"I'm home, hi all." The redhead opened the door of her apartmen. She had returned the next day at mid-day as she had promised. Her plan had been successful; the admininstration had agreed not to move the Rapael paints to the basement of the airport and took it to Pennsylvania; they put fake boxes in the basement. The security had been doubled, but Catwoman had stolen the boxes. The guards didn't remember anything; they didn't know how, but the "paintings" had disappeared.

"Barbaraaa!" Helena shouted from the kitchen.

The redhead put her suitcase on the floor, "Good afternoon."

The little girl ran out of the kitchen and hugged her. Barbara hugged her back. "How are? Did you kill Alfred?

"No, we are cooking," the little girl said, smiling with her face full of flour.

"Let me guess, lasagna."

"How did you know?"

"Welcome, Miss Barbara," the butler said, cleaning his hands with a towel, "we prepared your favorite dish, knowing you would arrive early."

"Hi Alfred, thanks," she greeted him, "Helena was a good girl?"

"Yes, but I can't say the same of masters Leonard & Leroy…. Ah, and Jaçques."

"That's not fair,." Helena protested.

"I see." Barbara removed her coat to hang it. "I understand about Leonard & Leroy… but Jaçques?"

"Well," Alfred smiled "Miss Helena can explain while I serve dinner, sit down at the table please."

"Helena?" The redhead looked the girl.

"Well, Jaçques thought the turtles needed a bath and he put them in the sink."

"Jaçques thought…" Barbara did a pause, "The sink, my kitchen sink?"

"Yes."

"Your Pseudemys scripta elegans in my sink?"

"What?" Helena blinked.

"Your red-eared slider turtles."

"Leonard & Leroy."

"Well, them, okay, they were in my sink," Barbara pointed the kitchen "and Jaçques gave you the idea to give them a bath and "he" suggested using the sink, my kitchen sink?"

"Yeah.."

"And?"

"I went to look for the toothbrush and I left the turtles and Jaçques in the kitchen. Alfred arrived and he…" the brunette moved her hands nervously.

"Wait, Helena, wait." The redhead raised a hand. "Stop. A toothbrush?"

"Yes, I need it to clean their shells."

"Eww!" Barbara exclaimed "You can't do that!"

"I do need to clean them," the brunette insisted. "Mom told me."

"You can't brush your teeth and clean the turtles with it! It's disgusting!"

"I didn't use mine, I used the blue one in your bathroom."

"That's my toothbrush!" the young crime fighter almost shouted, she took her hand to her head.

"It's yours?" Little blue eyes opened wide.

"Who else lives here?"

"I thought you didn't use it, it's always clean and in it's place."

Barbara crossed her arms while Alfred listened in amusement to the conversation. "I'm a very organized person if you haven't noticed, and I like my things clean before I go to sleep. All right, forget it, you went for the toothbrush and?"

"Well, Alfred went to the kitchen and he put the lettuce in the sink."

"I never saw the little monsters swimming there." Alfred interrupted, bringing the soup toward the table.

"I'm sure, they're pretty small…" Barbara nodded.

"Well, Alfred went to cut the tomato and onion for the salad," Helena moved her hands back, "and when he went to clean the lettuce, Leonard & Leroy were eating the lettuce…."

"I see… and he punished Leonard and Leroy for it."

"Yes."

"I understand that, but why was Jaçques punished too and not you?"

"Because Jaçques never told him that Leonard and Leroy were swimming in your sink."

"What?"

"He was sitting next to the sink. I left him there to keep an eye on the turtles."

"Master Jaçques is evil," Alfred said "Dinner is ready, Miss Barbara."

"So, I see," the young woman took Helena by her shoulder and walked toward the dining room, "the only one that needs to be punished is you."

"Me? Why me?"

"For three reasons, one, for using my toothbrush to clean the shells of your turtles; two, for using my kitchen sink to bathe them and, three, because you left Jaçques alone, he is small and he doesn't talk."

"But he meows, and it's cold outside, I couldn't bathe them outside." Helena sat at the table.

"You could use a tray and warn people." Alfred put a napkin on her lap.

"It's not fair."

"Well, I think it's fair to punish you, too. Where is Jaçques?" Barbara smiled.

"In the closet." The brunette pointed toward her room.

"Maybe I should put you in there with him, no?"

"Why?"

"I'm joking. Okay, just keep those turtles inside their box, okay?"

"All right."

"Good idea," Alfred said.

Helena stood up and put her napkin over the table.

"Where are you going?" Barbara asked.

"To put Leonard and Leroy in their box again."

"Where are they?"

"In your tub." Helena looked Barbara.

Alfred chuckled.

"In my tub?" The redhead shook her head.

"Alfred told me not to use the sink again. And in my room there is no tub, just in your bathroom."

"Did you know about this?" Barbara glared at Alfred.

"No, Miss Barbara." He raised his hand, "You know that she thinks of these things by herself."

"Don't bathe your turtles in my tub, Helena."

"Where should I bathe them?"

"I promise I'll buy you a tray tomorrow. Now, go get them out of my tub."

The girl nodded and ran toward her room. The redhead moved her head and looked at Alfred; she tried to appear disgusted, but she couldn't avoid laugh.

"I can't win with her," she said.

"I understand," the old man said, "She usually does the first thing she has in mind and later asks. Miss Barbara… I need to talk with you about Miss Helena."

"We are talking about her, no?"

"Well… it seems as if she has her mother abilities." Alfred moved his fingers, making quotation marks.

"Abilities?" Barbara moved her fingers as Alfred had.

"Yes, you know… I surprised her doing it in the candy store yesterday:"

"Sometimes kid's do th…"

"I hope she doesn't do it often. Can you imagine a little Catwoman running around your home?"

"I don't want to. I have enough with the kitten."

"Barbara! Barbara!" Helena ran into the dining room.

"Hey, easy…. What happened?" the redhead asked, looking at the excited girl.

"Come with me, hurry up!" Helena took her wrist and pulled her to force her to stand up.

"Easy, Helena, what happened?"

"It's Leonard! He is stuck in the drain of your tub! We need to rescue him!"

"What?" Barbara blinked "In the drain?"

"Come on!"

Alfred smiled and walked toward the kitchen, "I think we'll need the plunger."

"Barbara, don't hurt him, don't hurt him." Helena said in a panic, kneeling next to the redhead beside the tub.

"I haven't touched him yet." Barbara glared at her, "Next time you must put the plug in the drain."

"I did it, maybe he pushed it."

"You must put the plug in really well next time."

"I have never seen a turtle stuck in a tub drain." Alfred walked inside the bathroom looking at the two women kneeling at the tub and the back of the little turtle in the hole.

"Careful, Barbara!" Helena moved her hands, "You'll kill Leonard."

"How do you know who is who?" Green eyes turned to see blue, "They are identical."

"No, they are different, Leroy's face is more rounded and he always smiles."

"I don't know how we didn't see that before," Alfred said, showing the young woman the plunger. "Do you need this, Miss Barbara?"

"I don't think so, maybe just some pliers."

"Pliers?" Helena opened wide her eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt him, I just need to hold him and pull him back. Alfred, there are some pliers in the kitchen drawer next to the sink, here in the bathroom."

"Maybe we should use anesthesia." The brunette pulled on Barbara's arm.

"I can't use anesthesia on Leonard," the crime fighter said, "I don't have anesthesia for turtles in my home and second, his face is down. I hope you've learned your lesson, next time bathe your turtles in a tray and with their own toothbrush."

"Here, Miss Barbara." Alfred handled the pliers to the redhead.

"Careful, careful." Helena pleaded.

"Oh, easy, I'm just using them to hold it firmly. He is slippery and, besides, I remove turtles stuck in my tub every week."

"Really?"

Barbara rolled her eyes and moved the pliers inside the drain. After a few seconds, she pulled the small turtle out, "He's free…"

"Leonard!" Helena almost jumped on top of her to take the turtle. "Is he okay?"

"Yes, yes, he's okay, now, put that turtle in his box and wash your hands for dinner."

"Yes." Helena looked around.

"Something wrong?" the redhead asked, standing up.

Helena looked at her ashamed. "Where is Leroy?"