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The End, chapter 3

"She's worsening", stated Dinah. She needn't to turn around to see Helena standing in the shadows; she had sensed the shift in the air a couple of seconds ago.

"What happened?" asked the brunette as she walked closer.

They were now standing side by side on the doorframe, watching the redhead sleeping peacefully, oxygen mask covering her mouth.

"Your father…" was Dinah's simple reply. She didn't want to get into a fight with Helena, but she had to hear the truth one way or another, Barbara didn't have much strength left, so she decided against innuendo, simple plain truth would have to do.

Clenching her teeth, she turned to face Helena, ready for the fight that will surely ensue.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Com'on Helena you are far from stupid. It didn't come to your mind that Barbara's absence was forced? Your father denied her any more contact with you the second you were reunited, they got into a terrible fight 3 weeks ago."

"You liar, it can't be true. Bruce is…"

"…A bastard and a jerk. I was there Helena; he threatened her to make sure she wouldn't contact us in any way, especially you. He wants her away from you for good. Why would she move back into her old place? If Bruce Wayne was as good as you say, he wouldn't have condemned the whole place overnight"

"This can't be, he owes her everything, she was there for me, how could he…" running a hand through her messy hair, Helena entered the room. After watching her for a long moment, she sat on the bed, taking Barbara's hand in her, frowning at its coldness, rubbing it between both her hands to try to warm it.

Looking up, she concentrated on her face, studying every line, the set of her jaw … she was so pale, and she'd see the bags under her eyes. Damn, when did it all go wrong? When was the last time she get a decent night sleep?

Thinking back to Dinah's tirade earlier, she felt a surge of anger fuel her, the kid was right, everything clicked into place. Since Bruce Wayne was back, everything had been weird.

Sure she didn't mind leaving in a manor, having tons of money to spend on a leather jacket and matching pants. She remembered fondly her 18th birthday, when Barbara offered her those leather boots she's been drooling over for weeks. She knew her so well, knew her inside out but still had never turned her back to her. And this man who barely knew her wanted to take charge of her life? Deciding what was appropriate to do? Certainly not, if that what it took to have a father, she'd rather do without… Barbara had been her subrogate mother and father at the same time but never tried to change her true self, she respected her that much.

Looking up she'd see Barbara struggling to open her eyes. She needed to rest damn it, how stubborn...

Reaching up, Helena rubbed the back of her hand tenderly over her cheek, hoping it'd smooth her back to sleep, it had worked for her so many times over the past. She didn't get time to know as Barbara's body was shaken with coughing fits, her hand coming up blindly to tear at the oxygen mask in a desperate attempt to breath.

Cursing under her breath, she shifted on the bed, sitting against the headboard; she reached for Barbara, lifting her effortlessly. With Dinah's help, she had her seated between her legs in no time, her head pillowed by her shoulder. Padding her back gently, the coughs subsided a little before vanishing. Looking into her emerald's eyes, Helena felt tears forming in her eyes, she barely recognized the redhead. Her cheeks gauned, skin marble white, her hair dull. Such a complete opposite to her normal self.

Shaking her head, she'd feel Dinah's eyes on her, laying a comforting hand on her shoulder. Sighting, she didn't dare looking up in the blonde's eyes, knowing what she'd find in their depth: resentment, hate…

"It's not your fault Helena. You couldn't do anything" was her soft saying. Looking up surprised, Helena found compassion and comprehension in her eyes. Lowering her eyes, she returned her attention to the sleeping form in her arms "I'd have known" was her whispered answer, before resting her head on Barbara's.

Dinah squeezed Helena's shoulder gently in reply then retreated from the room silently, closing the door behind her. It was now pinch black in the room, but thanks to Helena's Meta human powers she could see Barbara as if it was broad daylight.

Once the door closed behind her, Dinah leaned against it, taking a few minutes to evacuate some of her anxiety. This has been hard, but necessary. Although she knew that after thinking things over Helena might have objections about her father's behavior, she'd come to term with it, if not already done.

Barbara and she have been the closest friends for over seven years now. She wouldn't jeopardize it for a father she barely knew. Not that she'd like to know him any better now. As far as she knew Helena, she might look tough for outsiders, but still she was a caring person, and hurting anyone close to her, especially Barbara, her closest family, was anyone's worst mistake.

But where does it leave them? Bruce would be even more furious once knowing that Helena had come to visit Barbara in the hospital. His threats still echoed in her head …

Sighing she shook her head, cleaning it from those sad thoughts. One thing at the time, now was the time for Helena and Barbara to heal their wounds, the rest could wait a little longer.

End of chapter 3 - Again reviews greatly appreciated