Helena was silent the entire ride back home. Batgirl could feel it, she had her arms wrapped around her waist but the girl was stiff. She wondered if kissing her had been a mistake, it couldn't be, Helena had kissed her back, she had been so sweet and her eyes didn't lie when she looked at her.
They arrived at the Clock Tower a few minutes later. Not saying a word, Helena dismounted the bike and walked inside the elevator.
"I was thinking," Batgirl said trying to break the ice "the one who planned your kidnapping may have wanted to demand money from your father."
"I stopped using his money years ago." Helena sighed not looking at her and stepping inside the elevator.
"Yes, but you still are his daughter." Batgirl followed her removing her gloves and pressed the button to go to the upper floor.
"I didn't ask be his daughter. I hate it." Helena rested her back on the elevator doors after they closed.
"But you are." Barbara looked her and crossed her arms. "Helena it's time to face it. He is your father, try to be closer to him,"
"You know I have issues with my father."
"But it must finish some day."
"Why?" Helena exhaled loudly. "He didn't lift a finger to kill my mother's murderer!!"
"We don't kill Helena." Batgirl removed her upper armor. "It's our hero code."
"It's a stupid code." The brunette grumbled looking the wall.
"You can't blame him for doing what is right"
"What that man did to my mother was not right." Helena glared at her.
"Killing him is not right either and wouldn't help to bring your mother back.."
"You don't understand…"
The redhead kept her gaze on her. Some topics were hard to discuss with Helena and even more when she was angry.
Her look made Helena feel nervous, she tried to ignore the strength of her gaze but it was impossible..
"Why are you looking at me?" the brunette asked finally angry.
"You must wear a mask."
"Oh come on!" Helena checked the light that signaled the floor they were passing, being so close to the masked woman made her feel uncomfortable.
"You need do it," Batgirl said "you don't have a secret identity."
"Masks itch."
The elevator doors opened and the brunette put her hands in her pockets and walked out. She stopped in her tracks. This was not the lab, they were at Barbara's penthouse.
Fuck.
She turned to walk inside the elevator again but found her way blocked by Batgirl.
"Wrong floor." She grumbled trying to walk past her.
"We need to talk." The former crime fighter said extending her arm to block the way inside the elevator.
"I don't wanna talk."
"Well I do."
"But I don't."
"We always talk just when you want and I accept it. Now, is my turn, I want to talk."
The brunette glared to her.
"Why are you so mad?" Barbara asked throwing her upper armor and mask to the side.
"I'm not mad!" Helena said in loud voice, she turned and paced, she felt caged.
"Alright" the redhead followed her "Why are you so angry with me then?"
"I'm not angry with you!"
"Is it because I kissed you? Is that it?"
"No! It is not that!" Helena replied, she looked around trying to find a way to escape, why the hell had she agreed to come here?
"What is then?" Barbara asked with soft tone. "Is it because I kissed you?" Barbara asked walking toward her "Was it that bad?"
"No." Helena mumbled avoiding looking at her.
"So?'"
The brunette felt Barbara standing close to her, so close that her body could feel her warmth. She closed her eyes for a brief second. Why the fuck she was nervous as hell?
"Forget it." She mumbled turning to see her. She understood then it was the wrong move, the other woman's face was inches from her, she was trapped in her intense gaze and felt her heart beating faster, flushed with deep emotions running through her body she was paralyzed for a brief second.. "Just was…" she babbled "something stupid…."
"It was not stupid for me."
"Barbara… you don't understand." the young woman whispered with pleading eyes, asking her not to go so far, she couldn't push her back.
"Help me to understand then." The redhead cupped her cheek with her palm "I want understand you, I want you to trust in me."
Helena shook her head. What the fuck was she thinking? This was insane.
She walked past her and tried to go again to the elevator but Barbara stopped her grabbing her by her arm.
The brunette exhaled feeling frustrated. Why was she doing this to her?
"Barbara!!!." Helena brushed her hair back with her hands feeling frustrated.
"Why?" Barbara asked "Why is it wrong to talk about us?"
"I'm not your fucking toy!" Helena shouted angry.
"I never thought that." Barbara said "Why do you think that?"
Helena felt pissed, she wanted move but Barbara blocked her way again.
"We are going to talk, you are not going to run away as you usually do." Barbara said with firm voice "I asked why do you think you are a toy for me. Where did you get that absurd idea?"
The brunette didn't answer, she looked like a cornered cat, trying a way to escape and not finding any way. The redhead was determined to not let her run away again.
"Helena I never will play with your feelings." Barbara whispered with soft voice. "You are very important for me."
"Yeah, keep saying that…" the brunette growled.
"Please tell me why you don't want talk? Why you push me back? I have seen how you look at me. No one has kissed me like you. What's happening?"
"You are with Wade!!" Helena shouted glaring to her.
There was a deep silence between them. Helena moved her head and walked to the elevator.
"Not anymore," the redhead said with calm voice understanding Helena's behavior "I just broke up with him."
"I'm not idiot!" The brunette turned staring at her with anger
"I know that."
"You spent the whole fucking weekend with him in Bermuda!"
"I needed to talk with him."
"In Bermuda? Sure… and surely 'having fun' with him."
"I needed be alone with him!"
"So why the fuck did you follow me??"
Barbara realized then something.
"You are in love with me."
"I'm not in love with you!"
"You are jealous." Barbara waked toward her.
"You are dreaming." Helena growled.
"Every time I went out with him you were so angry. You were jealous…"
"You are an idiot!!"
"Why are you yelling then?"
"Leave me alone." Helena tried to move and realized she was cornered.
"You are jealous." Barbara give a step to her.
The brunette glared at her.
"Don't…" Helena warned the older woman.
"You love me…" the redhead moved closer again.
"You don't understand…" Helena protested and tried to push her back.
"I went to Bermuda because I needed be alone with him, Hel." Barbara said "I broke up with him."
Blue eyes blinked confused.
"It was not easy." The redhead said standing a few inches from Helena. "I don't love him… but I have loved him, he was marvelous, I tried to not hurt him so much, he is a good man."
Helena fixed her eyes on her.
Not saying a word more the redhead pressed the brunette against the wall and grabbed her hands over her head. The movement disconcerted the brunette who stared at her not understanding what was happening..
"I can't be with him…" Barbara mumbled fixing her green eyes on Helena's dark pupils. She was not going to escape this time. "when the person I love is you."
The redhead broke the distance between then and trapped her lips in a demanding and tender caress, giving the other woman the most soft and sweet touch of her mouth.
The sudden movement stole Helena's air from her lungs, her mind twisted and her knees trembled as thousands of butterflies took flight in her stomach.
Barbara's tongue traced her lips, she gasped and opened to her, she let her tongue touch Barbara's lips, it was electric, overwhelming.
Helena couldn't hold her feelings any more and kissed her back. Barbara's mouth was heaven, was the air she needed to breathe. All the restrained emotions exploded clouding her senses. She was her world, her life.
The redhead let her hands go and circled her thin waist pressing her tight against her body. Helena wrapped her arms around the redhead's neck.
For Barbara, it was the most amazing kiss she had received, breathing in the sweet smell of Helena's breath, she knew there was nothing else around, just them.
Barbara finally broke the contact, breathless, wishing the kiss hadn't ended and resting her forehead on the young woman's.
"I love you Hel…"
Helena tried to catch her breath, her brain was so melted that still couldn't process what just had happened, what she had just heard, but it had been fucking good.
"Are you talking… seriously?" she gasped.
"With all my heart."
The brunette buried her head on the redhead's neck and wrapped her arms around her, she didn't want to let her go, she didn't want to wake up if she was dreaming. She needed her so much, she didn't want to let her go and at the same time she felt terrified.
"I love you." Barbara whispered in her ear and kissed it softly breathing heavily.
"This can't be..." The brunette said hugging her hard against her. She wanted keep this moment forever but felt it was impossible.
"Why?"
"You don't get it…?"
"No, I don't get it, tell me." Barbara kissed her head trying to comfort her, to make her feel confident, sure.
"I don't want to lose you…" Blue eyes turned glassy "It will hurt, hurt like hell."
"Why do you think that?" The redhead said with a whisper moving her head back and taking Helena's face between her hands. The dark haired woman just stared at her in silence.
"I just want be close to you," Barbara said with sweetness "Why did you tell me you are not a toy? Who gave you those absurd ideas?" her thumb traced the brunette's lips.
"I don't want lose you." the dark haired woman mumbled lost in those amazing green eyes.
"You won't."
"But…" It was so hard discuss with Barbara, she always had an answer for everything. Barbara's eyes were an intense green, they looked like two bright emeralds.
"Helena, love is a risk and yes, it is wonderful but too, sometimes it is painful, it hurts. If it hurts… that's how you know it's worth it."
"What if it hurts too much?" the thin woman asked softly.
Barbara smiled to her. "Means you love me as I love you: with all my heart."
"But I have been nasty with you, rude, rough..."
"Stubborn, grumpy, annoying." The red head smiled "And I love you as you are." She moved forward and captured soft red lips.
Helena kissed her back gently, exploring tasting, discovering new touches, textures, giving all she could in that caress. She never thought a single kiss could take her to another world, to feel the universe was incredibly bright and wonderful. She never thought a kiss could make her feel so alive, so full.
After long seconds she moved back and rested her forehead on Barbara's. "I always have loved you."
"I never have stopped loving you, I never forgot you… You didn't believe me, but you are the most important person in my life."
"Why Barbara?" she asked tying to understand. She had been a moron so many times with her.
The redhead caressed the brunette's hair. "Your therapist said it… I'm masochist." She made a light pause "I want be with you… Do you want try? To be together… Us?"
The brunette felt she was in heaven. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been so sure as now." Barbara took the brunette's cheeks between her palms and smiled at her. "Could you stay with me tonight?"
"Stay?"
"We have any things to talk about." Barbara smiled. "And… I just want feel you close."
Barbara felt Helena taking her hand and pressing it gently. "I want to feel you close too."
The brunette wrapped her arms around her and Barbara hugged her back.
The brunette awoke abruptly feeling aroused, she blinked and it took her a few seconds to recognize where she was… and who she was with.
Barbara's scent filled the environment, the blankets, the air… She felt the redhead's strong arms wrapped tightly around her torso.
Helena closed her eyes and tried to focus on other things. She took a deep breath and counted to ten slowly, she tried to remember some exercises that her mother had taught her to focus. It was not helping much with Barbara's warm body covering her back like a blanket. She could feel her nipples under her thin night shirt.
This was much better than an erotic dream but, damn, she shifted her legs and moved her hand between her thighs. Shit. She felt… itchy...
Barbara's hand pressed a bit harder above her stomach and she felt the redhead snuggling closer.
Oh man.
She really should have paid more attention to her mom when she tried to tech her that zen yang or whatever the fucking thing was named.
A soft kiss to her neck made her body tremble in excitement.
"Morning." Barbara mumbled into her skin as she rested her head on her shoulder.
"Morning." Helena whispered cupping Barbara's hand with hers.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Wonderful…"
Barbara's hand began to make soft circles on the brunette's stomach. Definitely not helping with the focus thing.
"Are you okay?" the redhead asked brushing at the dark and rebellious hair. She felt the tension in Helena's body.
"Yeah." The young woman closed her eyes and pressed her legs together. She sighed heavily.
"Something wrong?" the redhead asked.
"Just…" Helena mumbled. She didn't feel she could talk about this yet. Barbara was like a damn aphrodisiac to her.
"I would like you to trust me," Barbara mumbled.
"I do trust you…." Helena sighed and turned to rest her back on the mattress staring at the ceiling. Barbara bent her arm and rested her head looking at her. She gave her time knowing Helena didn't like open to anyone.
"I…. well…" Helena tried to explain not finding the words "I'm just trying to focus…"
"Focus?"
"Well… I like you so much…."
"I like you so much too." Barbara whispered brushing the brunette's arm with the back of her fingers…
"I mean… so much… and… I don't want…" Helena closed her eyes. God. She loved this woman so much. If she didn't stop touching her like that she would jump and ravish her.
The redhead looked at her with curiosity.
"I really like you Barbara… I had… dreams with you… and… when I have you so close… I mean.. I feel… and I want… to touch you… Do you understand?"
Barbara chuckled lightly, she moved forward to give Helena a tender kiss on her lips. The brunette kissed her back. Barbara was a wonderful kisser, she was in heaven.
After long seconds she moved back.
"You are not helping me much with the control thing…" Helena said.
"That's the idea." Barbara's fingertips tracing the fine arch of Helena's brow, stroking lightly. Helena's skin was soft, so white, maybe because she preferred the night instead of day.
"Do you want try it Helena?" Barbara's voice asked with soft voice "I mean… us?"
The brunette kept silent. She felt embarrassed by her own emotions, she was not used to showing them and it was the first time she felt so fucking in love like this.
"But?" Barbara continued gently petting her hair.
"I'm not sure if this would be good for you."
"Good for me? What do you mean?"
"You know… people…" Helena waved her hand "You are a role model for many people, the perfect woman."
"I'm not perfect."
"Many people think you are. I think you are perfect."
"But I'm not."
"What would people say? You are the head of the most important Foundation in the country."
"That I'm in love." Barbara kissed the brunette's shoulder.
"But they will say you are gay,"
"So?"
Helena sighed and lowered her eyes. "When they see you with me…"
"Well you used to be in trouble with the police often, but I'll survive" Barbara admitted with a wry tone.
"It was only four times."
"Five." A finger slid down Helena's nose, "Don't forget when police caught you trying to break into the manor."
"That does not count, I forgot the keys."
Barbara chuckled "It counts, you were under arrest." her fingers moved to trace the outline of Helena's lips.
"So…" Helena asked shyly "It wouldn't matter to you, that people see you with me?"
"I want people to see me with the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world." Barbara looked her with curiosity. "Why would you ask that?"
"Well… I… don't have a very good reputation, you know?" Helena let her fingers play with the blanket covering her waist. "And you are a respectable business woman and… I just work in a bar…"
Barbara's finger stopped tracing Helena's face and moved to the girls lips silencing her. She fixed her gaze on intense blue eyes.
"I know you. You don't need to say anything else. I love you as you are." She whispered.
"I was mean to you."
"You were hurt. Helena, you are an amazing human, you have a big heart. All that stubbornness and rude attitude is just a shield to protect yourself from being hurt again. I love the woman behind that mask, the woman that you are."
Helena kept staring at her, Barbara was offering her things she never imagined someone could give her, it was disturbing, confusing... She lowered her lashes.
"What's wrong Helena?"
"No one has told me that before…"
Barbara smiled, it had been a cute confession. Helena had always refused to love and be loved and so all this was new for her, she bent to brush her nose gently on the brunette's ear.
"It's because no one has loved you like me."
"Don't do that." Helena mumbled closing her eyes, Barbara made her hormones run at high speed...
"Why not?" the redhead smirked biting her lobe.
"Because—" Helena swallowed "I… I… it's not good Barbara… I'm a bit itchy… you know?"
"And that is bad?" Barbara whispered brushing her lips against her neck.
Helena turned her head and looked for the redhead's mouth. The redhead felt as if every single molecule of oxygen was drained from the room. Helena was so gentle, tender, smooth.
The brunette, breathing hard, pulled away before the kiss deepened; she was starting to lose control.
"You make me nervous…" it was a bit embarrassing to confess she felt excited as hell.
The former Batgirl lifted her hand and brushed her hair. She didn't want pressure her, Helena had many issues she was fighting; her fear to love and be loved, her fear to open up and be vulnerable.
"Okay." The redhead gave her a brief kiss on her lips. "I'll stop. But just for now. How goes your the therapy?"
"The court ordered me take more therapy sessions."
Barbara frowned "Why?"
"No idea."
"That's strange." Barbara rested her head on her shoulder and let her fingers trace the brunette's upper chest.
"It's fucking annoying." Helena closed her eyes under her touch. "Could you please stop doing that?"
Barbara chuckled. "No."
"Please…"
The older woman stretched her torso and yawned. Helena gazed at her. She felt her mouth dry, transfixed by the sight of Barbara's body stretching.
"When is your next session?" the redhead asked distractedly.
"Today… mid-day." The brunette cleared her throat.
"Perfect." The redhead said satisfied with the effect she had on the brunette, she sat on the bed. "What If I pick you up and later we go to lunch?"
The young woman didn't answer, she was still staring at her.
"Hel?"
The brunette blinked and blushed. Crap. She had been caught eyeing her.
"I asked you if you would like to have lunch with me," Barbara said amused "I can pick you up after the end of your therapy session. Your therapist is not far from the foundation."
"Sure…"
"Good." She leaned and winked at her "And don't worry, I like you looking me."
Helena paced enthusiastically, she couldn't hide the happiness that filled her. She had been very talkative since she had arrived and it was bad news.
Quinzel fixed her eyes on the brunette while she talked about the 'marvelous' evening she had had the night before. Her plans didn't include a fucking happy brunette. She had always liked Helena, she had something mysterious that attracted her. Now she knew that she had an exciting and dangerous side she was not going to let her go.
An insipid redhead was not going to ruin her plans.
Helena was the Huntress who had been screwing her plans for months. She was the damn meta that had escaped from her unsuccessful attempts to kill her… twice.
She had also been the girl that had been under her care for the last few months and she had ignored it.
She could create a formidable crime team with her, but the only way to do it was for Helena to feel alone, abandoned and look to her as the only person she could trust.
The only problem now was named Gordon, Barbara Gordon.
Unexpectedly, the philanthropic woman seemed to reciprocate Helena's feelings, and it was not good. She checked her notebook, she raised her eyebrow, she had drawn a gun shooting and killing a woman drawn with 5 lines and a circle head. Her thoughts had betrayed her.
"So," Harleen said bordering the drawing "Barbara now says she is in love with you."
"Yes."
"And are you sure of it? Maybe she is playing with you."
"No, she would never lie to me."
"How can you be sure?" the blonde raised her eyebrow.
"I trust her." Helena said turning to see her.
Harleen patted her chin with the pen between her fingers. "How can you be sure she wouldn't betray you? She has done it before, first when she went away and left you with your grief after your mother's death."
"She was sick."
"And after that." the blonde stood up "She hid a secret, you told me… what was that secret?"
"It doesn't matter." Helena turned to look outside the window.
"What was the secret that annoyed you so much?" the blonde stood up at her side.
Helena's eyes locked on Quinzel's. "It's personal."
"May I know? I'm trying to help you."
Helena sighed. "You already have. I know Barbara love's me, I know I must not be afraid of that."
Well, that was not the idea she wanted give to her. She needed to try other options.
"Barbara said she is straight." Harleen said. "What if she is just experimenting Helena? What if she doesn't like being with a woman when she tries with you? Have you stopped to think about that?"
The young girl didn't answer, she just turned to look through the window again.
"It would break your heart, you are expecting so much of her and maybe… maybe it's just a dream."
The blonde smiled to herself noticing Helena was uncomfortable with her questions. Quinzel wanted to make her doubt, make her feel insecure. She wanted this amazing woman just for herself.
"But don't worry Helena," she touched her arm "I'm here to help, I'm here to listen to you, I always will be here."
"Barbara always has been nice with me," Helena mumbled "she really loves me, she never quit on me."
Helena hadn't rejected her touch, she moved her hand slowly down her arm and intertwined her fingers with Helena's. The brunette looked at their hands.
"Helena." The blonde locked her eyes on the young girl. "What exactly are your feelings for her?"
Helena didn't answer.
"What if you are confusing your feelings and you are just…" she moved closer and touched her cheek. "…feeling gratitude. It would be a terrible mistake Helena."
The brunette lowered her head and stepped back. She didn't like that the doctor sometimes was that close to her.
Quinzel cleared her throat and stepped back too.
"Let's try an exercise." Quinzel said placing an arm on her back "I want you to close your eyes."
"Oh," Helena shook her head "I-I don't do the closed eyes thing."
"Oh, you can trust me. You know that, right?" the blonde walked behind her.
"Yes."
"So?"
"I'm not used to it…"
"Helena, trust me." The doctor took again her hand and pressed it lightly. She talked with a soft voice. "I want to help you, you said I have done it before, let me keep doing it. Trust me."
Helena looked at Harleen, then closed her eyes.
"Alright."
"Good." She put her hands on her cheeks "Now I want you to not think of anything, just you and me, right?"
"Right."
"Answer, without thinking." The blonde moved back "Now, you're worried... very worried. You can't keep your finger in the dike forever." she walked around Helena "You need to let someone see what is inside you, your deepest feelings, your deepest… secrets. Do you have a secret Helena?"
"Everybody has a secret." The young girl said smiling.
"Have you some secret you want share with me? You can trust me, you know."
"No, I have a job, I have a good life."
"I think there is something you haven't told me yet. What is that?" Quinzel insisted, hands on her back…
"Well," the brunette smirked "there's a definite advantage to having an air of mystery. The less people know about you, the bigger the edge."
"Helena..." Quinzel moved behind her and asked "Who knows you best?"
"Oh, Alfred and Barbara."
"Alfred?" The answer piqued Quinzel's interest.
"Alfred Pennyworth. He was my dad's butler. Seems like he's been around forever. He's always keeping an eye on me and Barbara…"
"Why does he keep an eye on you two?"
"He takes care of us, helps us."
"And… he knows all your secrets?"
"Yes, and Barbara…"
"So…" Dr. Harleen paced feeling annoyed, she couldn't break the wall that Helena had around her "Barbara knows all about you… Do you have any secrets that she doesn't know?"
"No…"
This Barbara really seemed like a big problem. Quinzel sighed and stopped behind her, she moved closer.
"Your mom was Selina Kyle?" she whispered.
"Yes."
"And… your mother was Catwoman?" That legend could be truth, it was the only way to explain why Helena was meta.
Helena hesitated. That question was unexpected.
"Remember, there not must be secrets between us," the blonde mumbled close to her ear "I'm here to help you Helena."
"No… My mom never could be her." She shook her head.
Quinzel she pressed her lips in anger and glared at the girl that still had her eyes closed. She was lying.
"Remember, there must not be secrets between us."
"I'm happy now, like I never have felt before." The brunette smiled "Things are changing."
"Tell me."
"Well, I see things in a different way. I asked her that maybe people wouldn't like us being together and she said she didn't care."
"Do you think she's made a mistake?
"No. No, I don't. She said I make her happier than she's ever been and that if we are going to try, we must try hard and not hide. She will pick me up after our session, she wants us to go to lunch."
"I would like you to trust in me as you trust in her." Quinzel stood up in front of the brunette. "Secrets drain your soul..."
Helena opened her eyes and found Quinzel standing in front of her.
"...paralyze the body." The doctor mumbled in low voice, her eyes on Helena's lips "And I wouldn't be any kind of psychiatrist if I didn't do everything I can to relieve you of that burden."
Helena glanced down, then back at Dr. Quinzel.
"Thank you." She said.
"The best gratitude you will show me will be when you open your heart to me." She looked her watch "But we are out of time. Will I see you next week?"
"Yeah… sure…" Helena nodded.
Quinzel smiled at her and took again her hand. "See you then dear. I'll be waiting for you."
The brunette smiled and walked to the door. Harleen went to her window and stood there looking down. There was a square next to the building, the street was full of people and cars. It was Tuesday, a day of activity in New Gotham.
She needed to think of something to get Barbara Gordon out of her way, she was screwing her plans. She never expected that she could share the brunette's feelings.
Her eyes were caught by the thin brunette's figure walking by the street four floors below. A tall redhead intercepted her, Helena's face was bright with a big smile. The other woman took her hand while they talked and didn't release her.
Quinzel felt a stab of jealousy.
It was Barbara Gordon, she recognized her, she had seen her pictures in the newspapers. The woman really was stunning and beautiful. She understood now why Helena had been drooling over her for so long. The woman listened to what Helena was saying, they were very close and the redhead lifted her right hand and touched the brunette's arm confidently.
Both laughed.
Suddenly an image hit the doctor's head.
The redhead.
Her height.
Her movements.
The way she stood up.
Helena's confidence with her.
Both figures transformed in front of her eyes, she could clearly see Batgirl and the Huntress as she had seen the night before.
Barbara Gordon was Batgirl.
Her eyes were buried on the two women like knives, Barbara was being very tender with the brunette. She broke the pen she had between her fingers in two.
Her blue pupils followed their movements while they walked down street toward an unknown destiny.
After a few minutes they were gone. It seemed this part had been won by Barbara Gordon, but the game had turned very interesting.
She laughed and clapped.
Things seemed not to be as bad as she thought.
"Wow, wow…" she mumbled to herself, dancing around the room.
Barbara Gordon was Batgirl, she knew her secret, maybe that had been the secret that had pissed off Helena.
Yes.
Many pieces fell in place now.
Barbara knew about her meta skills, she knew about Catwoman, she knew that Helena had a big rage inside her. She knew that she was strong, that she would be dangerous out of control, for that reason she never had stopped following her. She wanted to guide her, take her under her protection, to make her into another fucking hero… and in the process she had fallen in love with the girl.
Now she could use her against Helena and use Helena against her.
Things were turning very interesting.
tbc
