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Batgirl landed on the rooftop smoothly. As she suspected, Huntress was just sitting on the cornice of a high building, enjoying the dark night as she looked out over the city. She had been looking for the brunette for almost thirty minutes. She had been trying to locate her earlier, but she hadn't answered her calls.
The girl had her left leg dangling and her back resting against the wall.
Sometimes these behaviors of Helena were really annoying, she hadn't called or answered her phone calls since morning.
Irritated, she walked toward her.
"You've gone off-line again, why?" Batgirl asked. "The mic is a transceiver, not a walkman."
"I was busy." Huntress said nonchalantly.
"God, this is so like you!" the redhead waved her hands "You are not busy."
Blue eyes looked at her. "I was, before you arrived."
"What kept you busy, may I ask?"
The brunette thought a brief second before answering. "I was counting how many stars are in the sky."
"Yeah, very busy…" Batgirl sighed.
"I bet there are as many stars as the number of hamburgers sold by McDonald's."
The redhead glared at her. It seemed Huntress was in a rather nasty mood.
"Why did you leave last night? You didn't say goodbye."
"You were busy with Wade and I was busy, too."
"Yea, with a fake blonde."
"She was not fake." Huntress grumbled, "She was hot."
"Why didn't you call today? Why didn't you answer my calls?"
"I didn't want to." Huntress shrugged her shoulders.
Batgirl narrowed her eyes. Was she having a tantrum?
"Excuse me?"
"I'm free, remember?" The brunette stood up and faced her. "I can do anything I want."
"Yes, you are right. You are a specialist in acting childish."
"Sorry Bat-Oracle. I forgot you like having everything under your control. Well, I have news for you, I act on my own. I don't need your permission for anything, mother."
Her words made the redhead angry. "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry, did I piss you off? Or are you jealous?"
The redhead raised her eyebrow. She was going to start again with her games. Helena smirked and walked toward her, she looked her up and down.
"You are hot, you know?"
"Yes, I know," the redhead answered.
"Mmm." Huntress chuckled and circled her. "I love girls with confidence." She moved her face close to the redhead's ear. "I bet you would be really wild."
Green eyes fixed on her, Huntress didn't move an inch. It was a challenge. The brunette loved challenges.
"I like when you talk to me like that," she said to the brunette.
"Why?"
"It means you have good taste."
Huntress smirked.
"Let's talk, Huntress." Batgirl pronounced her name, drawing it out slowly for emphasis. Her face was inches from the younger woman.
"Why? Are you interested?" Huntress smirked.
"What if I say yes?"
Huntress felt a shiver, she didn't expect that answer. The caped woman was so close that she could feel her breath on her face. It took her a second to recover her senses.
"Take a number," she finally said and walked to the cornice.
"Depends." Batgirl followed her.
"Depends on what?" Huntress almost jumped, startled when she again found the redhead so close to her, her bright green eyes making her shiver.
"You." Batgirl smiled at her mischievously. She lifted her index finger and traced Huntress' jaw. "What do you think?"
Huntress froze. What was she doing?
"What… I think?" she mumbled, disconcerted.
"Do you think I really need to take a number or… can I get straight to business?"
Helena fixed her eyes on the redhead's lips, she could smell her. The beat of her heart increased; it crossed her mind to kiss Barbara. She liked her, she liked her so much, but… She couldn't play this game, not with her.
Batgirl moved closer. Okay, this game had gone too far. Helena was uncomfortable. She stepped back and Batgirl followed her. She tried to take another step back, but she found herself against the wall.
"Stop," the young woman mumbled.
The redhead was in her personal space and Huntress could feel her so close. It really made her feel nervous, like a teenager. Batgirl moved her face close and Helena held her breath.
The redhead moved deliberately slow, taunting, teasing. She could feel the soft hairs of her cheek brushing the younger woman's. "So, what do you say?" she whispered to her.
"Barbara, stop---" Huntress was panicked. She avoided looking at the redhead and turned away.
The redhead let her go, noticing her reaction. Huntress had pissed her off, and Barbara had decided to play her game to see where she would go, but it seemed the girl had reacted in a different way than she'd expected. She knew it was difficult for Helena to let people in. She had seen fear in her eyes. Fear to be open? Fear of being vulnerable? Fear of Barbara?
Why was Helena afraid of her?
Huntress turned her back to her and stared at the city below, feeling her heart thumping hard in her chest.
"Are you all right?" she asked, worried.
"I'm fine." The young girl said.
"What happened?" The redhead walked toward her.
Huntress moved back when she saw Batgirl walking to her. She didn't understand her own reaction. It was weird, and she didn't want Barbara to realize it.
"Why did you do that?" she asked the older woman.
"What?"
"That!"
"I was playing your game. It's fun." The redhead crossed her arms, trying to sound light. She realized Huntress was seriously disturbed and afraid, but she didn't know why.
"I don't like Batgirl," the brunette mumbled.
"Fine, I don't like Huntress, it's a tie."
"Well, that's true."
"Let's do something, let's go to the Tower. I have some pizza and we could have dinner."
Huntress looked at her with distrust.
"Come on," the redhead encouraged.
The dark haired woman nodded, knowing it would be worse if she refused. Barbara would start to ask questions that she didn't want to answer.

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Barbara poured a bit of coffee in her mug. She had removed her cowl, cape and gloves and was just wearing her dark body armor. She noticed the brunette had been nervous since she had taunted her. When she had touched her shoulder, asking her to come to the Clock Tower, she had felt her stiffen. Since they had arrived, Helena had kept her distance from her.
"And how was last night?" Helena asked seated at the far end of the kitchen table. She was afraid to be close to Barbara. It was strange, she had been close to her the last few weeks and she had felt comfortable, but the hint of the possibility that the older woman was going to try to be close to her emotionally, really frightened her. She didn't want anyone to be close.
"Nice, Wade was very sweet," the redhead answered, observing her. She gave Helena a piece of pizza and took the other one for herself. She sat in front of the brunette.
"Why didn't you… go out with him tonight?"
"He was here last night and…" the redhead noticed the expression in the girls eyes, "he left this morning. Today he had to go to sleep early. Tomorrow, he has work." She bit a piece of her pizza and opened her can of cold tea. "What happened on the roof, Helena?"
"Nothing." Helena shrugged her shoulders.
"Something happened." Barbara crossed her arms over the table. "You don't want to talk?"
"No."
The redhead took a deep breath. She was frustrated when Helena closed herself behind those high walls. "It seems you haven't forgiven me yet."
Blue eyes lifted to meet green. "It's not that."
"You don't trust me, yet."
"It's not that." Helena moved her head, feeling uncomfortable with herself.
"So?"
The brunette didn't answer. She looked to her left, avoiding Barbra's eyes.
Her reaction hurt the redhead, she still didn't trust her. Barbara had done everything she could, but it seemed Helena couldn't forgive her yet.
"All right," she mumbled, "I just hope someday you trust me and forgive me. I didn't forget you, I was trying to survive."
Helena stared at her and didn't answer.
"I enjoy so much your company, Hel," Barbara said. "Really, I can talk with you for hours and I don't feel the time. You are a very good conversationalist, and smart… You are a very good friend, the best I've ever had. I hope some day you feel the same."
"You are my best friend, Barbara," the brunette mumbled.
Barbara sighed. Yes. Just her best friend. "So?"
"There are things that are still so hard for me."
Barbara stretched her hand and touched Helena's. The young woman flinched at the contact, but the redhead kept her hand there, she wanted so much to feel her close.
"You are my best friend, too." Green eyes fixed on deep blue. "I love you," she said, hoping Helena wouldn't find the truth behind her words.
Barbara's words hit Helena's chest. She hadn't heard them for so long. She stood up and walked out of the kitchen, confused. She felt a strange mixture of fear and love. She was scared, scared as hell.
The redhead watched her go with sadness. She wanted so much to take took her in her arms and hug her, comfort her, keep her at her side.
She wanted so much for Helena to stay with her. The Clock tower seemed to be full of life when she was there. Since she had moved back to her home, everything was so… different.
She shook her head and stood up.
She wasn't hungry anymore.

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Dr. Quinzel liked Helena more and more each day. She was so tempted to touch her, her skin seemed to be smooth, soft… Maybe she practiced some sport because she had strong muscles and an incredible body.
It was taking her more time than she expected to seduce her. That Barbara Gordon was buried in her heart very deep. Knowing it, she already had sent a letter to the court suggesting that Helena needed more sessions, that she had improved, but she still needed to work on her anger issues a bit more.
It would allow her more time to be close to the brunette and conquer her heart.
Every day she liked the girl more and more.
She'd promised herself that Helena would be hers.
She just needed to be intelligent and patient.
Harleen Quinzel took a sip of water from a glass at her side, observing Helena. Today, she looked especially absent, far, distant…. sad.
"Why do you find it so difficult to come here?" the blonde asked.
The young woman tapped her fingers on the arm of the couch.
"Helena?" she asked again, when the brunette's silence was too long.
"It's hard for me to come here," the dark haired woman said, crossing her leg. She still felt confused by the events of a few nights before with Barbara. Feeling Barbara so close had made her aroused, but at the same time she'd been afraid. Afraid of her, of opening her heart to her.
"Why?"
"I don't trust people."
"I know you think you can't trust anyone, but ... I'd like to help you, if you'd let me."
Helena rubbed her forehead with her left hand.
"Why is it so difficult for you to let people in, Helena?"
Helena was quiet for a moment, she inhaled sharply. "After Mom was killed, I found out about my dad -- who he was."
"Most people would be excited to discover that a billionaire philanthropist like Bruce Wayne was their father."
"I only wanted one thing from him ..." Helena said softly, her mind traveling years back, "that he find the man that killed my mother."
"And then?"
"And then I wanted that man dead."
Her words intrigued Quinzel. She put a hand against her temple and fixed Helena with a look.
"We can't just go around killing people, Helena."
"Yeah, that's what I hear." She shook her head and scoffed. "All I wanted from him was revenge. If it had been the other way around, Mom would've done it. They hadn't been together in years. She would've killed for him. And that's when I learned ... what my mom always knew -- rely on no one but yourself."
"I'm here to help you," Quinzel's voice was gentle. "Let me help you."
"This world is full of people trying to help me," Helena said. She was tired of hearing that every fucking day.
"Why are you so morose today?" the doctor inquired curiously. She arranged her white dress with no sleeves. She had chosen that outfit, expecting to catch the brunette's attention, but she was in her own world. "A few days ago you were bright, very happy."
Helena sighed and kept silent.
The blonde smiled. It seemed she was determined to not talk. She'd have to push a bit. And that was easy.
"It's Barbara again, right?" she asked, feeling annoyed.
That damn woman seemed to be buried deep inside Helena's soul. She couldn't advance on her plan to conquer the young woman if she kept thinking about Barbara all the time. On the other hand, Helena had many emotions inside her, such anger, such fear of loss… and Quinzel loved it. She knew she could manage her, use her, by exploiting those weaknesses.
Maybe it was time to press a little more.
"What did she do to you this time?" She put her notebook to a side. She wanted the brunette to see her as a friend, not a doctor.
It was the first step. After that, she would advance more, be more… intimate with her… take her.
"Nothing," Helena mumbled, avoiding her gaze.
"Was she rude to you?"
"She pissed me off."
"What happened?"
"I wanted to be alone. She called me, but I didn't answer her calls. I just wanted to be alone."
"And she came looking for you, regardless of the fact that you didn't want see her."
The brunette stood up and brushed her hair back. She felt so bad for flirting with her that night on the rooftop. Why wouldn't the woman just stay away from her?
Quinzel crossed her arms and circled her. "What did she say when she finally found you?"
"Nothing."
"I imagine she asked why you didn't answer her calls."
The brunette didn't answer.
"I imagine it made you feel angry. Very angry…. She found you, and you didn't want to see her." Quinzel pushed her. "What did you do, Helena? What did you do when she found you?"
"I pissed her off…." the brunette mumbled.
The blonde examined every movement of the girl. It was fascinating. Filled with so many dark and wonderful feelings and emotions, emotions that could lead her to such lovely violence… maybe even to kill.
"You said she likes to be in control and anything you do pisses her off." Harley kept walking around her with smooth movements. "No, I imagine you couldn't piss her off this time and that is the reason that you are angry now. You can't make her mad at you. You can't push her away. She is close, every time so close… you are afraid."
Helena laughed. "Afraid?"
"That she might get close to you." The blonde stood up at her side. "Afraid to completely let her in so that she can really see you."
The young woman fixed her eyes on her therapist. She didn't want look to inside herself, and liked it even less when other people tried to do it.
"What do you feel for Barbara?" Quinzel asked softly. She had asked her that question previously, but brunette had refused to answer. She needed to know who was inside the brunette's heart. She didn't like the idea that she might be in love with someone else. "Is that feeling so strong that you are afraid to face it?"
Helena turned her back to the therapist.
Demons in hell!! She was in love with that Barbara Gordon.
Harleen broke the pen she had in her hand. She squeezed her fist. It took all her control not to lose her temper and show she was bothered.
Now she needed for Helena to accept it, to work with her. She couldn't help if the woman didn't accept her real feelings. Maybe if she challenged her….
Quinzel smiled, she knew Helena couldn't resist challenges.
Helena's expression was serious, knowing that she couldn't refuse to answer. She looked out window for long seconds; New Gotham's buildings could be clearly seen on the horizon.
Quinzel felt satisfied with herself, the tension was evident in the dark haired woman's muscles.
She was touching a point that she didn't want to answer.
Helena's finally met the blonde's eyes. She observed Quinzel with an expression that could be read as disgust.
"I respect her," she finally said.
"And do you think that talking about your feelings for her is disrespecting her?" Quinzel leaned forward. She stretched out her hand and took Helena's. "Or you are trying to supress your feelings?"
Helena pulled her hand away and leaned back in her seat.
"Barbara was friend of my mom and is a friend of my dad," she said coldly.
"And? You said she is beautiful, and she is just eight years older than you."
"What do you want?" Helena said, not hiding her disgust.
"I don't want anything, I want you to face your own feelings, but it seems you are avoiding the fact that you feel something for her."
"I'm avoiding a big mistake."
Quinzel turned and walked to her slowly, she began circling her again. She finally stood up behind the brunette and closed her eyes a brief second, inhaling. Helena used a small hint of perfume, delicate and soft. She was so tempted to kiss her.
"Are you afraid to hurt her, or to hurt yourself?"
"I like her so much," the brunette said softly.
"How much is that much?" the blonde whispered close to her ear.
"She is family, I just found my family again and I don't want to lose it."
The doctor moved in front of her. She lifted her hand and brushed a strand of dark hair behind Helena's' ear. "That is nice."
Helena was uncomfortable having her so close. She moved to the side. She didn't like people being so close to her. "Time's up," she said.
The blonde closed her hand, which was still open after caressing the brunette's hair.
"Right," she said. "You are making progress."
"We are almost finished, no?" The brunette picked up her bag. "Just five more sessions and it's over."
"Yes, but you can keep coming if you want." The blonde crossed her arms over her chest. "It would be a pleasure to help you."
"I don't think need I'll need it, but thanks anyway." She smiled and left the office.
Quinzel narrowed her eyes. She was sure she still wasn't being honest with her. Barbara had managed to hit on something in her interaction with Helena that had scared the younger woman.
She was sure "Barbara" was trying to be close to the girl and it was scaring her. Helena was afraid to open herself. She loved Barbara, but, at the same time, she was denying her own feelings. It would mean being vulnerable and creating a potential for being hurt.
She could use it against Barbara. Make the girl believe that if she kept feeling that she would be in pain again.
She patted her index finger against her chin.
Helena.
There was definitely something dark there and it attracted her, with an incredible strength and force.
She wanted her so badly.
But it seemed Barbara was a big obstacle. Helena's mind was busy just thinking about her. Quinzel had been trying to catch her attention, but with the girl's mind so distracted, she didn't seem to notice her.
A buzz from her phone sounded. She walked toward her desk and pressed a button.
"Doctor Quinzel, Mr. Davidson is here."
"Excellent. I was waiting for him," she said and sat at her desk.
The door opened and a tall white man appeared.
"Good afternoon, Doctor Quinzel."
"Good afternoon, did you bring what I requested?"
"Sure." He walked toward the desk and put a folder on it.
"All you want know about Helena Kyle is here."
"Excellent." The blonde smiled.
"We have problems."
"What kind of problems?"
"That woman and Batgirl stopped our shipment again."
The blonde took a deep breath. She looked the man sat in front of her and lifted her eyebrow.
"Just so I understand -- the woman who has continually thwarted my plans is alive and unidentified. Our plan to kill her failed. How is this possible?"
"She used to work alone, but lately we have seen her working with Batgirl. They are fighting a coordinated attack -- like a team. It's not easy."
"Oh, so that's it." Quinzel narrowed her eyes and began pacing in front of him. "Our target and Batgirl have become friends. God, this is starting to piss me off."
Harley stopped pacing behind him and put one hand on his shoulder and the other rested on his chest.
"And you can't stop them, with your army you can't stop two women. Don't be insane." She caressed the side of his head as she whispered into his ear. "Well, I suppose ... there is an up side."
Without warning, Dr. Quinzel reached out and twisted his neck, killing him.
"I'll need to do it myself." She pushed him forward until his forehead rested against her desk.
The blonde gave his back one final slap before walking away and heading toward her large picture window. She looked out into the city.
"Whoever you are, I know you're out there somewhere, and I will find you," she promised herself with a whisper.

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The woman's fist hit him with such force that it sent him flying across the street and crashing against a car. Then woman then bent in time to turn and kick the man behind her. He gasped and she turned and hit him before taking him by his shirt and smashing the thug inside a trash can.
She arranged her hair, a whistle was heard.
"That was rough," Huntress said, walking toward her and looking at the unconscious man lying at the ground. "And you complain that I'm the overzealous one."
"He was going to hit me." Batgirl bent over and picked up a baseball bat. "Not nice."
"Now I know why you are not married yet."
"Why? Are you interested?" Batgirl winked at her.
"I don't like girls in uniform." Huntress moved away.
"Weird. Some people find it exciting." She walked behind the dark woman, noticing that when she flirted with her, playing Helena's game, Helena avoided her. "I have the feeling that we are after some crime lord."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It's just a feeling."
"Maybe we need to make another sweep."
The GPS on Batgirl's belt made a soft "beep." She took it and read the message.
She wished she could cancel it. She was not in mood to see him tonight. But she couldn't cancel it. It was a dinner with the mayor, to discuss the support he would give to the foundation.
"We'll have to do it later," she sighed. "Wade. I forgot we have a dinner."
"Okay." The brunette shrugged her shoulders. Fucking Wade.
This irritated the redhead. The last week, she was only able to see Helena at night on sweeps; she worked all day and Wade demanded her time too. They talked just for a few minutes and didn't spend as much time together as before.
Huntress was going to jump off the building.
"Wait!" she shouted.
"What's wrong?"
"Have you thought about working at the foundation again?" the redhead asked, walking toward her.
"Why?" Huntress said.
"You have great ideas," the redhead waved her hand, trying to find a good answer, "and we have a nice time… and I have fun with you."
"No," the brunette shook her head "I hadn't thought about it."
"Maybe you should. I really would love for you to come back."
The brunette smiled lightly. "I'll think about it."
"Promise?"
"Sure." The young woman jumped down. Helena needed a cold shower, Barbara's smile made her crazy and enflamed all her hormones.
Batgirl watched her and turned, she had to get back to the ClockTower.


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