress to check the place. After long minutes, she finally heard her protégée's voice.

:She's not here…:

"Thank God," Alfred couldn't stop himself from saying.

Barbara took a deep breath, he knew something. "What do you see, Huntress?"

:I'm checking…:

The redhead turned to look at her loyal friend and raised her brow, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

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The brunette walked inside the place, she coughed, she felt cold. The damn virus was strong. The cave was small. Her night vision was helpful, she didn't need to take a flashlight in her pockets; the woman wasn't there, that was good, she didn't feel well enough to fight. Inside, there was old furniture, and some minor items. On the table, she found a small jar and cotton. She looked at the small glass container, inside there was a green liquid. The same green color as the cotton.

Her head spun; she supported herself on the desk to avoid falling.

"Alfred, why didn't you tell me?"

He took a deep breath. "Sorry, Miss Barbara, but would you do? Stop her? You know her, I didn't want to worry you."

"Why didn't you tell me? She will be lost if Cheetah finds her there." She turned and took the mic. "Helena, why didn't you tell me Cheetah scratched you, too? Get out of there, she could return at any moment."

:I'm okay.: Helena said.

"Get out of there."

:I think I found it Oracle…:

The redhead sighed, rubbing her eyes "Are you sure?"

:Yea, I found it…:

"Excellent… Bring it immediately, get out of there now."

:On my way.:

"I'm sorry, Miss Barbara," Alfred said trying to apologyze.

Barbara looked at him gently and took her hand "Don't worry. You are right, no one could stop her."

"Father's daughter."

"Yes."

"I'll keep an eye on Miss Dinah."

"All right. I'll bring Huntress back."

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An open book on a table caught her attention.

She looked at the page to which it was opened… she frowned and leaned over, it was a drawing of her mother's necklace… but there wasn't one…there were four, and circled in a strange paint. She cocked her head and examined it. Her mother was an antiques expert and she had taught her to recognize a fake and an original ancient object. This was an original manuscript.

"Oracle, I found something…. cough"

:What is it:

"An ancient book, Egyptian… Maybe 3000 B.C…."

The skill of her protégée never ceased to amaze the redhead, Helena was a very smart young woman, culturally knowledgeable thanks to Selina.

"Mom's necklace is pictured here, but there's not just one… cough.. there are four…"

:Four?... Maybe this is the clue that will help me figure out why Cheeta wants it…:

Huntress moved her hand over the hieroglyphics "…Victory Palette of King Narmer… 3200BC… that's the same thing that the woman told me at the bar…" she turned the page… "This is like some kind of… legend about using the four necklaces to do something…"

:Bring it with you, now get out of there… :

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Barbara typed at the keyboard as the light that signaled Huntress' location was moving toward the dockyards again. It would take her twenty minutes to get back to the Cocktower. She heard her protégée cough again and looked at the screen, worried, her signal was stationary "Huntress, are you okay?"

:Yes…:

"How do you feel?"

:A bit warm… but I'm okay. How is she:

"Stable now… We controlled the virus with the temperature… Alfred is with her now."

:Good.:

"I'll pick you up at Jameson street."

Huntress jumped to the next building, but she couldn't land on her feet and hit the ground roughly. She felt terribly sick.

:Huntress? What happened: Barbara heard the sound of her hitting the ground.

The young woman coughed, resting her head on the cold ground. She coughed. The sound of Oracle's voice was distant.

:Huntress…:

"I feel sick…" The brunette rolled to her side and closed her eyes, her mouth felt dry.

:I'll pick you up…:

"No…" the girl mumbled, trying to stand up, "just give me a second…"

Suddenly, a loud growl echoed and Huntress lifted her eyes to see a shadow falling over her.