A/N I don't own anyone but Bella.

Thank you all for the reviews! Oh, and since someone asked this is in the DCAU so that's where I'm basing the characters personalities off of.

"What?"

Helena groaned and dropped her face into her hands. Why the hell did she have to say that? Seven years she kept quiet and now she'd gone and blown the whole thing up. "Ugh, Bella wait until we get home."

"But Mama-"

"Isabella!" She snapped.

"Yes ma'am." The little girl muttered, a thousand thoughts spinning around in her head.

Helen sighed and rubbed her temples. She picked up her phone and hit an emergency contact button. "J'onn, it's me again. No, I'm fine. Yeah, she's good; listen I need a favor. I know J'onn, I just need you to beam me to my place, okay? Yeah, me, Bella, my car, all of us. It's complicated. You're a telepath figure it out yourself! Thanks, bye."

A moment later a beam of light surrounded them and they were suddenly in their driveway.

"Mama?" Bella whimpered. "What did you say again?"

"Nothing, sweetie." She tried.

"Mama...it was something about you being mad at Daddy. You called him a bad word."

"Yes," Helen admitted reluctantly. "I did."

"Why; you guys haven't talked since-"

"Today."

"Huh?"

"We haven't spoken since...today. This afternoon when I came and picked you up."

"Oh. Did he call you?" She asked hopefully.

"Not exactly."

"Then how-?"

"Bella...baby...think about it for a second." Helena whispered closing her eyes.

Bella thought about it. When did Mama talk to Daddy? It had to be after Bella left the apartment since that's when she got so sad, but before she went in the car. So that meant it was while she was with Mr. Vic, which meant. . .

Wait a minute; Mr. Vic.

Mr. Vic. Mr. Vic; why was that nagging her? He had dated Mama, Mama had just talked to him and said she was upset after chatting with Daddy, Mr. Vic had blue-green eyes. Why was that so important?

She had blue-green eyes.

Then it hit her like a ton of rocks. Mama hadn't been talking to Daddy while she was talking to Mr. Vic, she'd been talking to both of them! Because...they were the same person. So that meant...

Daddy was Mr. Vic, Mr. Vic was her Daddy.

"Daddy's Mr. Vic!" She squeaked.

Helena nodded her head miserably, not opening her eyes. "Yes."

"But, how-? You told me Daddy's name was Charles Szazs, not Vic Sage!"

"He goes by his middle name, Victor; or Vic for short." Helena sighed. "And he changed his last name."

"But, but..." No! That couldn't be right! Daddy couldn't be Mr. Vic, that didn't make sense! Auntie Dinah hated Mr. Vic and she...hated Daddy. Daddy had dated Mama. Mr. Vic dated Mama. Mama said Daddy was kinda strange, Mr. Vic was definitely strange. So...she had a Daddy after all. A Daddy with no face, but still.

Suddenly an awful thought struck her. "But, Mama, he can't be!" She whaled, beginning to cry. She had been so mean to him! She'd thought he was using her but if he was her Daddy then he wasn't. And no duh he had photos of Mama, he'd dated her! How could she have misinterpreted that so wrong?

"No Mama, no!" She sobbed. "I'm mean, and I didn't mean to-mean to!"

"What, babygirl?"

"I was a brat!" Bella cried. "I said I hated him and he said nothing and he has photos and was nice to me and kissed my ouchie and-" Hearing her Mother beginning to cry in the front seat cut her off.

"No Mama, please don't cry!" Bella begged. She'd already hurt Daddy; she didn't want to be mean to Mama too.

Mama didn't say anything as she rubbed her temples.

"Mama, no!" She tried to unhook the belt to her car seat unsuccessfully. Damn the Chinese and their ability to make seats that chained in innocent children! "Mama, please." She whimpered.

"I'm sorry, Honey, so, so sorry."

"No, it was fun. Daddy was really nice and tried super hard to make me happy." Bella tried hoping to make Mama feel better. "He even bought me a Disney movie and tucked me in and gave me Mr. Stitchy and taught me stuff and didn't tell me to shut up even once!"

"Not once, he must have been nice, then." Helena snorted.

"Yeah!" Bella enthused. "He was! He had a box like yours in his closet like you do and there were pictures of you two-"

"What were we doing?" Helena asked suddenly in alarm. Her mind flashed back to when they were dating and she'd been reading an article in Cosmopolitan about some...fun things to do with your boyfriend and a camera. So they tried it and, well, she hadn't even thought to ask for the tape or any of the photos back. If Bella saw that then she was going to have a lot of explaining to do.

"Well, in one you were just smiling and hugging; that was the one under your arrow. The other one you were on a bed-"

Shit! Oh PLEASE not be what I think it is!

"Wearing a nightgown and smiling at the camera with these weird tights on and these scary-looking heels. The back said it was Valentine's Day, why would you wear something like that? It couldn't be that warm." Bella suddenly asked.

"I'll tell you when you're older." Helena muttered giving a silent prayer of thanks her daughter hadn't seen the erotic tape or images. This was a lot tamer. "Any other questions, Missy?"

"Um, why aren't you and Daddy talking?"

". . ." Helena took a minute to answer. "We had a fight."

"Oh. Was it a bad one?"

"Yeah, but he started it."

"Did you finish it?"

Helena looked at her daughter in the back seat; frowning and trying to make sense of something far beyond her years.

"No. I don't think I did."

Vic took another sip of the beer.

He wasn't drunk, just...being distracted. Honestly, he wouldn't have any more than two tonight. At least he hoped so.

He sat on his couch wondering how the hell he managed to screw up so royally, after all, he'd just wanted to make Helena's' life easier.

Whoops.

It wasn't fair. Helena hated him, Bella probably hated him too, what did he have left? Nothing, at least nothing he really wanted. He wished he would've known about Bella, maybe he could have done a better job instead of the shitty one he recently attempted.

He kind of doubted it though.

Still, just because Helen didn't love him didn't mean he didn't love her or Bella. He wanted to see them again, or at least Bella.

Helen wouldn't like it though, and he hated making her miserable. Not that he hadn't been doing that for years now. Still, he had a tiny bit of right to see her.

Maybe Helena would let him, just so he could explain things to her and say what he wanted to.

He just hoped she'd give him the chance.

"Stupid. . .faceless. . .asshole. . ." Helena muttered.

She punched another robber in the face, partially wishing it was Vic she was hitting instead.

That damn man.

He made her feel a lot of things, and that scared her. She just needed strength to fight, metaphorically and physically, nothing else. Besides, he didn't feel anything even when she did all she could to hurt him emotionally.

The man was like Buddha.

"Jeez, what's got you upset?" Dinah asked hopping onto the rooftop and seeing the bloodied and beaten robbers.

"What do you think?" Helena spat.

"I think you need help besides beating the shit out of criminals."

"Pft, that's the best therapy there is." Huntress smirked.

"No, but seriously; are you okay?" Dinah asked worriedly.

"Yeah mom, I'm fine." Helena cracked. "Just...I don't really know what to call it."

"But it's bad?"

"Yeah, really bad." Huntress shuddered. "Vic's being freaking Buddha and acting like he's fine with not knowing he had a kid and saying he knows he deserves it. Not even sarcastically, I mean what the hell? And Bella, poor baby, I don't even know what she's thinking."

"She found out?"

"Yeah, I kinda told her." Huntress admitted. "But not on purpose, at least. I mean what am I supposed to say, he left me for no good reason and I never told him you existed? That he shared my bed and left me with a baby but didn't know it, what? What should I do?"

"How should I know?"

"Isn't Ollie always finding out he's got a bunch of little bastards running around all over the place?"

"Not all the time!" Dinah protested.

"But...?"

Dinah sighed. "Just make sure she knows you love her. Oh, and you should probably make it clear you two are done permanently."

"Well..."

"You are not thinking of taking him back!" Dinah exclaimed, outraged.

"No! Jeez, I just mean how am I supposed to explain that?"

Dinah shrugged. "I don't know."

"Thanks." Helena growled sarcastically as Dinah left.

Why couldn't life be simple and love be easy?

A/N Oh, figlio di puttana is Italian for son of a bitch.

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