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Bella thoughtfully tapped her cheek in contemplation.

What to do, how to do it?

She knew what she needed to do, of course. She needed to apologize to Daddy, make Mama happy again, and get them back together so they could all live happily ever after.

Well, the last part was more of a nice dream.

She still had to tell Daddy why she'd acted like such a meanie to him, but she didn't really know how. What to do, what to do?

She sighed and slid off of her pink bed, beginning to search her room for Mr. Stitchy. He might not talk much but he was a great listener, no matter how much she talked.

Just like Daddy. She thought looking under her bed for her most prized position. Except I've know Mr. Stitchy way longer.

Finally, after searching her entire room, she remembered something very important: She'd been in such a hurry to leave she'd forgotten poor Mr. Stitchy.

At first she started to panic; how was she supposed to sleep tonight after all she'd learned without Mr. Stitchy? Today had been completely crazy and she needed her little blue alien to comfort her.

Suddenly, another thought struck her.

Mr. Stitchy was at Daddy's house so...he'd have to come over to give it back! But how to get him here, she didn't know his number and he'd only visit if Mama called him or asked.

But what if he just thought Mama asked? He'd still come, right?

With a smug grin she walked out of her room and tiptoed into the den where the computer was. She put a dictionary on the chair and climbed on it, now at level with the monitor. She logged on and began to type an E-mail.

Hey, she might not know the mans address, but she knew she could find it out.

Bella was a conniving genius when it came to computers.

After about twenty minutes of searching she found what she was looking for and quickly typed a short message, spell checked, and hit the send button.

A moment later a slightly guilty feeling began to form in her stomach and she wondered if this was wrong. She quickly dismissed the thought; all she was really doing was getting her best friend back.

Well, Mama might not see it like that. But hey, she was just trying to get her most prized possession into her grasp, and that wasn't so wrong.

Besides, if Mama and Daddy saw each other again and remembered how much they loved each other then they could be together again and she'd have a real family; like the ones on Disney.

Well, maybe not Disney since it was evil according to Daddy. But still, a nice, complete little family in a little house on the prairie.

Or a small apartment in downtown Gotham.

Bella wasn't that picky.

Vic sighed as he busily typed away, loosing himself in his work.

Work was a great distraction. It was so easy to get himself lost in the conspiracy and put all his focus into revealing the one-world government.

Well, except for today.

He fought back a groan, why did life have to be so unfair sometimes? He just learned he had a daughter and now he was probably never going to be able to see her again.

Didn't little girls need their Daddy's? Who else was supposed to tell them about all of the corruption in the world and make sure they didn't date until they're thirty?

Suddenly a message appeared in his in-box. From Helena.

He clicked on it, hoping it wasn't some virus from hell she was unleashing on his poor laptop.

It was an E-mail.

Dear Vic,

Hi! When Bella was staying with you she forgot her favorite stuffed animal, Mr. Stitchy, and needs you to bring it to our house as soon as possible. Tomorrow morning would be good.

Helena

P.S Bella says she's sorry and that she didn't know you were her Daddy otherwise she wouldn't have been so mean. She's very happy you're her Daddy and she loves you very much.

He blinked in surprise as he read the message. It didn't quite sound like Helena. He did a quick check, the message had definitely come from her computer.

For a second he wondered if Bella sent this but dismissed the thought quickly. He didn't even know if she could read yet, let alone hack a computer to send an E-mail. After all, she was only six.

He felt his heart soar with joy when he read the last part. She was happy he was her father despite all the hell he'd put them through? She loved him? He really hoped Helena wasn't just typing that, he seriously doubted it though.

He got up and after a few minutes of searching found the blue alien sitting on his couch. He picked it up and quickly left his apartment.

He headed to Helena's' house.

Helena yawned and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Mm, coffee was good in the morning, especially when you had a six-year-old whose goal seemed to be to chew your ear off.

"But mine's purple. Purple's such a pretty color it just has to be my favorite. Know what else's is good? Waffles with chocolate chips and whipped-cream and lots and lots of syrup. I like syrup on pancakes to, especially with blueberries. Can we have pancakes this morning Mama, can we?"

"Bella, sweetie, you're giving Mama a migraine." Helena sighed, causing Bella to erupt in a fit of giggles. "Go get dressed and I'll make you something."

"Blueberry pancakes?"

"That depends on how fast you get into your room to change." Helena smirked as her daughter bolted out of the room.

She hoped they weren't out of blueberries.

She was about to go check when she heard a knock on her door. Wondering who the hell sold stuff this early in the morning she opened the door preparing to tell the salesman to go away when she came face to face with Vic.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She growled.

A slightly confused look flickered across his face. "Ah, Bella left this." The bastard-maker explained holding up the stuffed animal.

"Oh? Oh!" She exclaimed realizing that he didn't just to screw up her day by dropping by. "Uh, come in I guess."

He walked in quietly, looking around the small kitchen. "So...how are you?"

"I'm still mad at you." She frowned.

"Hurm." He muttered looking at her in a small nightgown and purple robe.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were coming." Helena said somewhat apologetically. "Otherwise I'd have cleaned up. I look like crap."

"You look beautiful." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"No, Vic, just... no." Helena shook her head. "Don't, okay? I don't want compliments and I don't want apologies, all right? We're barely getting along as it is."

"Sorry." He apologized. "Oh, wait you just said no more...sorry, ugh!" He groaned.

"I'll let it pass this time." Helena frowned. That's the only second chance you're getting, mister. I may have partially forgiven you, but I can't forget. "Just don't do it again."

He opened his mouth to reply when suddenly a pink and purple blur flew through the kitchen and jumped into his arms. "Daddy!" Bella exclaimed joyously.

"Oof!" Vic grunted.

"Did you bring Mr. Stitchy? I bet you did, oh you did, thanks! Oh Daddy I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were my Daddy and you are and I was mean and I'm really sorry and I hope you forgive me even though I don't think Disney's evil and stuff. I'm actually really happy that you're my Daddy 'cause you're nice to me even though I wasn't nice and you helped find Mr. Stitchy and stuff so thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Uh, what?"

"Just say you're welcome." Helena suggested taking a sip of her coffee and frowning at them. Why didn't he leave already?

"Uh, Vic, why are you here? It's rude to show up when you're not invited." She glared making her feelings about the situation perfectly clear.

Vic frowned. "Didn't. You sent me an E-mail to bring...that back here."

"'That' is Mr. Stitchy." Isabella corrected.

"No I didn't." Helen frowned. What the hell was he trying to pull?

"You did, I even checked, see." He said digging in his pockets and pulling out the message before handing it to her.

Helen stared at it for a minute. "I didn't send this."

"It came from your computer, I checked." Question argued.

Huntress fought back a sigh as a suspicious thought began forming in her head. "Bella...did you send this?"

"No."

"Bella. . ."

"Well, maybe a little bit..."

"Isabella!"

"Okay I did, yeesh." Bella muttered.

Helena sighed and rubbed her temple. "And you didn't tell me this, why?"

"I thought you'd be mad."

"I am."

"Oopsie."

"Yeah, oopsie."

"Ahem." Vic coughed. "Sorry, didn't know I wasn't supposed to-"

"It's fine, not that it's your fault anyway." Helen muttered waving him off. "Just, leave, I guess. Talk to you soon, maybe."

"Can he stay for breakfast?" Bella begged.

Helena made an I-can't-believe-I'm-the-bad-parent-here-and-I'm-gonna-kick-your-ass-later-for-this face at Vic.

Before she could respond, Vic interrupted her. "No, I already ate. Talk to you later?" He asked Helena who shook her head and sighed.

"No; one, she's gonna be grounded, and two I told you I don't want you two spending a lot of time together."

"But, Mama-"

"Maybe later, okay?"

"That sounds...reasonable." Vic nodded. It was more than he expected to get. "Good-bye."

"Bye Daddy!" Bella said sweetly giving him a hug.

When he left she turned back to Mama. "I think you should date him again and give him breakfast."

"I think you're too smart for your own good. Hacking a computer, what were you thinking?"

"I wanted to see Daddy."

"I know, baby." She sighed rubbing her daughters shoulders. "I know."

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