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Steve walked with Helena through the streets of the city at night. He was closely looking around them to make sure no one else would ever seem to bother them. That was more to keep her safe.

"I know you want to ask," Helena said to him. "Go ahead. I might be able to answer it."

"A file only said what she did and what happened," Steve said to her. "Nothing more than that."

"She was happy," Helena said to him. "She was always the one to teach us that we shouldn't focus on what could have been. That's no way to live your life."

"Wise words to life by," Steve had said to her.

"They helped a lot," Helena agreed with him.

"She knew you well," Steve said to her. "She talked about being there when you were first learning how to walk."

"Meaning why didn't she tell my dad. . .her grandson about me?" Helena asked for him. "She didn't know. My mom was always good at disappearing when she had thought she needed to. No one would have been able to find her. Not even a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. And, she didn't really tell her that my dad didn't know. It was only towards the end there that she started to understand why my mom was doing what she was doing."

"What would your mother be so worried about?" Steve asked her.

"She made a lot of dangerous people very angry," Helena told him, and she had grimaced at that. "She needed to lay low for awhile."

"Oh," was all Steve could say to her.

Helena only shrugged back at him. "I accepted who my mom was a long time ago."

"I didn't mean to insult your mother," Steve said to her. "I just didn't expect that."

"My mom lived for the unexpected," Helena told him, almost smiling at a memory of her mother. "She would have found that to be a compliment. . ."

She quickly cleared her throat and looked away from him, showing him she wanted to change the subject. That much he could tell from her. It had to be the way she had talked about her mother.

They came to the building, and Helena led him to it. The doorman appeared to be more alert when he noticed them. He gave them a smile.

"This is a little normal, Ms. Wayne," the doorman had said to her.

"I was talking to a friend," Helena said to him. "And, lost track of the time."

"That's not like you, Ms. Wayne," the doorman had said to her. He had appeared to be very concerned for her. "Are you okay?"

He looked at Steve, trying to figure him out. That was enough to cause Steve to do the same thing. They would never like each other.

"I'm fine, Pete," Helena said to the doorman. "Don't worry."

Helena gave him a smile, and she walked to the elevator, looking over her shoulder at Steve to have him walk with her. Steve could only watch her as she walked, taking in how she had moved. He went to walk after her, but the doorman stopped him, glaring at him.

"I don't know what you're playing at," the doorman had said to him.

"I'm not," he said to him. "Playing at anything."

"You better not," the doorman said to him. "You be careful. . .captain."

Steve walked away from the doorman to be with Helena. He looked back at the doorman with a confused look, which Helena noticed.

"Should I be concerned about him?" Steve asked her.

"No," Helena said. "You were declared missing in action long before Marconi and Falcone came into power, so he's got no problem with you." She quirked up an eyebrow back at him. "He's got ties to organized crime."

"He's a doorman."

"It's Gotham, Steve," Helena said to him. "Everyone has ties to organized crime. You just need to know where to look."

"That's to help you survive," Steve said to her, earning a look of surprise from her. "Grew up in the Thirties in Brooklyn. Some people would feel like they needed that to happen."

"Most people would scoff at that," Helena said to him. She almost smiled back at him. "You're different. . .in a good way."

They were in the elevator, Helena moved closer to him to better give the others space. He could feel how close she had been to him and get the scent of lavender coming from her long, dark hair. All of that had caused him to feel how clouded his mind started to become and how focused he had been on her.

She had given him one of her bright smiles. "I live in the penthouse on the top floor. My dad insisted."

"He wants to keep you safe," Steve said to her, thinking about the background he knew of the two of them.

"I know that," Helena had said to him. "He tried to make me have bodyguards, but that did not last long."

"Ted Grant's teaching you how to fight," Steve said to her. Then, he realized what she had meant by that. "You made him regret that decision."

She started to wear her playful smile for him. "Not like that. Just a comment I made to him. I wouldn't mind having the bodyguards with me all of the time. . .as long as they were young and attractive."

She went to unlock her door to look back at him. Her smile was enough to make him almost return it to her.

"You did that on purpose," Steve said to her. Something about that made more sense to him, given what little he knew about her and what he was starting to learn about her.

"You're quick, Captain," Helena told him. She paused for a moment as she had looked back at him. "Thank you for walking with me. I had a good time." She gave him a bright smile. "I'm looking forward to having coffee with you."