A/N I don't own anyone but Bella. Makes a girl sad.

A/N Whoa, TONS of reviews last chapter! Thank you guys so much! And now for the dramatic revealing of the father; dun, dun, dun!

Vic felt as though he was going to collapse at any second.

How could Helen not tell him? He knew that she was angry at him, but why?

He still couldn't grasp it, but there it was in plain ink. Q was still kicking himself for not checking up on her.

Name: Isabella Rosa Bertinelli-Szasz

General Information: Six. Female. Born August 27, 2009, Wayne Foundation Hospital, Gotham, New York USA. Six pounds, three ounces. Non-Meta

Relations To League: Child of member/members. Huntress/Question AKA Helena Bertinelli/Vic Sage. Only child.

No, no, no! He couldn't have had a love child with Helena; Ollie was the one with the loose sperm, not him! She didn't even look like him; she had tan skin, black hair, and-.

He fought back a groan.

Blue eyes. His blue eyes. He was the father whether he liked it or not. But still why wouldn't Helena tell him, it wasn't like she was the type of person to carry a grudge for seven years.

Then he remembered why they even got together in the first place, she had held a grudge for twenty-two years. She could very easily hold another one for seven.

He leaned back in his chair. He was a father; he had a little girl he'd hadn't met until half an hour ago. Vic sighed, no wonder Dinah hated him; he had left her best friend alone and pregnant with no one to turn to.

Q felt like a jackass. He had left Helena, the only woman he would ever really love, pregnant with nowhere to go. He had never felt so guilty. All he had wanted to do was stop holding her back, but what he had done was ruin her life.

His Helena, who he had sworn to himself more times than he could count that he would protect at all costs, had her life ruined by him.

And then there was the child, would she even like him? Would Helena have spent years telling her what an asshole he was therefore making his own daughter hate him?

He didn't know what he was doing anymore. But one thing he was sure of; he had missed so much, too much, of his daughters' life.

He wasn't missing another second.

"When is Aunt Dinah coming back?"

"I don't know."

"Do you know now?"

"No. As a matter in fact I don't."

". . . What about now?"

Ollie opened his mouth to inform her that he hadn't developed an ability to see the future in the past ten seconds she had asked him when Bella started talking again.

"Hey, when we get to your house can I sleep in the big guest room instead of the little one? I like it better because its got a TV and gets a zillion channels but the good ones like Nick and Disney and Cartoon-network, none of that Noggin stuff. I really like Disney, especially Aladdin and The Little Mermaid and Finding Nemo and Cinderella and-"

She was cut off by Ollie covering her mouth with one hand. "Whoa there Miss Mouth, no need to make me loose my hearing, okay?"

"Ngh mft sngs owy!" Came her muffled reply.

"I'm gonna take that as 'yes my dearest Uncle who I love and admire so because you're the most handsome, richest and most awesomest man ever to walk the Earth'."

He took his hand off her mouth. "I don't think awesomest is a word." She muttered.

"I am going to kill them!" Dinah growled from behind them.

"Who, Pretty-Bird?" Ollie asked in alarm.

"Helen and Vic, they're both being sent to the morgue!"

"Why do you want to kill Mama?" Bella whimpered sounding hurt. "She's already hurt."

"Oh no sweetie, I didn't mean it like that." Dinah soothed. "Your Mother just did a really stupid thing and I want to yell at her."

"Oh." Bella blinked. People sure were mad at Mama a lot. "What'd she do?"

"She thought it would be a great idea to ship you off to stay with a crackpot." Explained Dinah.

"Who?" The little girl asked in surprise. That didn't sound like something Mama would do. . .

"The idiot you were talking to earlier."

"Mr. Fedora-guy?"

"Yeah, him." Grumbled Dinah.

"Oh. What's he like?"

"Ask your Mother." Dinah muttered under her breath.

"Huh?"

"She said that he's a kook, but not a bad way." Ollie lied.

"There's such thing as a good kook?"

Ollie shrugged. "Yeah, he just takes some getting used to. You're a pretty cute kid, you'll win him over."

"She'd better." Muttered Dinah. If he hurt her niece after all the shit he'd put Helena through she would kill him.

And she would do it in a slow, painful way.

Question stumbled out of his room in a daze.

He didn't even hear Stargirl yell at him when he accidentally bumped into her, his thoughts a tornado whirling out of control in his mind.

He didn't quite know how to feel. A part of him wanted to be mad at Helena, but he knew deep down that she had every right to keep this from him. Guilt like he had never known was pulsing through his veins, his inner demons whispering in his ear.

He wasn't sure how he managed to end up near Arrows' room, he had no memory of J'onn calling him or walking there.

When he arrived he felt his breath catch at the sight of his daughter who was currently chewing her poor Aunt and Uncles' ears off talking about God knows what.

He tried to say something, but nothing came out. Ollie noticed him standing there staring at Bella, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. Dinah noticed him looking and shot Vic a glare of death.

"I don't know why Helena decided it was a good idea to leave her only child alone with you for a few days." She growled. "But if you put her through half the shit you put Helena through-"

"Won't." He finally managed to get out. The six year old was smiling at him with a curious look on her face as though she was trying to figure him out.

He realized Dinah was talking. "-But not the Kraft kind. She's gonna try to con you into letting her stay up but don't let her like Ollie does. You got all that?"

He blinked behind the mask. "Yes." He lied. He was the worlds second greatest detective, he could figure out how to take care of a child; especially his and Helena's' child.

Dinah looked at him skeptically. "Bella, get over here."

The little girl wandered towards them. "Yeah?"

"This," Dinah said gesturing towards Vic. "is the insane whack-job your mother thought for some reason you should stay with."

"So I don't get to sleep over at your house?" The little girl whined.

"Nope, we're sick of your chatter-box butt and now you're getting kicked out." Ollie grinned.

Bella glared at him, that same annoyed glare that Vic had seen Helena give him so many times. He felt like he was going to cry.

"Um, where am I supposed to stay? Do I get to stay at my house alone? That would be so cool! It would be like Home Alone except it's not Christmas and there's no bad guys and I'm a girl and my names not Kevin and-" Again she was interrupted by Ollie covering her mouth.

"Sorry, she hasn't realized that you're not supposed to say every thought that pops into your head." Ollie said apologetically to Vic. He turned back to Bella. "You're living with him." He explained, cocking his head at Question.

His daughter looked at him in surprise. "You mean Mr. Fedora-guy?"

"Yeah, Mr. Fedora-guy." Snickered Ollie. "Personally I think that's a way more intimidating name than 'The Question'."

The blue-eyed girl looked at him oddly. "Why would you call yourself 'The Question'? I've been talking for a really long time and you haven't really asked me anything like my name or my age or my favorite color or which princess is my favorite or chicken or fish or-"

"He probably already knows." Sighed Ollie. "Meet our resident data-guy, he's like a walking Google. Actually, more like Wikileaks."

"... I don't know how to respond to that." She finally admitted.

Ollie shrugged. "Neither do we."

"Alright, then!" She declared, her happy-go-lucky nature returning. "Where do you live?"

The question seemed to jolt Vic out of his trance. "Uh, Hub city."

"The Hub? Cool! I've always wanted to go there but Mama said it was to dangerous and I'm like 'we live in Gotham!'. But she still said no so I was sad but then I got happy again. Did you know 'The Hub' is a TV channel? I think that's so weird!"

He blinked behind his mask. "Yes...I suppose so."

She looked at him expectantly. ". . .Well?"

"Well what?"

"Can we leave now?"

"Oh! Um, can we?" He shot a hidden pleading look at Dinah who sighed and gestured for them to leave. She still looked super mad.

"Cool! Can we stop at McDonald's first or Wendy's or Chick-fil-a or Taco Bell or-Oof!" Vic bending down to give her a fierce, slightly awkward hug cut her off.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled blinking back tears, not quite sure what he was apologizing for.

"S'okay man! But I can't *gasp* breath!" She choked out. He instantly let go as she fell back and took a dramatic breath. She shot him a some-what confused look as if to say Yeesh, if I talk I get strangled. Wonder what would happen if I laughed?. "'Kay, let's go!"

"Um, alright." He muttered as she bolted down the hall and to the teleporter pads.

"Ngh! Wait!" He called chasing after her.

"Wonder how he's gonna be living with a kid?" Ollie asked aloud.

"Hmph. I just hope the jackass doesn't scare her too much." Dinah growled.

"Hey Dinah, I think he knows."

"Oliver dearest?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Yes dear."

A/N Sorry if anyone wanted the kid to be someone elses'. I love Q too much to have Helena get knocked up by some other guy.

A/N Read and Review and I'll love you forever! In a totally non-creepy way, he-he. . .