"I told you I'm sorry," Barbara said to the little brunette as they walked inside the restaurant. Helena grumbled, holding Jaçques in her arms. The redhead rolled her eyes and closed the door behind her.

"How many, madam?" a young hostess asked.

"Two."

"Three," Helena corrected.

"Okay… three." Barbara said "The stuffed cat is with us, too."

The hosstess smiled and took two menus. "Follow me please."

"I don't understand why you didn't remember today is Saturday," the brunette said, following the hostess.

"I said I'm sorry."

Helena turned and glared at the redhead, "You woke me up at 6 am! And it's Saturday! No school on Saturday! I could have finished my race yesterday!"

"It was a mistake!" Barbara defended herself, "And you didn't remember either!"

Helena put Jaçques on a chair and sat at the table at which the hostess pointed. "But you are the adult here! I just follow orders!"

The crime fighter laughed and removed her coat too, "You follow orders? Ha! Since when? You never obey me."

"You are unfair."

"I invited you breakfast at Denny's to make it up to you."

The hostess gave them the menu. "Coffee, madam?" she asked, amused.

"Yes, please, and an orange juice for her."

"Coke," Helena said, sitting Jaçques on the chair next to her. "Don't move."

"Orange juice," the redhead said.

"You woke me up at six on Saturday! I deserve a coke!"

Barbara rolled her eyes, "All right, coke for her. But no cake until you finish your breaksfast!"

"All right," Helena buried her nose in the kid's menu. "And a biiiiiiggg glass of milk."

"Okay, bring her a oversized glass of milk," Barbara ordered.

"I have special glasses for childrens," the waiter said.

"Believe me, lady," the redhead explained "She is not a child when she drinks milk, she is a calf."

The woman smiled and made a note.

Barbara checked the menu at restaurant and read the salad section. "Did you choose something?" she asked the girl, "I suggest pancakes with whipped cream & cherry topping. Served with one bacon strip & one sausage link."

"No way. Look, this is better, pizza topped with tomato sauce & cheese with choice of side item."

"Pizza for breakfast?"

"No, wait, the pirate burger gives me free a pirate hat;" Helena took her hand to her mouth hesitating, "but the surprise burger gives me a crown."

"Crown?" Barbara frowned.

"Yes, a cardboard one," she pointed the ceiling where some crowns and pirate hats hung.

"A burger for breakfast?"

"You woke me up at six!" Helena crossed her arms on the table. "You told me I could have whatever I want. You are apologizing, remember?"

"All right all right," Barbara moved her hands. "Don't say it again, order whatever you want."

"Okay." Helena picked up the menu up again, "So the pirate hat?"

"Well…" the redhead observed carefully, "I vote for the crown one." She didn't want her jumping around all the house with a pirate hat. Her imagination was pretty good enough.

"Okay… I'll be a king."

"Princess."

"May I take your order?" a young woman, a waitress asked.

"Yes, I want a chicken salad and a glass of water… and you?"

"A pirate burguer!"

Barbara frowned, "What? You wanted the crown one a few seconds ago."

"I don't like being a princess."

Borbara took her hands to her temples and massaged them with her fingers. "All right, bring whatever she asks please. And bring me some Advil, please."

Helena closed her menu and put it over the table, "Advil at 7 am?"

"With you next to me, I'll take it every five minutes."

"French fries for Jaçques," the kid told the waiter

"Your burger has French fries," Barbara noted.

"They're for Jaçques, not for me."

"Cats drink milk."

"He is angry too, because you woke up him early."

Barbara glared at her, "He hasn't opened his mouth and besides, he had coffee with me at home."

"Jaçques doesn't drink coffee," Helena protested.

"Well, he had two cups with me."

The brunette looked at Jaçques, "Since when do you drink coffee?"

"That's all, thanks," Barbara said to the waiter.

"All right… a pirate burger, a salad, coffee and an oversized glass of milk."

"Chocolate," the girl raised her hand.

"Chocolate. I'll be right back," the waiter smiled and turned.

"Since when are you and she friends? Are you on her side?" the girl asked the stuffed cat, "Yesterday you slept with her and now breakfast too?"

"If I remember," Barbara said, taking a piece of bread and butter from the table, "you kicked him out of your room last night."

"He cheated."

"As you always do."

"Meeeee?" Helena opened her eyes wide.

"You. You always cheat with cards, games, everything." Barbara pointed at her, "and he is learning pretty well from you. So, don't complain."

"He's a traitor."

"You left the poor cat outside." The crime fighter couldn't believe she was defending an inanimate, stuffed cat. What things Helena did her do. "What do you expect?"

"He could sleep on the couch. Oh… Barbara…"

"Yes?"

"I didn't ask for breakfast for Leonard," the girl said, worried.

"You can feed him when we get home."

"He's hungry now."

The redhead didn't like those words.. She put her bread on her plate, crossed her arms on the table and looked Helena. "He's 'hungy' now?"

"Yes."

"How do you know that?"

Helena took her school bag. Barbara closed her eyes. Not again. Before Helena opened the zipper, she held up her hand. "Don't tell me 'he' is here."

"Yes…"

"Okay, okay." The redhead tried to be calm, "Explain to me, what is Leonard doing inside your school bag? I told you the other day not to take them to school."

"He felt alone." Helena answered softly.

"Helena, they are turtles, they are friends, together: they will wait for you at home and survive." Barbara tried to explain to the girl and muttered to herself "Besides, I think that they are safer when you are far from them."

"He is inside a box."

"If the teacher sees them, they will send me another anote. Your record is five notes in a week. Are you trying to break your own record? All right, all right…" Barbara shook her head, "Where is Leroy?"

"I dunno." Blue eyes looked at green ones.

"You don't know?"

"No, he escaped as usual and you were hurrying me to go to school… on Saturday… and I couldn't look for him."

"I apologized for waking you up early on Saturday." Why she did she always end up being guilty in every situation? Helena, somehow, always carried her to that point. She had the most unusal conversations with her; she always answered fast and her ideas, well, her ideas were unusual.

After a nice breakfast, two cokes, an extra plate of french fries and two oversized glasses of chocolate milk, the redhead checked for her credit card in her purse while she wondered how Helena coud eat that much. Maybe she had a meta-pit instead of a stomach. Suddenly, the girl stood up and ran outside the restaurant.

"Mom! It's Mom!"she said.

"I'll be back in a second." Barbara gave the credit card to the waiter and followed Helena. She stepped out of the place and took the girl's arm before she ran into the multitude, the street was full of people. "Hey, where are you going?"

"Mom!" Helena shouted, "We are here!"

Barbara lifted her head and looked around. "Your mom?"

"I saw Mom." The girl pointed to the front.

The crime fighter knew that it was very probable that Selina was back and that Helena had seen her. "We need to pay, Helena."

"I saw her! She was walking there, but now I can't see her." Helena pulled her, "Come on."

"I asked for the check, I'll pay and then we can look for her, ok?"

"But…"

"Just a few minutes."

"Ok…" Not convinced, the girl nodded.

"Go to the restroom and wash your hand before we leave, ok?"

They walked inside the restaurant. Barbara went to the cashier while Helena went to the bathroom. When she finished paying, Helena was standing next to her, grinning.

"I don't like that look." Barbara cocked her head, "What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"Are you sure you didn't blow up the toilet?"

"No."

"All right, so let's go."

"You didn't wash your hands."

"All right. I'll be right back."

The little girl giggled. Barbara went to the restrooms; as soon as she opened the door she felt a hard blow on her back that stunned her. Before she could react, someone pushed her against the cold wall and twisted her arm back.

"You screwed it all up, I warned you." A female voice hissed near her ear.

"Selina." the redhead growled.

"I told you that won't stop me from killing you if you taunt me." She twisted the redheads arm harder. Barbara gasped. "I was thinking about how to get you when I heard Helena's voice and I saw you. Good, I won't have to waste time hunting you."

"Helena needs you." Barbara grunted. "She's been asking for you. How long are you going to abandon her?"

The blonde clenched her teeth, "I warned you last time. Let me alone. Next time, I won't be so nice."

"Who is blackmailing you?" Barbara said. "Let me help you."

"You like to play, eh?" Selina smirked, twisting her arm painfully. "Let's play."

They heard the click of the door opening and the blonde released the young woman.

"Surprise!" Helena shouted, smiling "Did you liked the surprise, Barbara?"

"Yes…" The redhead forced a smile at the blonde, she held her arm. It hurt.

"My mom walked inside the restaurant and I saw her." Helena hugged her mother's waist, "She was surprised to see us here."

"Yes," Selina put her arms around Helena's back glaring at the red head. "I've just arrived."

Barbara fixed her eyes on her, "It's a nice surprise."

"Are you going to leave again?" Helena asked sadly.

Selina smiled at her and caressed her check. "I don't know, honey. I was going to call you, but it was lucky that I heard you calling me in the street.

"Are we going home now, Mom?" Helena pulled her hand.

Both women looked at her in silence.

"Give me a second with your mommy, Helena," Barbara finally said.

"Why?"

Selina smiled at her little girl and brushed her hair. "Wait for us outside, honey, We'll be there in a few seconds, okay?"

The girl nodded and walked outside. When the door closed, Barbara faced Selina. "Are you going to keep doing this?"

"None of your business," the blonde woman answered coldly.

"And Helena?"

"I'll take her home."

"Are you going to stay with her?"

"That isn't your business either."

Barbara shook her head and lowered her gaze. "You can't keep going on with this madness…why are you exposing yourself and her?"

"You can't prove anything and besides, she is my problem, not yours." Selina crossed her arms.

"What would happen to Helena if you go to jail?"

"She is my problem! Stay away from my kid and my business," Selina grumbled.

"You are hurting her."

"That isn't your problem either!" the taller woman almost shouted, "She is my daughter, not yours!"

"You leave her alone! She 's been living in my home since six days ago because you abandoned her without saying a word! Without knowing if she was eating, going to school. You never would do it in all your senses, I know you. I know how much you love her. Let me help you."

"Listen to me well," Selina raised her finger and pointed at her. "Leave me alone, don't bother my Helena. She is mine, not yours."

"This is wrong, Selina."

The blonde walked toward the exit. Barbara turned to watch her. "You know I'll be following you."

"Try it. Next time you won't be so lucky."