A big thanks to my offidial editor, NightStalker...

This is part of my little Helena series. This would be a sequel of "We've just begun..."

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"So… she is in town again?" the small man asked, looking through the window and smoking a cigarette. It was a cold night in New Gotham.

"Yes, and she has a 'normal' life," the other man answered, crossing his hands behind his back.

The view from this place was beautiful. New Gotham at night was spectacular. He lowered his head to see the cars below. "Did you tell her that I want to see her?"

"Yes, but she told me she is retired, and that she doesn't work in this business anymore."

"Did you tell her I'd pay good money for it?"

"Yes, I insisted, but she refused."

The man turned his head to look at his lackey. "I get pissed when anyone refuses an offer from me, and that is dangerous. Did you tell her?"

"Yes, it didn't matter to her; she insisted that she is retired."

The small man puffed on his cigarette and grinned, "Well, she is going to 'quit' her retirement very soon."

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Selina cleaned Helena's floor, she wasn't in a good mood. She had argued with a customer; nothing worse that a bad one; after it, the woman that usually helped her to clean the house was sick and she had to stay home to clean her apartment. Toys and clothes were everywhere in Helena's bedroom; maybe she needed to talk with her again about it, but it seemed impossible for her child to understand. Her favorite hobby was throwing clothes around her room. She couldn't deny she has a good taste in clothes, but horrible taste in being organized.

She had moved back to New Gotham just a few months ago, maybe the most difficult thing hadn't been confronting Bruce; after all she knew him very well. That had been the easy part of her return; the hardest one had been Batgirl, that head strong girl that was Barbara Gordon. Trying to make her understand that she wasn't a criminal anymore was the hardest work that she ever had.

The blonde removed the blankets from the bed and saw a big box under the bed. She kneeled and pulled it; the last time Helena had a box hidden under her bed was to keep her collection of labels. She opened it and found candies, many candy bags: gums, pez candy, life savers, Starbust, Sweet tarts, Musketeers, Jelly Belly, butterfingers, and her favorite, 5th Avenue, a milk chocolate peanut butter bar.

Damn, if Helena had been eating all that candy, now she understood the hyperactivity that had been making her crazy the last few months. She raised a brow; she hadn't purchased so much candies for her. And she didn't have money to buy it.

She walked toward her closet and looked inside. A back pack was on the floor, she picked it up and opened it. More candy. What the...? She put the bag on the floor and checked her girl's clothes. She found some ball gums in one of her coats and more pez in another one. New.

Who was giving all this candy to Helena...? She needed to check it out carefully, because it could be a stranger trying to earn the child's trust and then do something bad to her after. She knew there were many demented people trying to corrupt and hurt children like Helena.

Unless… an idea crossed her mind.

She put her hands on her knees. Maybe she needed to test a theory.

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"So, she works here?" the small man asked his driver. Both were inside his elegant limo looking at local shop on one of the main streets. Some workers were painting outside.

"Yes, Sir, she is usually here before mid-day; I asked one of the workers and he told me this is a new Art Gallery.

"Interesting, an Art Gallery; a Catburglar that has a nice touch in art and jewels opens an Art Gallery. Yes, sounds interesting... Maybe we need to visit Selina Kyle soon."

"Yes, Sir."

"Let's go home." He closed the window between them.

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Selina parked her car in front of the school. Helena was playing with some girls in the front; she wasn't tall, she was in fact, the shortest in her group, but she still had time to grow. She was just nine. As soon as the kid saw her, she picked up her school bag and ran toward the car.

"Hi, Mom." She opened the door and jumped inside throwing the school bag on the back seat.

"Hi, sweetheart, how are you?" she kissed her on the cheek.

"I got a C minus!" she said with a big smile.

Selina shook her head, why was she saying she got a 'C minus' and smiling? "What? You got a C minus?"

"Yes."

"And you are proud of it?"

"Well, it was in gym class, we were losing in soccer and I stopped a goal. We won!" the brunette explained excitedly.

"You stopped a goal? Right, good... but why die you get a C minus?

"Because I kicked Harry."

Selina crossed her arms and fixed her eyes on the little brunette, "And... why did you kick Harry?"

"Because he was running toward our goal and I kicked him. I stopped him, Mom!"

Selina rolled her eyes, "Helena, it's soccer, not American football." She wished her little girl would be sweeter and less rough. Why the hell she didn't like Barbies or Cabbage Patch Kids like the others? Last Christmas she had asked for a Darth Vader suit because she loved the black costume.

"I know, but I stopped him." The little girl raised her arms.

"It must be a penalty."

Helena moved her head, "No! Mom! I'm not stupid, I kicked him out of the penalty area, not inside."

"That is cheating!" Selina pointed at her with a finger, "You can't do that."

"Why not? In the professional games, the players kick each other all the time."

"Because you were playing, and that wasn't nice."

"Well, the adults play too."

"I don't want you to do this again."

"But we won, Mom!" Helena cocked her head.

"The point is not that you won or not, it's the way you do it. You did it wrong and you deserve your C minus. If you win, do it in a clean way, not cheating."

Helena pouted and rested her back on the seat. Selina moved her vehicle toward the street. She looked at her daughter and smiled to herself, sometimes Helena's ideas were so crazy. She moved her hand toward her shoulder.

"Just don't do it again, honey, that is not right."

The girl nodded.

"Want to come with me to Ikea?"

"Yea!"

"Just remember..."

"...don't touch the porcelain dolls..." Helena finished the sentence.

"Right."

Selina picked up a magazine and opened it to check inside, her eyes glanced toward her daughter, who was standing in front of some comic books, she waited patiently, she needed to check her theory about the origin of the candies. Helena never went out alone, she always was with her, and she always took her and picked her up from school. The little girl was shy and she didn't talk with anyone she didn't know. Selina used to give her a few dollars per week, but not enough to buy that amount of candy, so... the explanation must be another one.

She put the magazine in its place and took another title; when she turned back, Helena was gone, she was fast. She looked around for her, but she wasn't there.

"Helena?" She went toward the candy store that was next to the book store; she was sure her theory was right.

Cautiously, she looked for her, but she wasn't there. The blonde walked around, trying to find her unsuccessfully. Where the hell was her daughter? She walked back toward the books.

Nothing.

She had lost her.

Damn.

"Helena?" Suddenly, someone pulling her coat, she lowered her gaze, Helena was there holding her long coat.

"Hel..." she said, sighing with relief, "Where were you?"

The girl waved her arms, "Here... I'm bored, can we go?"

"All right," she took her hand, "but where were you?"

"Here."

"I looked for you."

"I'm hungry."

"Just let me buy some medicine, and we will go."

"Okay."

Selina went to the drugs section and waited for some pills, she turned and saw Helena on the bubble gum aisle. She was surprised at the ability and speed of the girl. If she hadn't seen the candy hidden in her room, it would appear to her as a simple movement to put her hand inside her coat. She knew stealing was a common behavior in young children. Almost all children take things that don't belong to them at one time or another. Stealing, however, was a behavior that upset her.

Now she needed stop her, but... she hesitated, what she would tell her?

'Helena, don't do it because just bad people do it?'

'Helena, people that steal go to jail?'

'Helena, that's against the law. Decent people don't do it.'

She shook her head. She was a cat burglar for years and now she was worried because her girl was a burglar too. This was God's punishment.

"Do you feel okay, lady?" the clerk asked.

"No, add some Tylenol, please…..I need it."

"One box?"

"No, two."