Three am. Barbara sat in her kitchen. She rested her chin over her left hand while she gave a piece of lettuce to the small turtle she had found walking in the corridor when she had returned from her patrol a few minutes ago. She was still searching, unsuccessfully, for a clue as to what Selina was doing.

"What do you think, Leroy?" she asked. "Selina is not herself; I don't know what is happening, but she won't talk to me."

The little turtle bit the lettuce and used his feet to hold it still.

"I'm worried for Helena, I'm not sure if Selina is in all her senses. At least know where I, that makes it easier."

The redhead let her head fall on the table. This was exactly what she needed, first she had coffee that morning and talked with a stuffed cat, now she was drinking coffee and talking with a Pseudemys scripta elegans.

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Selina's eyes were fixed on the television, but her mind was in another place. Batgirl was causing her so much trouble. And Batman too. The problem was that now Barbara knew she was there; it was too dangerous for her to stay in her home. They would look for her soon. Helena moved and curled up against her. The blonde moved the girl to her side of the bed. The little brunette stirred and opened her eyes, drowsily. She climbed on her mother and rested her head on her chest.

"You are awake mom…" she mumbled.

"I am." Selina moved her back to her pillow. The little girl ignored the movement and curled up against her, rubbing her face against the back of Selina's hand, "You are soft…"

"Helena, stay in your place." Selina sat up on the bed "I'm watching TV."

"Mom!"

Annoyed, the blonde stood up and put on her robe.

"Where are you going?" the kid asked.

"To drinksome coffee. Sleep now."

"Mom."

"Sleep, Helena." Selina walked outside the room.

Helena rubbed her eyes. Why was she in a bad mood? She liked curling up with her. Sleepily, she looked for Jaçques and hugged him.

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Barbara walked inside the elegant building where Selina lived. She needed to face her and try to figure out what was happening with her. The crime fighter knew it was a risk, but she thought it was the best, before things turned worse. She stood up in front of the elevator and pressed the button to call it.

"Miss Gordon?" the old doorman asked gently.

"Hi John," she smiled gently at him. "How are you?"

"Are you looking for Miss Kyle?"

"Yes."

"She is not here. She went out yesterday night."

"Traveling?" The red head frowned.

"Yes, she said she'd be goen a long time."

Selina left again? Surely she felt she wasn't safe in the city anymore and she had run away. That wasn't good news. Now trying to find her would be really troublesome. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear the man talking to her until she felt his hand on her shoulder.

"Miss Gordon?"

"Sorry… I was distracted… her daughter went with her?"

"Yes."

"Thanks so much, John." She smiled lightly. The young woman closed her long coat and walked outside the building. Things were complicated.

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Batgirl kneeled on the floor, she examined a piece of broken wood on the floor; definitly from claws. She raised her head and looked around. Four paintings were missing.

Catwoman.

The guards were totally lost, as usual. They didn't remember anything. She stood up and climbed to the skylight using her bat rope. At the rooftop, she picked up her batarang.

"She was here, right?" a dark figure asked from the shadows.

"We need to stop her." The redhead turned to see him. "I'm thinking of one name."

"Which one?"

"Mad Hatter. The guards never remember anying. Selina is not acting like herself." She rested her back on a nearby wall, "I went to her home today, the doorman told me she left."

"Where did she go?" Batman fixed his eyes on her.

"I don't have any idea. She told him that she will be on a trip with Helena, but after seeing this…. She is in Gotham but hiding. I think it would be good to check your bat-computer to see if Jarvis Tech, the Mad Hatter is in the city."

"I'll check it. I thought the girl was with you."

"She was," Batgirl rubbed her head. "but yesterday morning Selina arrived suddenly at a restaurant where I was having a brekfast with Helena. She surprised me. She took Helena with her."

"You look worried."

"I am, for the girl. Selina is not in all her senses. Call me, I'll do some research underground." She turned and jumped down.

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"Helena! What are you doing?" Selina asked, drying her hair after her shower. The girl was sitting in front of a table in her pajamas and her book opened. She seemed to be doing her homework. Jaçques was on the table next to the book and the TV was on.

"Studying."

"I see." Selina turned off the TV with the remote next on the bed.

"Mom, it helps me to concentrate."

"Sure. But the noise bothers me." The blonde adjusted her robe and sat in front of a mirror.

Helena rested her chin on her book "I don't understand this."

"Tomorrow."

"I need to take this to school tomorrow."

"Tomorrow… no school. Stay here." The blonde continues drying her hair with a towel.

Helena looked at her mom carefully. Did she hear that right? Selina never let her stay home on a school day.

"Mom… what are we doing here? Why don't we go home?"

"I told you, the house is being painted." Selina had moved to one of the apartments that she used to rent and was empty on the other side of the city.

"I need go pick up Leroy, Barbara is not going to brush his shell," the girl said.

"Helena, I don't have time for that now. I'm busy."

The girl sighed and looked at her book resting her head on her hands, "Mom, why did the Olympic Games start in Greece?"

"The Greeks took games of all kinds very seriously, but especially physical athletic competition." Selina opened the drawer and, looking inside, she closed her eyes. "Helena, what the hell is Leonard doing here?"

"I washed his aquarium and I needed to put him in some place." The brunette stood up and went to her mother, "You don't like when he is walking around."

"I might step on him." Selina picked up the little turtle and gave it to Helena. The girl took him in her hands. "Now go finish your homework."

"I need to write something about the Olympic Games." The girl went to the bathroom and looked for the aquarium that was next to the sink. What should I write?"

"I don't know."

"You always help me with my homework."

"I don't have time now. I need to go out."

Helena moved out of the bathroom. "Go out? Where?"

"I need to work." Selina began to brush her hair.

"Work?" The girl frowned and sat next to her on the vanity, looking at her image in the mirror. "It's late, Mom, and my professor says that this work gives us a point towards the exam."

"Sorry, honey. But it's okay, I told you not to worry about school. You won't go tomorrow."

The brunette cocked her head "And what am I going to do here?"

"Play with Jaçques and your turtle."

"Can I go look for Leroy?"

"No, you are too little to be walking around alone in this big city."

Helena stood up and walked toward the phone, "I'll call Barbara and ask her to bring me Leroy."

"NO!" Selina said firmly, turning around.

"Why not? I need to feed him! Barbara's cooking is awful! She could kill him." Helena waved her hands.

"I said no."

"Mom!"

Selina turned slowly and glared at her. Helena knew that look, it was the look. The one that warned her to keep a safe distance and don't argue. Saying another word would mean a hard grounding or a good spanking.

"He could die…" she said with a soft voice.

"Turtles are a prehistoric animals." The blonde turned to keep brushing her hair, "If they could survive millions of years they could survive a week at Babara's house."

The brunette pouted but kept silent. "Help me with my homework, Mom."

"Helen,a I can't. But don't worry, I'll talk with your professor later. You must stay here until I get back."

The girl looked at her feet. "Are you going to be back soon… tonight?"

"I don't know."

"Tomorrow can we go to breakfast to…?"

"I don't know if I'll be here early." Selina went toward her closet and looked for some clothes. "I have work to do."

"It's not too late to be working?"

Selina turned and glared at her, "What I do is my problem, not yours. Get it? Now go to your room. I'm busy."

"That's not my room."

The blonde rolled her eyes and took her by the arm pushing her out of the room. "Helena, I'm busy! I don't have time for you. Go to sleep."

"But, Mom."

The tall woman closed the door of her room. The girl was angry, "Give me Jaçques!" she shouted, "He is inside!"

Selina didn't answer and the girl began to hit and kick the door with her hands and feet. "Open the door! Give me Jaçques! He is inside! Mom!"

The door opened abruptly, Selina was really pissed, she pointed at her "Helena! Go to sleep now! I'm busy!"

Feeling the furious gaze burying on her, the girl cringed, but, feeling a little courage, shouted back. "I want Jaçques!"

"Don't shout at me!"

"Give me Jaçques!"

"Damn!" The blonde looked back and saw the stuffed pet on the bed. Furious, she went toward him and threw it at Helena. The girl ducked in time. "I said go to your room!" she growled.

Stunned, the kid looked at her mother. She couldn't believe it. She had thrown Jaçques against the wall. And she was shouting at her. The door closed in her face again with a loud thump. The brunette felt tears stinging her eyes; she remained motionless there for long seconds. Then, she turned and kneeled next to her stuffed cat, crying.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly brushing his hair, "Are you hurt?"

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