Huntress rolled to avoid the hard impact. She crouched and saw Cheetah grinning at her. The woman jumped at her. Her fist smashed roughly into Cheetah's jaw and she moved back. But the feline was faster and turned, kicking Huntress in her gut. She tried to hit her again, but Huntress stopped her hand in mid air.

"You are pretty strong…" the woman grinned, "…but not enough for my drug..." the brunette couldn't move fast enough and Cheetah crashed her fist into the brunette's face. A second later, there was a blow to the back of her head. She saw stars and fell heavily to the ground. Her ears buzzed.

--Huntress, what's happening?-- Oracle asked, hearing the noises in her mic.

Strong hands picked Huntress up by her lapel, and hit her back against the wall. Cheetah growled. "I think I hurt you a few hours ago… here.." She punched her in her side, the young crime fighter cried in pain and bent over; "You are sick… I can see, I poisoned my claws with a fantastic substance, do you feel it running through your body? It is fantastic, I love it."

The brunette flew over the rooftop and her back broke the door of the stairway. She growled, feeling the lock crash against her back. She curled up and bit her lips trying to endure the pain.

--Huntress, is Cheetah there? Get out of there! Don't fight!-- Oracle yelled over the mic.

She would do it, if she could, Huntress thought to herself.

"I'm sorry for your blonde friend," Cheetah said, walking toward her, "but don't worry, death comes quickly in high falls. Did you think you could defeat me so easily? Now I've got you and you will give me what I want."

"Bitch..." Huntress tried to stand up.

"You are mine." Cheetah circled her, "Now, tell me… Where is my necklace?"

"Fuck you…" the brunette grumbled.

"I don't like games, I'm tired of them. Your mother stole the necklace from me and I'm not going to let you do it again. I need it…"

The young ward of Oracle moved restlessly on the ground, her mind was confused, she tried to organize her thoughts, but before she could do it, she felt the woman lift her again by her neck. Then came a hard kick with her knee to her gut and her fist crashing against her jaw. She collided against the wall.

"I want it, it gives power!" Cheetah shouted. "The necklace is a Talisman that, when put together with the other three pieces, gives you power, infinite power… I'm going to ask you one last time… Where is the necklace?"

"No way… freak…" Golden eyes buried angrily on the woman.

"If you choose to die, it will be a pleasure to do it…"

Huntress felt a tail around her neck and gasped.

"Tell me… Where is the necklace?"

The brunette growled, trying to take air into her lungs, and the woman increased her grip around her throat. "You want die as your young friend did, eh?"

Blue eyes fluttered, trying to stay, open. Cheetah slammed her back against the wall and her head hit it; the impact knocked the little air she had out of her lungs. She coughed. Damn, crazy, big cat, she was using her as a punching bag.

The feeling of strong claws burying in her wounded side made her cry.

Shit. Shit. That hurt.

"Tell me where the necklace is… or I'll kill you." Cheetah hissed furiously.

She couldn't answer, the pain was killing her. Maybe that crazy woman didn't understand that it was impossible to talk when sharp claws were imbedded in her side.

"You love to be punished, I see." The brunette blinked, trying to remain conscious. Cheetah's fist buried in her gut. She flew through the air with such force that her body broke a brick wall.

The last thing the brunette felt was the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Everything turned black. She slipped heavily to the ground, unconscious.

Cheetah took her by her neck with her claws. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her arm and moved back. As soon as she did it, another knife hit the wall next to her head. The woman rolled on the ground and another knife hit near her and then another. She ran and jumped to the next building to avoid being injured by the unseen attacker.

As soon as she landed on the rooftop, more knives began to impact near her. She ran to the edge and jumped down.

After a few seconds, a dark figure appeared and walked toward the unmoving brunette lying on the ground. She turned her over with her feet.

The woman kneeled and examined her, she had a pretty bad wound in her side –Cheetah's claws- her lip was split, a thin trial of blood ran down her cheek from a cut on her head; her clothes were covered in dust and torn. She kneeled next to her and touched her neck looking for pulse.

She was still alive.

That was good.

She raised her arm and put it around her neck; she lifted the brunette, holding her by her waist.

Wow. She was thin, but heavy. Slowly, she began to drag her to the stairway.

She needed to hurry before Cheetah appeared again.

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"She is not here." The red head said, concerned. With her escrima sticks in her hands, her eyes searched for anything that would give her a clue about what had happened to Huntress. She had moved as fast as she could and drove to where Huntress' signal was last transmitted.

She kneeled on the floor.

Alfred wasn't happy that Barbara was using the transponder, but this time, he stayed silent; both of them knew Helena was in trouble. From what they heard the fight sounded bad, Helena wasn't making jokes as usual. She never usually complained and she had cried out during the battle; which wasn't a very good sign. The silence on the comm. Thereafter terrified Barbara.

The signal disappeared a few seconds after; she thought it was just a momentary break in reception but she was wrong, the piece wasn't there. She walked towards a brick wall, it was cracked, she felt a shiver go down her back. "It sounded bad…" she mumbled referring to the fight, "hard… but she is not here."

--Do you think Cheeta kidnapped her?-- Alfred asked.

"Yes… I don't see any other explanation." Something on the floor called her attention, she walked closer and saw a small jar on the floor.

--Do you have any clue where she could took her?--

"No, not yet… But she wants the necklace. She is not going to kill her until she has the necklace… that gives us time." The red head kneeled and picked it up. It was filled with a green liquid. As Helena had described it. It was the poison, it had fallen out of her pocket during the fight, "Huntress dropped the poison." She looked around, "Must be while they were fighting."

--We need to find her…--

"Yes, she is sick, she needs the antidote too, I can work on it."

--How are you going to locate her?--

"I'm sure Cheeta will appear alone." Barbara stood up and walked towards the emergency staircase.

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The woman felt the girl's cheek, she was still burning. She had been unconscious for hours. Something was wrong. She put a cold cloth over her forehead, she had changed it several times in the last hour.

After changing the cloth she sat on a chair next to the bed and opened the paper that she had found inside the pocket of her coat, it was an old page, ancient one with strange hieroglyphics.

Cheeta was looking for Helena; she had something of interest that may be of value for her. And the one woman who might be able to provide the clue she was looking for was Barbara Gordon. Her plan wasn't to kidnap her but the opportunity had simply appeared. She saw the two women fighting, one looked like a black panther and Helena; clearly the other woman was winning the battle. She planned on using Helena as blackmail against Barbara. She managed to stop the woman before she could kill Helena, she then wondered why Helena had been so easily defeated, it was only when she touched the skin of Helena's unconscious form did she realize.

She was sick.

She had been following the red head for weeks, at school. Helena almost caught her with her sense, luckily she was fast enough to avoid being caught. She stood up and checked the rope which was restraining the younger woman's wrists and ankles. It seemed be enough to keep her still.

She picked up her mobile and dialed a number.

"Barbara Gordon?... She isn't there?... All right… I'll call her in ten minutes, tell her that if she wants see Helena alive again, she must be there on time." She moved the phone away from her ear and pressed the 'off' button.

Well, after that short message she was sure the woman would be there on time.

The brunette coughed and moved restlessly on the mattress. "Dinah…." She mumbled, the cloth fell of her forehead when she turned her head to the side.

The woman leaned over her and put the cloth again on her, "It's okay, it's okay…" she mumbled. "Now sleep."

Eye slides opened lightly. She felt confused and terribly sick.

A woman was sitting next to her. She moved back instinctively… where was she?...

A hand stopped her abrupt movement, "Easy big girl..."

The brunette blinked and looked her, stunned, "Sandy…?"