Helena walked between the dockyards, looking for a clue or something that would lead her to Clayface, she felt anxious to find him and beat him to death. The man was a dangerous criminal but she was skillful enough to defeat him. She just needed to keep her eyes open, look for any trace like Batgirl had showed her and she would find him.

Batgirl.

She kneeled on the floor and closed her eyes for a brief second.

She wanted so much to be with Barbara and just hug her. She felt so lonely, so desperate.

Why she had hidden the truth from her? A truth so important to her.

Barbara was afraid she would kill him. She had a strong moral code against murder.

She had said she would love her no matter what happened but… how much would it affect their relationship? What if it created a deep chasm between them? Could Barbara be with someone who had killed another person?

She covered her eyes. She didn't want to lose her. She was the only person that interested her in the world. She was the person that made sense of her life.

But she had kept a secret, something that she knew was important to her.

Crap.

Life just sucks.

The brunette spent almost all the night on her research. He couldn't be hiding all his life. She finally found something.

In a garbage container she noticed a white fabric. She checked it, it was a prison uniform. The number was 554890, the same number Clayface was assigned in Arkham.

She looked around, he would be close.

She kneeled on the floor and checked for any other traces close to the container.

"Huntress?" a deep voice called her.

She turned her head back. Who the fuck was that? She hadn't sensed….

Batman?

The dark crime fighter was standing a few meters behind her. He was wearing his black costume and long cape. His face was inexpressive, it was hard to say what he was feeling, what he was thinking. He looked cold as stone.

He really looked intimidating... He was fucking tall, 6'2" and she was barely 5'6", but he didn't intimidate her.

"What are you doing here?" she stood up and faced him.

"I'd ask you the same thing." He said.

"None of your business." She walked to her left and kneeled to pick up something shining on the floor.

"You are my daughter, it's my business."

The brunette turned and faced him. "I see…" she said angry "She told you and asked you find me."

"Barbara is worried for you, as am I."

"I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone, especially not you."

"I don't want you to commit a big mistake."

"It will be my mistake, not yours." The brunette growled in loud voice.

"It's mine too," Batman said "for not being a good father and showing you what is right."

"My mother showed me all I need."

"Selina wouldn't like to see you committing a murder.

Huntress fixed her deep blue eyes on him. She pressed her fist in balls and took a step toward him.

"You didn't know her." she spat "You just left, she raised me, she taught me everything I am. She didn't need you, I don't need you!"

"I loved your mother." The Dark Knight said.

"That's a lie!" Huntress shouted extending her arms "He killed her and you didn't do anything to stop her killer! You ran away! Coward! She would die for you and you let him go!"

"I didn't do it."

"I asked you to kill him," Huntress buried her gaze on him "It was the only thing I asked you and you did nothing!"

"I sent the man that hired him to kill your mother to jail!"

"But you didn't kill him!" she howled feeling frustrated.

"Killing him will not help to bring your mother back." Batman said "Hate takes you to darkness."

"It's bullshit." Huntress didn't know what pissed her off the most… His cold answers and inexpressive facial expressions or the stupid 'Don't kill' thing. "And I'm not going to let you interfere in my life." The brunette shouted "After all these years, now you are playing the role of the worried father? Who are you trying to convince?"

"No one." He crossed his arms "You never listened to me, I failed, I should have spanked you before."

"What?" she growled annoyed.

"I want to ask you to come back."

"Leave me alone!"

"You can't run away from your past all your life."

"I'm not running away."

"Yes you are, you have been running away from what you are."

"Don't fuck with me!"

"I'm your father whether you like it or not and your mother is dead like it or not."

Huntress slapped him hard on his face. He kept looking at her unmoving.

"You need to move on Helena." He said "Live."

"I hate you!" the dark haired girl stepped back and pointed at him with her index finger "I don't want to see you ever again."

Batman watched her walk towards the bottom of the dockyards and smiled.


Quinzel finished her shower and a warm and pleasant bath. She loved long showers. Sitting at her bench, she dried herself, taking her time. Soft music played at the bottom of the room. Schubert, one of the best artists in the world. His music was incredible.

After a day of hard work, it was the best feeling to take a shower like this one. It helped her to relax, to rest.

She hummed feeling happy. If her plan worked as she had thought, Helena would try to be close to her. She seemed to be a hard girl, but inside she needed affection, she needed to be loved.

She took a small dab of cream and rubbed her arms with it. When she finished, she covered her nude body with a white robe and stood up.

"Good evening." A voice said form the doorway.

Quinzel smiled and looked her image at the mirror. "Good evening."

Batman rested on the doorway with his arms crossed.

"I knew you would come to see me." The blonde said.

"What is your interest in Helena Kyle?" he asked.

Qunzel smirked and looked at him in silence for a few seconds before she sat on her bench and asked:

"Is it your business?"

"Your interest in her intrigues me."

"You must take care of your own business and not interrupt in private homes." Quinzel took a brush and brushed her hair "It is not polite. You know?"

"Yes, and I don't care." Batman walked inside the spacious bathroom and stood behind her.

"That was rude."

"I'm just curious."

"You have always been curious. Curiosity killed the cat."

"Not in my case."

"Why do you want to know?" Quinzel asked looking at Batman's image in the mirror.

"You never ask so much about any one." he explained "Your world is just you and you alone."

"Okay, you want to know…" Quinzel rested her brush on the bench and stood up "Helena is beautiful, powerful," she turned to see the crime fighter "Sexy as hell. I want her for me."

"You really like her."

"Yes… now, what are you doing here?" Quinzel walked inside her room passing beside the crime fighter. "Why are you dressed as him?"

"I just wanted to know what made you invest so much time and money in freeing me from jail and screwing with the girl's life."

Quinzel smiled and turned to see the crime fighter who morphed into Clayface in front of her.

"Well, now you know."

"And I saw him talking with her tonight, so I thought we would have a good chance to surprise her."

Quinzel narrowed her eyes and smiled "That's a great idea." She turned patting her chin "I can take her exactly where I want. Helena feeling alone in the world will look for her only friend," the blonde waved her hand to her chest and raised her eyebrow coquettishly "Me."

"Don't be so happy, she is looking for my head." Clayface said "And I'm not going to let her take it. So, your little girlfriend will be dead if she comes for me."

"Don't worry my friend." She crossed her legs and placed her hands on her knee. "She will work for us, the poor girl won't have a place to go. She hates her father and she is not sure about Barbara."

"Batgirl will look for her."

"When that happens, I'm sure I'll convince her that she is trying to cheat her again. She is now so hurt that she will believe everything I say."

"Are you going to look for her?" he asked.

"I think it is time. Everything will be easy now, soon she will play for the bad guys team." The blonde laughed "Thanks to you and my brilliant mind."

"She will look for my ass to kill me," Clayface said.

"Leave it in my hands. I know how to handle her."

"I hope so- I can't promise to keep your new toy safe if she pisses me off."

Quinzel laughed, "Don't worry about her, better worry for your own safety."


The brunette landed smoothly on the ground. It was late, time to sleep a bit, but she didn't feel sleepy. She wanted to see Barbara. She walked inside the dark room and locked the balcony doors behind her. Barbara was deeply asleep in her bed.

She looked so beautiful. She was the only person she loved. She loved her with all her heart, with all her soul. She was her everything.

She stood at her side looking at her. She observed the soft movement of her chest when she breathed.

She felt disgusted with her for hiding that she knew the name of her mother's murderer but on other hand she understood her. Knowing she had a very explosive character it was normal that Barbara tried to avoid her reacting in a wrong way. She had protected her many times from her own rage.

She had saved her many times.

She always listened to her.

She removed her coat.

Barbara was her conscience too, the voice that whispered in her head and stopped her from doing a stupid thing or committing a big mistake. She loved her, but sometimes their concept of justice was very different.

And she always tolerated all her bad moods. She removed her pants.

She didn't want to be far from her, she didn't want to spend another night alone missing her.

She leaned in and observed her delicate features, Barbara was the most beautiful woman she ever had seen. She would die if Barbara broke her heart once more, she needed her, she was her heart, her reason for living. She lifted her hand and with her knuckles she caressed pale cheeks.

"Hel…?" Barbara mumbled sleepily.

The young woman leaned and trapped her lips in a tender kiss. Barbara responded to the kiss, she had felt so desperate looking for her that she felt she was dreaming having her so close again, she wrapped her arms around her neck. The brunette let her body fall onto the older woman.

With a soft growl Helena claimed her mouth, kissing her fully but achingly slowly, oddly soothing and arousing at once. The brunette traced Barbara's mouth with lips and fingers. She didn't want to let go of them, she held her tightly as they deepened the kiss.

Kissing Barbara was her definition of being in heaven. It filled her soul and made her feel complete, alive.

"I need you so much." Helena whispered with desire as her hands traced the redhead's side. Seeing the other woman's need, hearing it in her voice, made her feel beautiful and loved as no one else had made her feel.

Barbara looked at her, the kiss had been of a soul in need, she saw fear in her eyes, want, pain. Slowly, she sat on the bed, the brunette rested her legs at her sides and caressed her hair.

Helena caught her breath, Barbara removed her thin lace top and revealed herself to her. Helena felt her heart beating faster, Barbara was so beautiful nude. She moved her hand to touch a firm breast and squeezed it gently. Her movement stopped when she watched elegant hands trace over the borders of her blouse.

With slowness, Barbara began to open the buttons, one after the other, taking her time, giving her a kiss close to her mouth every time each button was released. Helena closed her eyes. When all were opened, slender fingers took either side of her blouse opening it. She pulled it down as she leaned and kissed her collarbone.

The brunette growled as her eyes snapped open showing bright cat pupils.

Barbara smiled looking those amazing eyes regarding her with such love and devotion.

Helena leaned and rubbed her cheek along hers, Barbara's lips sought out hers feeling a need to show her that she was her heart, her love.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I want you…" Helena mumbled back lightly biting down on her ear lobe, she licked the soft area behind her ear.

"Then have me…" Barbara breathed the words against her lips.

Slowly, she moved back on the bed pulling Helena with her as she lay down, both removed their underwear. She gasped when she felt the brunette's weight on her and her naked leg between her thighs.

Helena was a skillful lover, her tongue mapped her whole her body. Her hands awakening all her senses, making her drown in the world of pleasure.

A scent set Helena's senses on fire: Arousal.

Barbara was aroused, for her… It turned her on as her mouth trapped a firm breast and sucked hard. The redhead's moan was music to her ears.

When the redhead felt Helena sucking at her nipples she felt she could explode right there. She wrapped her hands around her head and pressed her hard against her and closed her eyes, feeling Helena loving her.

Helena had rough and hard personality but in intimacy, she was soft, gentle, so tender…

The brunette's body shuddered when Barbara's hands slid down from her hair to caress the curve of her neck, it was a point that excited her like hell. She purred when Barbara's fingers scratched at her scalp and rubbed her face against her soft mounds.

Barbara felt the brunette's body trembling beneath her fingers, she heard herself calling Helena's name, asking her for more.

The young woman moved forward and bit Barbara's lower lip, her right hand cupped the redhead's crotch feeling a damp heat between her fingers, she pressed her hand lightly and Barbara arched back moaning in pleasure. Helena began to move her hand in gentle circles, making Barbara's body squirm beneath the touch.

Then Helena's index finger was inside Barbara. She growled, the sensation of her finger cocooned by Barbara's warmth and her strong muscles enveloping her digit was overwhelming, she felt her blood in heat numbing all her senses; she was hers. No one was going to take her away from her, she would kill for her, die for her. She was part of her life, her soul. It was the first time in years she felt loved, she felt some one really cared for her.

Barbara was her family, her home, her heaven.

"You are mine." she whispered biting gently on her neck, she began to move her finger slowly, she pressed her wet core against the redhead's thigh and began to move until she found the rhythm.

The redhead gasped for air.

Helena growled kissing her hard as two fingers moved inside the older woman. Barbara was lost in pleasure, her gaze glassy. She increased the pace and moved her hips harder against Barbara's thigh knowing both were close.

Barbara's hands gripped the brunette's shoulders firmly and a two cries echoed in the room as she felt herself coming and felt Helena following her inner body with her own release.

Everything was light and sparkling.

Helena hugged the redhead's trembling body in a protective embrace and closed her eyes to recover her breath.

She moved her hand to caress her hair. Helena felt her body still humming with want and desire, and an aching need to touch, taste and take the other woman overwhelmed her. She kissed the redhead's nose and began to trace a trail of licks and soft kisses moving down her torso.

She stopped at Barbara's navel. The powerful scent of Barbara's sex filled her nostrils.

Slowly she moved down and kissed her pubic bone.

Barbara was trying to recover her breath, Helena always left her body turned to water after lovemaking, when she noticed Helena was moving between her legs.

It seemed she was still on the road but she would need a bit of time to recover. She licked her lips but before she could say a word she felt a warm tongue on her sex.

"Oh God…" she gasped.

The sensation was incredible. She didn't know how, but her body began to respond to Helena's sweet lovemaking.

Fuck.

Helena's tongue was so skillful. She just closed her eyes and opened more to give her better access.

The brunette held her thighs between her arms and buried her face in her aching need. When she felt her soft lips on her clit, she thought her head would blow off. She saw the brunette's head moving on her, felt her kissing and sucking her inner lips. Barbara couldn't speak, all she could do was watch and feel Helena loving her. She moved a hand over dark curls.

She felt the tip of Helena's tongue swirl around her clit, which was throbbing harder, she thrust her hips toward the younger woman's mouth. At that moment Helena was the world. All she wanted was for Helena not to stop, for her never to stop.

Barbara felt her muscles spasm beneath the younger woman's lips and tongue. The sensation was too intense and she exploded in a mind numbing and intense climax.

The brunette didn't stop, she still wanted more. She continued pleasuring the redhead.

Barbara never thought she could come so many times in a single night.


Barbara slowly came back to herself. It took her a few moments to know where she was.

She smiled feeling surrounded by Helena's strong arms and resting on her elbow. The girl was caressing her hair with her fingers.

"I love you." Helena mumbled kissing her forehead.

"I love you too." Barbara lifted her head to kiss her on her lips.

She moved back smiling and fixed her eyes on deep blue eyes. "That was intense…"

The brunette lifted her hand and caressed her cheek. "You are mine Barbara," she whispered looking at her with a tender expression "If anyone tries to touch you I'll kill him."

"Why do you say that?"

"Do you love me?"

"With all my hart," Barbara whispered "What happened Helena? Why are you so scared? Where have you been? I have been going crazy looking for you."

The brunette took a deep breath and just hugged her. Barbara hugged her back and caressed her scalp.

"Please Helena tell me what happened."

The girl exhaled loudly after saying with a whisper: "I don't want to lose you."

"That's not going to happen. Why do you think that?"

Helena buried her nose in the redhead's neck inhaling her scent.

"I don't have anyone…" Helena mumbled " just you… if you go, I'll be alone again. I don't want to be alone again"

Barbara moved back to find Helena's eyes.

"Look at me." She said.

The brunette swallowed and obeyed.

"I'd never be with you if I didn't love you." Barbara took her cheeks between her hands "You have taught me things I didn't know about love, you have opened my eyes to a new world. For the first time in my life I feel so full, so alive, all because I found the real face of love: you."

"I still can't believe it's you…" Helena whispered. She had been alone for so long that she never thought that someone would really want to be with her.

"It's me." Barbara leaned and kissed her "And I want to stay with you forever."

The young woman kissed her and enveloped her in a languid and slow caress.

Barbara moved back grinning. "Now it's my turn."

"Uh… But…" Helena looked at the watch on the table "You must go to work early tomorrow."

"You kept me awake almost all the night," The redhead rubbed her cheek against hers "and now you are worried about it?"

"Well… Fuck!" Helena gasped in surprise when she felt Barbara's hand between her legs.

"I want you now…" Barbara licked the hollow of Helena's ear sending shivers down her spine. "Shut up and kiss me."


The blonde hurled the expensive vase against the wall making a loud crash inside her office. The secretary outside, hearing the unexpected noise, hurried to open the door.

"Is something wrong Miss Quinzel?" she asked.

"Get out of here!" Quinzel shouted while throwing a lamp at her.

The girl barely had time to close the door before the lamp hit it.

"Stupid girl!" she growled before she began to pace around her office. Quinzel felt the blood boiling in her veins, she had never felt so pissed and angry.

She was the mastermind, she could control people, she always won. It definitely pissed her off when someone screwed with her plans.

And Barbara Gordon was testing her limits.

"You need to control your temper." Clayface said sitting on a chair at the side of the office, he bent and picked up the photos and newspapers that had caused her fury from the doctor's desk. There were a few pictures of Helena and Barbara walking side by side in the park and laughing at lunch in a restaurant.

"The redhead is gorgeous, I see why Helena is in love with her."

"Don't try to be smart with me."

"You must accept the woman is beautiful. So…" Clayface smirked "…the little Kyle joined the Wayne foundation and is working with Barbara Gordon. It means they are still together…"

"And they, together, I hope you understand, is anything but good."

Clayface stood up and walked to her. "I don't understand, why not just kill her? No Barbara Gordon and Helena will be yours."

"I want Helena to come to me by choice." Quinzel crossed her arms and stood in the middle of her office looking him. "I want to see Barbara's Gordon face when she sees that I've won, that I control her pet, that I'm more powerful than her!"

"All this is about control then?"

"Everything is about power." The blonde lifted her eyebrow "And I'm much better than Barbara Gordon."

"It says here that she will be opening the new Modern Art exhibition tomorrow night at New Gotham Museum."

"Who?" Quinzel asked with interest.

Clayface showed her a piece of Newspaper. "Barbara Gordon, and surely Helena Kyle will be there too."

The blonde took the newspaper and read it. How she had missed it?

"Interesting." She said " A good excuse to see my dear enemy face to face."

"It will be a good opportunity to kill her. She doesn't know that you know who she really is."

She rested her hip on her desk reading the newspaper. "We have time, no rush."

"Do you have an invitation?" he crossed his legs "It's a VIP event."

"That will not be a problem." She folded the newspaper and put it on her desk. "I have contacts."

"And what are you going to do? Helena loves her."

"I still have a card in my hand."

"Yes?" he asked smirking.

"Her hate… her hate for the man that killed her mother. You."

"Quinzel, you know that is no good. I want to kill her too, and I'll do it."

"Don't be so optimistic. Barbara always is trying to control her temper and if Helena brakes the stupid hero code of not killing Barbara will feel disappointed… that she failed… and I'm sure that after Helena feels the adrenaline that comes with killing, she will want to keep doing it. " The blonde turned to see through her window and smirked "Hate makes Helena powerful and she knows it."

Clayface laughed and stood up. "You are very confident, but she will never defeat me."

Harleen grinned. "She will…"

He walked to her and caressed her cheek. "Don't be so sure darling."


TBC