Barbara sat on a bench with her arms crossed, looking at the main park in New Gotham bay. It was a cold afternoon.
She couldn't stop thinking about Helena. She had been on her mind all night, all day. She smiled remembering the brunette's smile, she loved her smile. She loved her tantrums when she tried to show her feelings but her pride didn't let her show it. She loved how Helena, despite her denials, always tried to be close to her.
She felt surprised at her body's reaction when she had kissed Helena, she couldn't hold back when she saw her so close. Every inch of her body had felt ready to explode in joy.
She had never thought about Helena as a possible love interest.
All her life she had dated only men, this was so unexpected… until Helena.
She had just realized that her feelings for Helena were deeper, more than just deeper. She was in love with her, and it was that kind of love that made people feel butterflies in their stomach and feel the days were brighter and full of life, looking at the watch waiting for the time to see her again.
She felt like a teenager.
With Wade, everything seemed to be different, it was gray. She didn't feel the same emotions that she had felt for him years before.
Many thoughts had run through her mind, that she had committed a mistake kissing Helena but she couldn't resist being so close to her, her lips so red.
She took her fingers to her lips, she could still feel Helena's trembling lips on her; the brunette had kissed her back, with such tenderness and love.
Love…
A smile drew in on her lips. Yes, it was love, she loved her back. She was sure of it.
But, why she had run away? She had seen fear in her eyes.
Helena was scared.
Why? She was confident, with a strong personality, determination.
She had been dying to call her but she felt it was better to give her time. Helena will back, she was sure of it, she felt it.
"Barbara, sorry if I'm late." Wade's voice made her turn her head.
"Hi." She greeted him.
He kissed her lightly on her lips and took her hand. "You said you wanted to talk with me, that it was important." He pulled a chair and sat with her in the restaurant.
"Yes."
The brunette cleaned some cups at Dark Horse Bar, the place was closed and it was her turn to clean up. It was so hard clear her mind.
Resting her hands over the marble bar she stared at the cups. It had been a long day for her and she couldn't focus on what she was doing, all day she had felt Barbara's mouth on her, that sweet and incredible kiss that moved all her senses, she had been thinking about Barbara and that kiss.
That fucking kiss that had left her dumb and stupid.
She threw her cloth to the bar. She couldn't think of anything, just Barbara's lips.
Why had she kissed her?
Barbara was straight, she dated Wade, but she had said she loved her.
She rested her back on the wall and touched her mouth with her fingertips.
Dammit
It was the best kiss she had ever had, no one had kissed her like Barbara. She never thought Barbara would kiss like that. She had almost combusted right there.
Helena sighed and lowered her head..
That was wrong, it was wrong.
She didn't want to love her, she couldn't. It would mean letting the redhead see her. She was not sure she wanted that. What if she was just experimenting like Quinzel had said? Looking for something new? Playing?
What if she gave everything to her and she lost her someday like her mom?
She couldn't handle it.
Not twice.
She turned and banged her head against the wall.
She was so stupid.
She straightened and, grabbing her coat, walked to the exit. She was not in the mood to stay and finish cleaning up, she needed a walk.
Closing the door she turned and took a deep breath looking up, it was a bright night. Barbara was her life, her world, her everything, she couldn't live without her.
She hated it.
She had promised she never would depend on anyone… and now, now she felt she needed Barbara as the air she breathed.
It was so confusing, the mixed feelings inside her. She had never felt like that before.
She began to walk to the corner lowering her head and put her hands inside her pockets.
Someone unexpectedly put a fabric bag over her head, blinding her. It had a cord around the bottom and whoever it was, had pulled it tight around her neck.
Crap, she was so distracted that she didn't see it coming.
She hit the man behind her and kicked another one that grabbed her arm. The sound of breaking bone and a yell meant she had hit her target well. Another man tried to hold her arm but she sent him flying over her. A hard blow to her head made her fall on her knees.
Damn.
The fucking guys surely had used a stick, it had hurt like hell.
Someone twisted her arm back and she growled feeling the cord pressing around her neck. Before she could react, she felt a gun over her skull.
"Don't move or I'll blow your head off." A voice shouted.
She gasped trying to breathe as the men restrained her hands behind her back with a rope. They lifted her by her arms and pushed her inside a vehicle.
She heard the doors of a van closing.
This was not good.
She tried to move but someone pulled the cord harder around her neck cutting off her oxygen.
"I said do not move honey." The man said "Now you will be a good girl and we will have a nice trip across the city."
The man released the grip around her neck and she coughed taking air into her lungs. Someone grabbed her by her jacket and lifted her.
"Now sweetheart," a man barked to her ear "be nice and this will be a pleasant trip."
Someone grabbed the damn cord around her neck and pulled her to the ground.
"Let's go." The voice said.
Helena heard a loud thud followed by the sound of a window breaking.
"What the fuck?" one of the men shouted.
Shots were heard. Helena felt a man next to her and she kicked him. She felt her blow impact and she heard him cry out.
"Keep her down!" a man shouted.
Helena couldn't see a damned thing. She was pulled back again by the cord. She gasped and struggled trying to free herself.
She heard the door of the van opening, followed by blows and yells.
The grip around her neck was released and the brunette coughed again resting her forehead on the cold floor of the van. She focused on her hearing, she noticed there was just one man next to her. It was easy to calculate how far away he was, as his breathing hard and fast, he was nervous. She hit him with her elbow and rolled.
She fell out of the van and hit the ground. She broke the ropes tying her hands back pushing hard and took her hand to her neck to remove the bag covering her head.
Shaking her head she saw that Batgirl was fighting against five men, two more were on the ground.
What was she doing there?
Well, she could think about it later. She jumped over three of the men that attacked her and hit them punching them fast. She moved as fast as she could and soon she had them lying on the ground knocked out.
"Seems you can't be far from trouble." The redhead said smirking to her.
"No thanks to you." The dark haired woman glared at her as she punched a man in his face. He fell down.
"Hey, I just saved your ass, be nice." Batgirl turned and kicked a man that tried to attack her from behind.
"No one asked for your help, I had it all under control." Helena turned and hit another man on his jaw with her elbow knocking him down. She didn't know why Batgirl pissed her off that much.
"You're welcome." The redhead hit one of the thugs in his gut and pushed him back, "Your friends are pretty rude."
"Well, they are not my friends." Helena jumped over one of the thugs and hit him from behind.
Batgirl cleaned her hands "Did you piss off some bar customer then?"
"No." the brunette stretched her arm and crashed her fist against a man's face making him stumble back.
Two of the criminals stood up, ran to the van and left.
"Well, they are not friendly." The red head ducked and avoided being hit by a big stick. She gave two hard blows to the thug and he smashed against the wall.
"Maybe we can check who these new members of your fan club are." She bent and lifted a man by his neck and shoved him against a wall. "Okay, what were you planning do?"
He coughed and spat on her face.
"Uh, oh… thaaaat waaaaas ruuuude…" Helena whistled lifting her eyebrows. That asshole was in trouble, Batgirl was definitely all nice except when she was pissed..
The older woman closed her eyes for a brief second and counted to five.
"Do that again…." Batgirl said "And you will be sorry for it all your life."
"Bitch." He grinned and spat at her again.
"That will hurt." Helena mumbled knowing what would come and closed her eyes.
She heard a big noise. When she opened her eyes again the man was head down inside a garbage container. The masked woman cleaned her face with a napkin.
"I hate when they do this." She growled.
Helena grabbed the man trying to crawl away by the back of his pants and lifted him easily with one hand.
"All right, maybe you wanna tell us what happened here."
"Let me go bitch!"
"Why you were trying to kidnap her?" Batgirl asked walking to the man and looking him.
"Fuck off bitch!"
"He doesn't want to talk." The redhead said to Helena.
"He will talk." Helena hit him hard.
"Don't be rude." Batgirl scolded her.
"I never am." The brunette took the man by his lapels. "For the last time. Who sent you here?"
He spat her on her face.
Helena closed her eyes.
"What's the point of spitting on women?" Batgirl shook her head. "I don't understand."
The brunette glared at him with feral eyes. She growled and she hit him, hard.
He fell face down on the pavement.
Batgirl kneeled at his side. "I suggest you to talk, she in not in a good mood."
"I prefer to die."
"Okay."
"Don't dare to think about it." the redhead glared to the brunette when she noticed the sparkle in blue eyes.
"He asked for it!!" Helena protested.
"Don't…" Batgirl pointed at her, sometimes she really tested her limits with her reactions.
"Alright! Alright!" the man said scared "A woman contacted us, her name is Quinn."
Both women looked him.
"It's all I know, she paid us to kidnap her." He looked at the brunette.
"Why?" Batgirl asked
"I don't know, our orders were just to kidnap her. She will call us telling us where to take her. That's all."
The thin dark woman punched him hard on his face.
"Hey! What are you doing?" the redhead took her wrist.
"I don't believe it's all he knows." The young woman growled.
"I swear, it's all!" he coughed.
"It's okay, let him go." Batgirl said touching Helena's arm.
Helena threw him against a nearby wall and he slipped down unconscious.
"Helena!" Batgirl rolled her eyes.
"You said let him go! I let him go!" the brunette said angry.
"You need control your temper."
"You must stop being so complacent with criminals."
The redhead didn't pay attention to her words, her mind was in another place, the brunette noticed it and cocked her head.
"What's wrong?"
"Some one tried to kidnap Helena Kyle and I don't like it. You are vulnerable now. We need know why and who."
"That Quinn?"
"He said that." The caped woman kneeled and checked the pockets of the man lying on the floor.
"What kind of name is Quinn?" Helena moved her head.
"Much better than Huntress."
"Not as ridiculous as Batgirl. What are you doing here anyway?"
"You're welcome, it was a pleasure rescue you." The redhead took some digital prints of the man's hand.
"I didn't ask for your help. Did my father send you to look for me?"
"No, I don't usually work as babysitter in my free time." The caped woman turned and looked her. "And besides I think you are big enough."
Batgirl rose her eyebrow. Helena looked gorgeous in the outfit she had chosen for that day. "You look cute when you are pissed." She couldn't hold her words back.
Huntress didn't know what to say, she just blushed and turned her head.
"I didn't know you were a shy girl." Batgirl stood up smiling to herself, noticing Huntress had blushed under her comment. The guy she was checking was clean, the van had gone.
"Don't fuck with me." Huntress growled.
"Believe me," Batgirl said crossing her arms in front of her. Helena had a strange effect on her, the thought of ravishing her in some way, excited her. "I really would like to do it."
Helena felt a shiver on her back when those emerald eyes fixed on her, grinning. She felt warmth crawling on her neck and cheeks.
Dammit, Batgirl was flirting with her, and she had blushed again!
Fuck.
She had seen her blush!
She wanted to hit her head against the wall. What the fuck was wrong with her?
"What are you doing here? No one called you?" she asked annoyed wishing she hadn't seen the red color on her face.
Batgirl felt satisfied with Huntress's reaction. She cleaned her hands on her thighs.
"I came here looking for you," she explained "I saw those men pushing you inside the van. Do you know them?"
"No." Helena avoided her look and turned to where the men were lying.
"Why do you think they would want to kidnap you?" the redhead walked to her.
"No idea."
"Came on, we have work to do." The redhead turned and let her steps take her to the other side of the street.
"What?"
"We must go to the Clock Tower, to check this." She lifted her hand with the envelope with digital prints inside.
Helena knew what it could involve a 'talk' about what had happened the night before. "No."
"Helena, this is not a joke, someone tried to kidnap you."
"I don't like you."
"This is not about that. The person who tried to kidnap you tonight will try to do it again."
"I can take care of myself."
The redhead scratched her head. How could Helena be so confident with her as Barbara and be so hard headed with her as Batgirl?
"Sure, like you were a few minutes ago?" she exhaled "If I hadn't been here you would now be I don't know where."
Helena growled at her.
"Helena this is serious!" Batgirl said angrily, she pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to remain calm.
Helena sighed she turned her head and looked to the other side of the street, she hated to admit it but the redhead was right. She was scared to be alone with her and talk about what had happened the night before, about her feelings, she was damn scared to let her see her feelings. But someone was after her, first as Huntress and now as Helena Kyle.
An idea hit her mind, she narrowed her eyes and looked the masked woman. "Do you think someone knows who I am?" she asked.
Batgirl felt a shiver, that was an idea that hadn't crossed her mind. But if Helena's theory was right, she was most vulnerable now. "I'm not sure… could be." She said, "Please Helena, if what you are saying is true… you are in danger."
Helena exhaled and nodded. She was right. "Let's go."
In the distance, inside an empty room in an abandoned building, Dr. Harley Quinzel observed them with her arms crossed leaning against the frame of a small window. She was dressed in a strange red and white costume that fit her like a second skin. She narrowed her eyes watching the two figures walk away and be lost in the dark street.
"Interesting," she mumbled amazed, tapping her chin, having observed the incredible skills of her young patient. "Helena Kyle is not human…" she mumbled "She is meta… and seems be Batgirl's friend."
The blonde turned and walked around the room "They fought as a team…" she stopped and turned again to the window. Could she be…?
She walked to it and her eyes fixed on the street where the two women had disappeared.
Could she be the mysterious 'Huntress'?
Her eyes brightened with intensity.
Helena Kyle was the Huntress.
She laughed loud and clapped her hands.
"Helena, my dear Helena." she danced around the room. "This is so wonderful."
Her plans would turn out much better, this was something she didn't expect.
The door of the room opened, a man appeared, it was the man she had contracted, the leader of the gang. He had been beaten, hard.
"I'm sorry." He said "Batgirl appeared and…"
"Your mission was so easy." Quinzel inhaled deeply and closed the curtains of the window.
"But she is not human! You didn't say that! That girl, the one we tried to kidnap, is strong as hell."
Quinzel looked him and touched his chin with her index finger. "And I thought you were a professional ready to face any obstacle in your way."
"I didn't expect it…"
She paced around the room "It's the second time you have failed, and I'm spending a lot of money on you."
"I'll try again, I'll get her."
"Your mission was easy, kidnap that girl and bring her to me." Quinzel had decided she was tired of waiting until Helena looked at her, so she had chosen to trap her and give her 'private' sessions to deal with her issues and to show her who she was.
"I'll do it."
"I ordered you to kill them and you failed that too." She took her hands to her back "How many times will you fail before you follow my orders?"
"I…"
Quinzel lifted her arm from behind her back and shot him in his head.
The man fell heavily to the floor bleeding profusely out of his head.
"You disappoint me General," Harley Quinzel said humming "seems I must act on my own." She stepped over him and walked out of the room.
Things were turning interesting, the wild Huntress was the lovely Helena Kyle, she was not an ordinary woman, and that, in some way, excited her. Her kidnapping plan had failed, but it had opened a handful of other options about what do to her.
TBC
