The small restaurant was full of people but it had some tables far from all the noise. Barbara chose one of these tables, she wanted a bit of privacy. They used to lunch once per week, this time they had chosen an Italian restaurant. She thought it would be a good opportunity to talk about her new relationship with Helena. It was incredible how nervous she felt.

Her father was a person that she respected, he always had supported her and was a very wise man. He was her family, the man that had taken care of her since she was a child and had given her the warmth of a home.

His support was very important for her.

They had a very pleasant dinner then he asked for a soft liquor to enjoy with his cigarette.

"So tell me," Jim Gordon asked "What was that important thing you wanted to share with me?" Barbara took her cup of coffee between her hands. "I broke up with Wade."
"You sure delayed doing it."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm glad you did it. He is a moron."
"Dad!"

"Well, he is." He shrugged his shoulders, "Too dumb for you. You are smart, active, bright, and he is… well, passive, slow."

"You are mean dad."

"Okay," he sipped a bit of his glass "Why did you brake up with him?"

"He is sweet, just, I don't love him anymore."

"I doubt you were ever in love with him."

"I was." Barbara protested.

"I think you felt comfortable with him, but that's all." He cleaned his lip with his napkin.

"Are you saying you know my feelings better than me?" Barbara asked crossing her arms over the table.

"Yes, you used to be very clueless."
The redhead sighed, it was hard to talk with him.

"You are honey." He smiled to her.

"I'm dating someone else." She said.

"Mmmm…" he said interested and leaning forward on the table "This must be the good one."

"Excuse me dad?" the redhead frowned.

"Well, you never invite me to lunch to talk to me about your break ups and new boyfriends. So I guess this must be the chosen."

The redhead smiled lightly, she knew this would be harder than she thought at the beginning. She brushed her hair behind her ear in a nervous movement.

"I…" Barbara mumbled "I don't know how or when it happened, I just… fell in love. I didn't expect it. I just… I just realized I was in love."

"And I know this person?"

She looked at him and bit her lower lip. "Yes."

"Is it Alfred Pennyworth?"

"Dad no!"
"Well, you are very nervous," Jim said amused trying to make things lighter for her "I thought it must be someone you are afraid I wouldn't approve of. Alfred is a good man, but you will have grandsons with him, not sons."

"It's not a he…" she tried to find the words to explain to him. She couldn't understand why it was so difficult to find the correct phrases to say.

The ex-commissioner lifted his eyebrow curious. Now, she had all his attention.

"It's a… she." The redhead said blushing.

Jim stared at her not saying a word for long seconds. Barbara felt her heart beating harder against her chest, that look didn't mean anything good. Her father was a very conservative person, open minded but conservative, loving the words family, children and grandsons.

"I know it's something strange…" she muttered, he was the only person in the world that really intimidated her. "In fact, for me it's something I never expected but… I can't deny my feelings dad."

He kept looking at her in silence making her feel more nervous. He took a long pull on his cigarette and then placed it in his ashtray.

"Could you tell me when you crossed the line between straight and rainbow?"

"I don't know… It just happened." She suddenly felt small in front of him.

"Are you sure about this?"

"As I have never felt before."

He lifted his eyebrow. "And… this woman, loves you too?"

"Yes."

"And do you love her? I mean, really?"

Barbara nodded.

He lit another cigarette and took a deep inhalation. He exhaled the smoke and played with the cigarette between his fingers. Barbara felt as if she were in front of a jury awaiting the verdict.

"You are a person that always follow the rules," Jim said "You are the perfect girl, worker, professional and this… Well, this just breaks all the images people will have of you. Have you stopped to think about what people will say?"

"Yes, I thought about that and I don't care about other people." Barbara whispered.

"But Barbara."

"I just care about you and whether you will be okay with my decision."

"Decision? That means you won't change your mind."

"Yes."

"And if you are not going to change your mind…" he threw a bit of ash in a tray to his right, "why is it so important to you what I think?"

"Because you are my dad." The redhead kept her eyes locked on his.

Jim nodded and kept silent looking at his cigarette.

"And what if I don't approve?" he asked suddenly taking another deep breath of his cigarette.

Barbara couldn't hide the sadness of her eyes. "I really would feel sorry about that."

"And?"

"I really would like you to approve of this."

"Why?" he asked curious.

"I always had your support and this, it's really important for me."

He nodded and took another long smoke of his cigarette. He exhaled.

"Who is she?" he asked "You say I know her."

"Yes… it's Helena, Helena Kyle…"

He looked her with incredulous face. "The daughter of Bruce Wayne? That nut?"

"Yeah…" Barbara winced cracking her knuckles nervously.

"Now," he moved his head "this is new."

"…I… I invited her to our Christmas dinner. I would like you to meet her."
"I already did." He raised his eyebrows "I booked her… four times."

Barbara closed her eyes a brief second making a face. That was not good.

"And I helped her to get out the same number of times because you and Bruce asked me to as I remember." Jim smirked lifted his eyes thinking.

"She was young dad, and angry," Barbara tried to explain "she lost her mother and she didn't know what to do. She is different now."
"I have seen her close to you these last months and I have talked with her too, she is funny and smart." Jim smoked his cigarette "But I never thought you two would be involved. You two are very different. You are organized, smart, analytical, elegant. Helena on the other hand is rebellious, impulsive, smart, beautiful but rude, very rude." He looked at her and scratched his head "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Oh my, I need to see this." Jim said amused moving back in his chair.

"Excuse me?"

"I think I must talk with this girl."

"Helena?"

"Yes, the girl really doesn't know what she is doing."

"Dad!" Barbara protested.

"My dear you are the most difficult person I have ever known." He said chuckling "Me and Bruce Wayne will be family. Someone will have a heart attack and it is not going to be me."

The redhead looked at him with hope "Do you approve dad?"

"Well… in this love thing father's don't have a voice." He smoked his cigarette again and hit it with his finger to let the ash fall on the tray "So I guess I approve."

Barbara's face was filled with a big smile. "Really dad?"

"You are my only daughter, what else can I do? If Helena wants to kill herself it's her decision." he smiled gently taking her hand "Seriously, I just want you to be happy and if that hard head could do it. I don't care who your heart belongs to."

She stood up and hugged him giving him a full kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks dad!"

"Just tell her to behave, that and to keep her hands far from you." He said joking.

"Sure dad, thanks."


"I can't find my boots!" Helena shouted in the living room.

"Have you tried looking in your home?" Alfred asked amused from the kitchen.

"I'm sure I left them here." The brunette looked below the sofa.

"Where?"

"Under the sofa."

"When?" the gentle butler exited out the kitchen.

"Two weeks ago." Helena kneeled on the floor and straightened to look at him over the sofa. She and Barbara were going to the Museum to visit an exhibition, she had arrived early and she still was changing her clothes.

"You left your boots below the sofa two weeks ago and expect to find them there still?"

"Well… I always do at my home."

"I see. Maybe you hadn't thought that we clean here every day and not every month as in your place." He said taking his coat "I'm sure miss Barbara picked them up. I'll go to supermarket and be back later."

"Okay." She sighed standing up.

She went toward Barbara's bedroom and knocked on the door. "Barbara may I come in?"

"Sure." She said from inside.

Helena slowly opened the door. "I'm sorry. Have you seen my…."

The brunette felt her mouth dry when she saw the redhead sitting on her bench brushing her hair with just a towel covering her. Her skin looked so smooth, white.

"…boots?" she closed the door behind her.

"Yes," Barbara said distractedly standing up and removing her towel to pick up a blouse from her closet turning her back to her. "I thought you never would pick them up."

Helena stared at her not blinking. The redhead was wearing high cut white underwear that made her look stunning. Her bare back was incredibly beautiful. A soft growl rumbled inside Helena's chest, she couldn't avoid her eyes glowing.

"You must take care with your clothing." Barbara chose a white blouse and kneeled down looking for Helena's boots. "You always leave them every were."

"Yeah." The dark haired woman babbled open mouthed.

"Okay, here they are." The redhead lifted the boots and put them to the side. She stood up and looked for a skirt that matched her blouse. She observed her clothes for a few seconds.

"What do you think I should wear?" Barbara put her index to her mouth thinking.

She suddenly felt soft fingers tracing her shoulders. Helena really was silent as a cat, she was going to turn but the dark haired woman's voice stopped her.

"Don't…" The brunette whispered "let me touch you."

She let her hands move slowly, tracing the redhead's back, her eyes following the movement of her fingers memorizing every muscle, every curve. Barbara was as perfect as a porcelain statue.

She moved forward and traced the redhead's upper back, brushing her lips over soft skin.

Barbara closed her eyes, Helena's movements were erotic, intense, overwhelming, she had never felt anything like that.

She was like a wave, a wave that could be wild or tender; a wave that could take her to the verge of a sudden explosive climax or take her to it slowly, letting her enjoy the pleasure of touching the young woman's skin and feeling the brunette's hands on her.

Barbara gasped when she felt a warm body enveloping her back, hard nipples pressing against her as strong arms wrapped around her waist and Helena's lips pressed at the curve of her neck.

When had Helena removed her clothes?

"You are so beautiful." The brunette mumbled licking softly at the shell of her ear, her hands cupped Barbara's breasts and kneaded them. She gasped feeling her nipples turning hard almost immediately.

"You… don't want go to the museum?" the redhead babbled resting her hands over the brunette's hands. Helena's lips on her shoulders and her wonderful fingers made it difficult for Barbara to think.

"Is it not better having me nude here with you?" Helena purred pressing her body harder against her back and nibbling playfully on her ear. Her hands removing her underwear.

The redhead arched her neck and moaned. She turned her head and found herself regarding gold cat eyes. It was so sexy. Helena moved forward and kissed her lips in a long and tender caress.

Barbara then turned her body and wrapped her arms around the brunette kissing her hard.

The brunette was so lost in the wonderful kiss that before she realized it, she was with her back on the mattress with Barbara straddling her.

Barbara enjoyed the feeling of her nude chest against Helena. She moved back and smiled at her. "You are overdressed."

"I can solve that now." Helena smirked lowering her hands to her belt.

"No." Barbara stopped her movement with her hands. "Let me help you."

Barbara leaned and kissed the brunette's neck as she unbuckled the young woman's belt and unzipped her pants with slow movements.

Helena moaned when she felt Barbara's lips on her breast. She moved her hands and pressed the redhead's against her chest.

The redhead cupped the soft mound with her mouth and sucked hard making the brunette buck under her. She continued her caress, her left hand traced her abdomen and moved below. It stopped at her underwear.

Helena rocked her hips searching for the contact of her fingers. Barbara lifted her head and the dark haired woman protested with a loud growl. Barbara smiled admiring those wonderful gold cat eyes filled with lust. She bent her head again and caught the other nipple licking it softly before she bit it gently and cupped it with her mouth to suck hard.

She lost long minutes on her task, Helena's soft murmurs encouraging her to keep her pace. Suddenly, she wanted more. Barbara moved back and pushed the brunette's pants down. "Definitely overdressed." Barbara smirked leaving the thin woman just in her underwear.

"So, it means you cancel our visit to the museum?" Helena asked.

"Yes." Barbara leaned over her trapping her lips again rubbing her chest against the young woman's skin.

Helena growled under her wonderful touch, the feeling of Barbara's hard nipples moving across her skin was overwhelming.

Her hips jerked up when she felt Barbara's hand playing at the waistband of her underwear. Helena swallowed lost in her intense green eyes.

The redhead moved down and bit on the curve of her neck as her finger brushed soft dark curls. Helena moved her hips forward.

Barbara moved back smirking. "Easy, we are just starting."

"I… I don't mind if you hurry." The brunette gasped.

"But I mind very much." The redhead lowered her head and opened her mouth to brush it against the young woman's skin as she let her hand move out of the brunette's underwear and trace the soft cotton on the edges of Helena's thighs. She wanted to take her time discovering this wonderful, seductive and sexy as hell woman.

Helena pulled her up to kiss her and her hands moved down the torso of the redhead and stopped at her buttocks.

"You are still overdressed." Barbara mumbled biting Helena's lobe gently.

Helena arched an eyebrow. "We need to fix that."

The sound of fabric breaking broke the silence of the room. Helena jumped startled.

"Hey!" she protested "Those were new."

"You said we needed to fix that." Barbara pushed Helena to her back and moved her leg between the brunette's legs who moaned surprised by the movement. "Do you mind?"

"Fuck, no…"

"Last time was your turn." The redhead's lips nibbled at the young woman's chin "Now let's see…" Barbara moved closer to the brunette's ear whispering with a soft voice full of promises "what can I do with you."

Helena growled feeling her center throb. She closed her eyes enjoying the redhead's movements.

Barbara spent more than two minutes on her breast before she felt teasing fingers in her throbbing center, Helena was very wet… for her. She moved below softly kissing the brunette's abdomen. She stopped a few inches before the juncture of her legs and closed her eyes smelling her arousal. Her touch, her strong scent was something that overwhelmed all the redhead's senses.

She was not skilled at loving a woman, but she had experience in making love and it was not about knowing or not, she just needed to let her instincts guide her.

Helena cried out when she felt a warm tongue touching her center, no words, just a wail of shocked pleasure. Barbara was lost in the pleasure of tasting her lover, she never had experienced something like this. She was so sweet, so intoxicating. She used to be a woman in control but, with Helena, it was something strong that turned her senses wild.

Helena jerked her hips; Barbara was doing incredible things to her, working where she needed.

She growled when she felt a finger moving inside her and buried her nails in the redhead's shoulders moving her hips trying to match the rhythm. Barbara moved slowly, making her feel and enjoy the pleasure of her touch.

"Barbara." Helena gasped feeling a second finger filling her. If Barbara didn't have experience with women, surely she had read or seen movies because she really knew what she was doing. She had been teasing her so much and she was going crazy, she wanted, she needed… "Barbara please…"

The redhead moved up and kissed the brunette hard.

Helena wrapped her hands around her torso.

"Please?" the redhead smiled, Helena looked so beautiful lost in pleasure.

"Please."

Helena howled when she felt more fingers moving and filling her, stars filled her vision.

And she finally came.

She collapsed on the bed limp, barely conscious, breathing raggedly and feeling her heart hammering away. She wanted to pay Barbara back but she had melted her brain and she was not sure if she could regroup herself before a week…. Or two.

Barbara pulled her closer and pressed her lips against her sweaty forehead.

"You are beautiful." She whispered.


Huntress looked around, the place was quiet and clean. An alarm had sounded at the Clocktower.

"Nothing here, false alarm." She said to her mic.

-Looks like.- Oracle's voice was heard in her ears.

"Yeah," she rubbed her hands "My ass is freezing. Are you going to that meeting?"

-Yeah, I'll be back late tonight.-

The idea of not seeing the redhead until the next day was not welcome, but she had work to do.

"May I come by to give you a good night kiss?"

-No, I'll be terribly tempted then to not go out and stay with you.-

Huntress eyes sparkled.

-Don't you dare think about it.- Oracle's voice interrupted her thoughts. - I really need go there-

"Okay," Huntress sighed turning her head to toward the Clocktower "See you tomorrow."

-See you.-

"Will you miss me?" the brunette purred in her mic.

-You have no idea.-

"So… the goodbye kiss…"

-See you tomorrow honey.- Barbara chuckled interrupting her.

Helena rolled her eyes as she disconnected the communication. Seemed she and her cold ass would sleep alone again in her place.

But what the hell.

Barbara loved her.

She turned, whistled and walked to the corner. When she turned on it. She stopped. Someone was there.

She looked behind her but saw no one.

Suddenly from one of the emergency stairs of one building, a black shadow jumped down. The brunette moved on guard.

"Huntress, right?" he asked.

"Who are you?" the dark haired woman asked trying to see his face, but he was dressed all in black.

"How would you feel if you found out who killed your mother?" he walked towards her.

"What?"

"How would you feel about him?"

"Do you know who he is?"

"And how would you feel to know that the person you most trust betrayed you by not telling you who he is?"

"What are you taking about?"

"Look in Arkham, Clayface, he will answer your many questions."

She took a step toward him and grabbed his hand. An electric charge filled her body and she growled in pain before flying back against the wall.

"Call me a friend." He smirked and disappeared down the street.

Huntress shook her head dazed and looked around, she had shattered some trash cans. Great. Now her smell was awful. She narrowed her eyes trying to look for the man but he had gone. Who was that guy?

He had said Arkham.

Clayface.

She stood up as fast as she could. She needed to investigate what was going on.


Inside his cell, Clayface worked on a clay statue. It was dark, the room had a dim light except for the cell, it was brightly illuminated. The door lock buzzed, the guard opened the door and Helena walked inside, it was a big room with an hexagonal cell in the middle, no bars, just heavy glass around. She put her hands in her pockets and walked up to the cell.

Clayface didn't turn around, he saw her reflection in the various glass walls and smiled.

"Helena Kyle."

Her name on his lips was something she didn't expect. "How'd you know?" she asked.

"The grace with which you move... your eyes, your mouth." He turned to look her "- damn, you are your mother's child."

He smiled and turned back to work on his statue.

Helena walked around the glass cell toward Clayface.

"You knew my mom."

"Yes, I had a thing for her. She was very beautiful. Sexy."

"What else do you know?"

"Many things," he smiled modeling his statue "Interesting facts indeed."

"I'm interested to know them." Helena fixed her eyes on him.

"What's in it for me?

Helena sighed, this was not going to be easy. She gave in. "What do you want?"

"Pose for me. Let me sculpt you."

"Forget it." The man was definitely crazy. Helena walked around a few more steps near the statue in front of Clayface.

"Now, child, now..." he said smiling to her "since I was defeated, ruined and ridiculed in front of New Gotham's pompous glitterati, I have had absolutely nothing to look at but these plain gray walls. I need inspiration. I work in clay, but my real raw material is human emotion. Let me see your anguish, Helena, your pain. Why don't you just tell me about the night that your mother was killed?"

"No thanks."

"All right, then our conversation is finished… Huntress is it?"

She glared at him. Who was that strange man? How did he know about…?

"I was thinking that maybe you're lacking that strong moral core that plagued your father." He interrupted her thoughts "Are you?"

"How do you know…?"

"I know many things you don't. But if you want to talk." He extended his arms.

Helena bit her lips, struggling with herself.

"Okay," she finally said "What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

Helena took her time before answering.

"It happened so fast. I don't really remember."

"All right, well, then, I'm sure there was blood. I mean, there must have been more blood than you had ever seen before."

Helena turned away, she didn't want to remember; it had been a nightmare that had followed her all her life. He pushed his face up close to the wall and looked at her.

"How did that make you feel?"

The brunette lowered her head and bit her lips. She felt a shiver running over her skin, thinking of that day was something that still affected her so much. Her eyes turned moist.

"Cold. Empty…" she couldn't keep doing this, she shook her head "I don't know."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." Clayface waved his hands in front of her "Alone... scared, terrified?... because you lost the one person that meant more to you than anybody else in this whole world."

Helena fixed her eyes on him. She was not going to let him see her cry.

"It's your turn." She mumbled cutting her speech.

"All right, you played nice." He smirked "Your mom was incredible, but she had many enemies too, she did good hiding you from all of them. You would have died years ago child. She hid in France for years, no one knew where she had gone, she just disappeared." He stood up and returned to his sculpture. "When she came back many of her enemies were dead or in jail. She was smart. Do you know what I liked about her? Her intelligence, her sixth sense, she always anticipated all that would happen, it kept her alive for years… Until that night."

"You know who it was. Tell me." The brunette looked him.

"Oh, now, don't get greedy, Helena. We're just starting to have some fun. Go ahead now. We can talk later." Clayface smiled at Helena. "I want you be my model for my statue." He said caressing the clay statue he was working on.

"I came here to know."

"Not today Helena. I'm tired. But we can work on my statue on Thursday."

The brunette stared at him. It seemed he was playing a game. She turned and walked out of the room leaving Clayface on his knees in front of the glass panel that Helena had stood in front of.

tbc