(I have someone checking through this part, cos of all the mistakes grin and I'll repost when I have the better one. Thanks Kelley, your the best)

Dinah

"Have you been dreaming about that night again, Dinah."

Her voice is so soft, so soothing and calm. Everything about her calms me in some way but her voice is my grounding point. I hold onto the soft waves of her sweet low down southern drawl as I let myself reminisce each week.

"Yes," I tell her softly. I sigh into the open air of her office. She has a window open, she always has a window open and sometimes when I come in I can detect the smallest amount of second hand smoke. I don't think she smokes cigarettes though. The smell is woodier, deeper like the cigars my foster father used to smoke on balmy summer nights.

"Tell me about your dreams Dinah."

She always asks me. Everyone asks me. Except Gabby but she's got a sixth sense about those sorts of things. I grin to myself. My own private joke.

"I'm standing on the building and Helena and Gabby are there." I pause for a second sometimes my memory fails me here. I don't always remember if I got on the ledge before or after they arrive. "Then I hear this crack, I remember thinking I might have broken a bone."

"But you didn't…"

"No. Not yet. My foot just slipped. The tile was slippery, I didn't fall on purpose. But I remember the weightless feeling as I fell. If I weren't about to die I think I would have enjoyed it more."

"But you didn't die, Dinah," her voice reminds me. I can't see her; she's hidden behind her big oak desk.

"I know, I'm alive but at the time I didn't realise that I wouldn't die. I'm not a psychic you know." I don't mean to sound so angry. She doesn't like it when I get angry. I can almost feel her shoulders tense up, even though she's on the other side of the room and no way in contact with me.

"I'm sorry," I whisper before she can express her distaste for my tone. "I had an argument with…well everyone."

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

She's still so calm. Her shoulders relaxed as soon as I apologised.

"I pushed Barbara and Helena gave me another one of her we-love-you-don't-be-crazy speeches."

"Did you hurt her?"

"Which one? Barbara or Helena?" Now I'm being sarcastic she doesn't like that either.

"I'm sorry," I say again, still meaning it. "Both of them I think, emotionally. I couldn't…physically hurt either of them. Not again."

"What happens in your dreams when you start falling?"

"I keep falling," I tell her simply, "It feels like forever sometimes. I'm falling forever and then Gabby's there."

"Gabby?" she asks softly. Her voice is still apolitical.

"Yes," I nod my head. She can see it move but I can't see her. I don't know why she insists on sitting behind her big desk. She makes me sit horizontally in front of her, my chair to the side facing her giant bay windows. The view is impressive.

"Gabby just appears and suddenly everything is alright. I'm safe again."

I tangle my fingers together in my lap and watch her pen fly across a note pad in my peripheral vision. She writes a lot about my dreams and she takes even more notes about my hallucinations. My fears and insecurities. She has a voice recorder hidden in the back of my chair and she doesn't know that I know it's there.

"And how is your relationship with Gabby, Dinah?"

I shrug. "Bad. Worse. Almost finished? I can never tell if she's hanging around because she feels bad for me or if maybe she has some feelings left for me even after the way I've treated her."

She opens her mouth to say something but it's my turn to talk now so I butt in. "I mean it's not like she doesn't tell me she loves me because she does. She tells me all the time that I'm everything she's always wanted, her true love…she even went as far as to tell me I was her soul mate. That's so cheesy, so Gabby."

"How do you feel Dinah?"

"I feel…I don't think I do anymore, Doc. You know? I just sort of stumble forwards hoping that I'll find something or someone that actually means something to me. A purpose. A way of living…or I suppose it's a new way of living, something different, with a meaning. Like Superman."

"Superman, Dinah?"

"Yeah you know, he has a job, a love life and then he's got these really cool powers that he uses to help other people. He has a meaning, he's fricken Superman!"

"Do you want to help people Dinah, like Superman?"

"How could I? You need super powers to help people like Superman does…although I wouldn't mind being able to fly."

She leans forward in her seat; she actually looks at me this time. It's getting to the end of our fifty minutes she's going to say something insightful and meaningful then rush me out thinking I've been stumped by her insight and I'll be thinking about it all week until I see her next time. What an idiot.

A rich idiot. That pearl of wisdom costs Barbara three hundred dollars a week.

"Well that's our time for this week Dinah."

Oh so predictable.

"I'll see you this time next week." She stands up and walks to her door then holds it open for me. "That's it?" I ask in a flustered voice. She's thrown me right off.

"That's it. I have other patients this afternoon." She smiles brightly and waves her arms to rush me from the room. I shake my head and stand up.

As I step through the door she grips my shoulder lightly, "just remember. Be careful who you chose as an enemy Dinah. Because that is who you become most like."

She gives me a light shove and I'm so immersed in memories of Barbara's evil cackle and broken body that I let her.

The lasts words of the hallucination Barbara I killed, just before her eyes glazed over and I broke down.

It's a coincidence. There's no way she could possibly know about my hallucinations. I've been lying to her about them, I've been lying about a lot of things.

No Doctor, I haven't been seeing people.

Yes Doctor I have been feeling a lot better since I started taking the medication.

No Doctor a giant winged evil dinosaur looking thing didn't fly through my window last night and insist I conceive its children.

All lies.

The street looks extra lonely and depressing when I step out of the giant white building Dr. Fraser uses as her torture chamber…I mean office.

Torture Chamber. Office. I fail to see the difference.

Helena's supposed to pick me up but she isn't here. Figures. So caught up in her own life she forgets the insignificant little details.

Like me.

It's not too far to walk home but the clouds around me make me nervous. I don't like the rain anymore.

I used to. I used to run into it when I was a young girl. I used to open my mouth and try to catch the little drops. I loved the feeling of the big wet splodges hitting my arms and legs and face sending instant cold chills through my body.

I was never scared of storms. I liked the thunder and the lighting. The big heavy clouds, huge hailstones, big drops of rain and the sweet calm that followed them.

She knows about that.

Dr. Fraser knows how I don't like the rain anymore, how sometimes I miss feeling safe in them. She knows that the reasoning behind it is because of a night. One night when I made a decision, went to execute it, slipped and fell from my perch.

I broke my leg in two places that night.

The solid impact was enough to shatter my lower ribs.

I sprained some important parts in my spine. They said I'd never walk again, I did.

My wrist needed surgery.

I cracked my skull. The doctors were worried about brain damage for weeks I could hardly remember my name, how to tell the time, sometimes how to spell things. But, like Barbara kept insisting, I was strong.

But that's not the worst part.

Sure the breaks, strains and sprains all hurt like hell but they were nothing compared to the hypothermia.

That's why I can't stand the rain anymore.

The ambulance took its sweet time getting to us. I felt every rain drop hitting me. I felt myself getting colder and colder. I felt the shivers start to attack my already hurting body. Even with Helena's thick leather jacket draped over me I was still cold.

I hate rain.


Helena

"Holy sh…Magic Mushrooms!"

I grin to myself and tear my focus away from the television long enough to give Barbara a meaningful glance, "Holy Magic Mushrooms, Batgirl?"

If Dick were around I'd be chopped into little pieces, cremated and sprinkled over Australia by now.

"Helena. Not funny."

"Sure it was."

Barbara's grin is enough to let me know that she actually finds it funny but out of respect for her old partner in crime fighting she's controlling the giggles within. She shakes herself off and rolls around the couch so that she can get my attention.

She parks right in front of me. For a few seconds I try to see past her head to the guy without a crash helmet trying to jump a lake on a trail bike. Obviously the guy has no brain either.

Barbara's head moves in front of mine as I crane my neck. I sigh and look her in the eyes. "Did you need something?"

"I've finished with the drug analysis."

"And…?" I ask as my attention dwindles between the guy riding a motorcycle without a helmet and the over excited redhead sitting in front of me.

"Someone's been poisoning her. Dried magic mushrooms," Barbara says with a happy giggle.

I stare at her for a few seconds before deciding that she must be serious, or she's been smoking something 'organic' for the last two hours.

"You're serious?"

She nods.

"That's," I mumble, "that's…that's fricken' terrific!" I jump from the couch and encase my lover in a bone breaking hug. I don't know wether to get angry, or cry, or get angry and cry. Maybe a celebration is in order.

"What's going on?" Gabby's voice asks from behind us. She has a load of dirty laundry in her hands she looks tired. I spin in a little circle; the urge to do a jig is back and stronger that ever.

"Dinah's psychiatrist has been poisoning her with magic mushrooms!"

Gabby's face remains bland for a few seconds as Barbara's words sink in then the laundry flutters to the floor and she darts forward to join our human tangle of limbs in a hug almost as tight as mine had been.

"This is great!" she yells with us and suddenly starts that jig I had wanted to do.

"Da-dah-da," I sing as Gabby grabs my arms and we hop in a tight circle. There's a lot of squealing and Barbara's deep happy laughter. I silently thank who ever may be watching over us that Alfred has the day off and Dinah's at her….

"Dinah's with her shrink!" I suddenly exclaim and break away from Gabby grabbing at the jacket I threw over the back of the seat an hour before.

"Comms Helena," Barbara yells as I race for the elevator. I'm not surprised when Gabby joins me. Before I can tell her to stay she locks her hand over my mouth. "No arguments, she's mine too you know."

And how could I argue with that?