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Helena's head lifted slightly as she caught a familiar scent come into the room, but she quickly returned to throwing things haphazardly into her bag, not wanting Barbara to know that she was onto her presence. She had been finding herself feeling uncharacteristically giddy since leaving Barbara's that morning, and was trying to make sure that she didn't completely devolve into a caricature of a lovesick thirteen year old. She was going to play it nice and smooth.
"Hey," Barbara called out, closing the door to the back room behind her as she wheeled inside.
"Hey yourself," Helena responded, turning around and smiling at the redhead while internally trying to punch herself in the head for not only thinking, but actually saying that out loud.
"I wanted to catch you before you left," Barbara responded, shifting in her chair uncomfortably as she looked at Helena, trying to remember the last time she had seen the brunette so genuinely happy and not being able to.
"Well, good work," Helena said, smiling as she crossed the small distance that remained between them. Then after a moment's hesitation she leaned down to catch Barbara's lips, but got her cheek instead as the redhead turned her head at the last moment, her gaze focused to the side.
"I think you need a bigger bag," Barbara commented, her heart beating disturbingly fast as Helena straightened up and turned to look at the bag in question.
"That's the biggest, after that it's pretty much duffel, then suitcase," the brunette responded easily, though her attention had returned to Barbara. "Not that your posture is usually anything but excellent, but you're looking rather … rigid tonight," she continued, considering Barbara's unusually stiff back.
"I'm just …distracted," Barbara responded. "There's been some strange activity at a Lex Corp construction site on the lower east side. I think some light reconnaissance work is in order. I …"
"Worry too much," Helena responded, moving towards Barbara once more and easily lowering herself onto the redhead's lap. "You need to relax," she continued, placing her hand over Barbara's, which was grasping the joystick so hard her knuckles had turned white, stroking it lightly. "Take a few vacation days," she went on her voice a low, sexy purr.
"That's excellent generic advice," Barbara started, her hand tingling underneath Helena's, "but tonight we need to concentrate."
"I am concentrating," Helena responded immediately, leaning forward and burying her nose in Barbara's hair, inhaling deeply. Barbara shuddered, her eyes tightly shut. "You know," Helena continued, pressing a kiss to Barbara's temple, "having metahuman senses can really be a gift and a curse. I mean, I'm supposed to be concentrating on the newest possible threat to our fair Gotham, but all I can think about," she went on, her lips only centimeters away from Barbara's ear, "is how good I smell on you," she finished wickedly, her tongue flicking out and catching Barbara's ear before she pulled back slightly.
"You can still…" Barbara started thinking that she had taken Lady MacBeth like precautions with her shower that morning.
"Um hmm," was all Helena said in response, however, before attaching her lips to Barbara's, tenderly almost reverently kissing the redhead.
"We have to …" Barbara said, shaking her head slightly, trying to gather her senses. "Work."
"I'd rather play," Helena returned, her hand slipping under the hem of Barbara's shirt.
"Not now," Barbara said, moving her hand to cover Helena's and removing it from her body, all hint of weakness removed from her voice. "We're on the clock," she continued, her voice gentler but just as firm.
"You're always on the clock," Helena replied with a touch of irritability, though she stood up and separated herself from Barbara nonetheless.
"I know," Barbara responded softly, her eyes intently holding Helena's before she guiltily lowered her head.
Helena stared ahead of her, her eyes burning into Barbara's as she struggled against the meaning she was sure lay behind Barbara's response. But it was futile, she knew Barbara, she knew what it meant when she refused to meet your eyes, and how she liked to phrase things vaguely when the subject was uncomfortable for her. She could decode what the redhead was saying easily, and it was that it would never happen again.
Slowly, Helena approached the bench her bag was resting on and bent down over it. She wanted to pick the bag up and hurl it across the room. She wanted to rip the bench from where it was screwed down to the floor and beat all of the dingy lockers to hell with it before hurling it at a wall to. She wanted to kill somebody, rip their limbs off and beat them with their own arms and legs before finally hurling those at the wall too. She wanted to cry, she wanted to fall down onto the floor curl herself into as tiny a ball as she could imagine and cry.
But she didn't do any of those things, because she was determined not to give Barbara the satisfaction.
Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out her communications pendant silently fastening it around her neck.
"The site's a …" Barbara started to say, unsure what to make of Helena's response and not really knowing what else to say, but that was all she was able to get out before Helena turned to face her with a blank expression.
"I got it the first time," Helena responded, her voice as cool and smooth as ice, her eyes steady and cold as she began to move past Barbara towards the door.
"Be," Barbara started to say, her hand reaching out for Helena's but quickly retracting when she caught sight of the look the brunette was sending her. "Careful," she finished weakly.
Helena simply continued out of the room.
Lex Corp Construction Site - Night
>>What do you see? << Helena heard Barbara say through her earpiece. Her voice was smooth and low as always. It was like tiny, little razors slicing the inside of her ear. She wanted to scream.
"Dirt," Helena responded tersely, sorely tempted to rip the earrings out of her ears, toss them to the ground and jump up and down on them, crunching them under her boot until they were no more than tiny little shards. Like her heart, she thought to herself darkly.
>>Is the dirt special? << Helena heard Dinah say through the receiver.
"Yes, it's magic dirt," Helena replied her voice a mockery of sarcasm. "You know I've got some beans in my pocket that might interest you," she continued, her back straightening as she heard movement to her left.
>>What is it? << Barbara asked a moment later having noticed the change in Helena's breathing. It had gotten light and slower and that usually signified that something was happening. All the while, choosing not to think about the fact that she could recognize changes in Helena's breathing and assign meanings to them.
"Heard something," Helena muttered softly, her eyes scanning the surrounding area, glad to finally have something to distract her from Barbara's treacherous voice. "Hold on," she whispered, to be followed moments later by the sounds of a mild struggle.
>>Huntress? << Barbara asked having heard the unmistakable sounds of a tussle and then nothing but silence. >>Are you okay? What's going on? <<
"What are you stalking me or something?" Helena responded, though not to Barbara. Her response was directed at the tall, dark, slightly agitated detective standing in front of her. "There are easier ways to get a date you know."
"You wanna tell me what you're doing here?" Reese replied straightening out his blazer.
"Out for a walk," Helena replied.
"You pick a lot of strange places to get your exercise," Reese responded, eyeing her. She'd helped him out enough that he was no longer skeptical of her good intentions, but she also frustrated and fascinated him to no end. He just really had no idea what to make of the woman, though he desperately wanted to find out.
>>Find out if he knows anything? There's got to be a reason he's out there<< Barbara said into Helena's ear, causing the brunette to almost roll her eyes out of her head before responding to Reese.
"Yeah well, I'm not exactly ordinary," was what she eventually said. "But, as long as we're chatting, what brings you to these parts?"
"Out for a walk," Reese replied, meeting her gaze, his lips turning up slightly. He had found that this particular expression was usually found to be quite charming.
"Oh touché, detective," Helena responded playfully, her lips curving upwards as well as Reese extended his hand to her.
"As long as we're going in the same direction," he said casually, catching her look and offering a bigger smile.
"A gentleman in New Gotham," Helena responded thoughtfully as she took his hand. "You are full of surprises."
>>What's going on over there? << Barbara asked brusquely. Helena was flirting with him, she was sure of it. She was jealous. >>You're supposed to be getting information not lining up a date for the spring formal…<< she continued stopping when she heard a faint click. >> Hel …Huntress? Huntress? << She asked again with a hint of anger, as she still received no response. Leaning back in her chair, Barbara let go of the talk button and turned to look at Dinah who merely shrugged helplessly. Turning her head back towards the screen in front of her, Barbara leaned forward though she wasn't actually focused on it. Instead her fingers tapped restlessly on the desktop as she returned to listening to Helena 'converse' with one of Gotham's finest.
"You never did tell me if the voice on the other end of that thing was a man or a woman," Reese commented upon seeing Huntress reach up and remove her earrings, looking rather pissed as she did.
"You interested?" Helena asked, bending down, motioning for Reese to aim his flashlight at her feet. "Oracle's probably a bit cerebral for you," she continued, taking out a small bag and scooping some dirt into it.
"You think this is something?" Reese asked as she scooped some more into another bag, adding, "thanks," a moment later when she handed one to him.
"Never know," Helena responded languidly, trying not think about how Barbara like that response was. "It is odd."
"What was that suppose to mean anyway?" Reese asked as she stood up, brushing off her jacket.
"The dirt, it's odd, it could mean something. Pretty self-explanatory stuff," Helena replied, looking over at him like he painted clowns in his free time.
"No, about 'Oracle' being too cerebral for me," he responded, looking over at her. "And I wasn't really talking about Oracle … although I think you know that," he added, glancing at Huntress before turning away again.
"All I meant is you're more … my type," Helena replied a moment later, grinning at him saucily. "And I did know that. I just wanted to hear you say it."
"Really?" Reese asked, sounding more interested than he had intended.
"Hmmm," Helena replied distractedly, her attention focused slightly in the distance. "As long as you can keep up," she continued, her eyes on him again, looking at him appraisingly. "I hate a man with no endurance," she finished grinning before taking off into a light jog.
"How's this?" Reese asked, catching up to her easily.
"So far so good," she responded with a wink. "Let's see what other options you come with."
Clocktower - Night
"So, what'd you find?" Dinah asked, sidling up beside Helena the moment she walked into the clocktower. Once Helena had removed the earrings, they'd only been able to hear what was going on at Helena's end, but it had sounded like they'd found a few things.
"Dirt," Helena said, dropping a bag onto the desk in front of a silent Barbara. "Dirt," she said, smiling as she dropped another bag into the redhead's lap. "Dirt," she finished tossing another bag at Dinah.
"That's not all," Barbara said, her voice straining to remain in control.
"You're right," Helena replied cheerily. "Someone was paying attention … this time," she added, the last part coming out softly and under her breath though Barbara was able to hear it easily. "For you," Helena continued, taking out a tube with a strange green liquid inside of it.
"You shouldn't have taken off the transceivers," Barbara said, taking the tube from Helena without looking up at the other woman. "You shouldn't buy toys if you're not going to play with them," she added rather caustically.
"I didn't buy them," Helena responded, her voice rising insolently. "You bought them, just like everything else. Your computers, your gadgets … your mission," she continued resentfully.
"Then why do you stay?" Barbara asked, turning to face her, her anger starting to show. "If you find everything here so …unbearable, if nothing we do means a goddamn, then what are you still doing here?"
Helena stared at her hard for a moment after that, her eyes twitching as she glared at her.
"Maybe because the unit needs a fully functional hero," she bit off finally, her voice positively acidic. "I mean isn't that why I'm here, really?" she continued, her eyes burning into Barbara's as Dr. Quinzel's words from weeks before and her last session now tumbled through her fevered mind. 'Now you say this Barbara rescued you, but I ask you, do you think that she did it for you? Or do you think that she did it for herself?' 'If Barbara was in the same position, do you think that she'd talk about you?'
"Fortune screwed you," Helena continued, on a roll now. "But instead of moving on and getting a normal fucking life you bought a computer and decided to become some sort of cyber fucking avenger, fighting for truth, justice and American way. Only you couldn't really fight at all so you got yourself a pair of substitute legs and decided to call them Huntress. How does that sound?"
Barbara sat quietly for a moment, her eyes shimmering as she observed Helena, before finally turning her head to the side and holding out one of the bags Helena had handed her earlier. Dinah carefully crossed the small distance to Barbara and took the bag before moving across the loft with it, eyeing the other two women wearily as she went.
"I…" Helena started say, breaking the silence that had blanketed the loft since her diatribe. Barbara had slumped over in her chair slightly after Dinah had moved away, the redhead's head resting in her hands as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Helena recognized the position, she'd seen Barbara like this numerous times, mostly when she had first moved in with her, when she was getting used to being motherless and Barbara was getting used to being legless. Barbara was trying to pull herself together, trying to clamp down on whatever primal instinct it was that was raging inside of her, threatening to let loose because she knew that one tear would be followed by dozens of others.
Helena moved a step forward, to say something … to try and make it better. To make Barbara understand that she hadn't meant it, that she had just been hurt and angry and had lashed out. But as she thought to excuse her words away, the reasons behind her anger and hurt came back to her, stopping her dead in her tracks mere meters away from Barbara. She hadn't been angry and hurt, she WAS angry and hurt, and it was all Barbara's fault.
"I'm going," she said, finally drawing Barbara's eyes up to her, the unshed tears in the redhead's eyes hurting her, yet giving her some perverse form of pleasure as she realized that Barbara was hurting in some way just like she was. "If I can help … service you in any other way," she continued, turning and heading for the door. "You've got my number."
Barbara watched Helena leave the loft, her mouth moving but no sound coming out, as the brunette's last statement fully hit her. Suddenly she understood a little of what had transpired in the past few hours and why. She realized what her behavior at the bar must have come across like to Helena though that wasn't at all what she had intended to convey. The brunette must have thought that she had been using her that morning, taking advantage of the situation and the attraction Helena had admitted to by kissing her, only to callously toss her aside when she was done.
"Fuck," Barbara muttered, her head falling limply onto the desk in front of her hitting it with a dull thud. Helena hadn't had to assume much; she'd pretty much dug the whole and leaned way over the side to see if it was deep enough.
"I don't suppose," Dinah started to say from across the room.
"No," Barbara muttered, shaking her head from side to side on the desk. Adding, "go to bed," a moment later.
"I'm not ti…"
"Go to bed," Barbara repeated her head still on the desk.
"I hate it when you two fight," Dinah muttered as she shot a cross look over at Barbara. "I'm always the one that gets punished," she continued to mumble more to herself now than to Barbara who she was sure wasn't paying attention to her anyway. "It sucks being the youngest."
Helena's Apartment - Evening
Barbara paused outside of the door to Helena's apartment, staring at the number plate as if it held the answer to any number of questions that were plaguing her. She'd been calling, or trying to call, the brunette the entire afternoon, not to mention that morning and much of the previous night.
She hadn't gotten a hold of her.
So, as the sun set over Gotham, she sat outside of Helena's door, staring at her number plate afraid to knock. She'd faced down psychotic killers, survived a point blank gunshot wound, and taught high school in a major city. Basically she was a pretty badass chick, and there was absolutely no reason that she should be sitting in the hallway of an apartment building listening to the woman two doors down yell at her cat. It was ridiculous. She'd give it five more minutes then definitely go in.
"What'd you wear out your dialing finger?" Helena asked morosely, looking down at Barbara as she opened the door.
"Oh, so your phone didn't download some kind of strange virus and suddenly combust," Barbara replied, meeting Helena's gaze.
"Well, that's just fantastic, Babs, but I've really gotta be going," Helena said, starting to move towards the door only to find her path blocked by a very determined looking Barbara.
"I don't think that I …expressed myself properly last night," Barbara began, careful to keep an eye on Helena's movements so that she could block her from reaching the door as she spoke.
"In retrospect she's found her rhetoric to be lacking. Whatever," Helena muttered, looking for a way around Barbara. "I got the message."
"I don't think that you did," Barbara responded, trying to catch Helena's eyes and failing each time.
"Alright," Helena said, still refusing to meet Barbara's gaze, but now standing still not obviously trying to get away. "What were you trying to 'express' then?"
"What happened yesterday was …" Barbara started to say only to be interrupted by Helena.
"Let me guess," Helena interjected. "A beautiful mistake. And while you thoroughly enjoyed it, which I know you did, it can never happen again. Insert lame-ass excuse, blah blah, blah, so I hope that you understand it's me not you, and that we can remain friends," she finished. "Does that about cover it?" she asked trying to move past Barbara once more.
"Not exactly," Barbara responded, placing her hand on Helena's stomach to stop her from moving. "This wasn't about getting laid," she continued somewhat snappishly, not exactly amused by Helena's little rant.
"Of course not, that's what we've got Wade's and the aptly named Dick for," Helena responded though she didn't attempt to continue on past Barbara or remove her hand.
"Don't bring Dick into this," Barbara said tiredly.
"Whatever," Helena replied. "It wasn't exactly about not getting laid either was it?"
Barbara was silent for a moment, and then looked up at Helena. "I don't understand that." This was followed by Helena sighing deeply and backing up, tipping herself over the edge of her couch and flinging her arm over her eyes.
"Why does this have to be a melodrama?" Barbara asked somewhat weakly, moving closer to Helena. "If we let them, things can just … go back to the way they were before."
"No," Helena replied rather belligerently. "They can't."
"Why?" Barbara asked, realizing that she was very close to whining, but not really able to help it.
"Because," Helena said after a moment of silence, her arm coming from over her eyes to rest on her stomach as she looked at Barbara. "I can't forget it," she continued in a resigned tone. "The way you taste, the way you smell, the way you sound," she continued, sitting up, her eyes never leaving Barbara's. "I tried," she went on. "I tried last night. I could've had Reese," she continued, noticing Barbara's eye twitch at the mention of Reese and how she could've spent her night. "I thought about it," she went on, watching Barbara squirm. "About making you listen," she continued softly her voice devoid of any pleasure. She wasn't enjoying her little speech but it had to be done.
"You haunt me now," Helena continued, sliding towards the end of the couch, towards Barbara. "I couldn't do it, I could see you in my head and suddenly revenge wasn't a good enough reason."
"Helena," Barbara started, wanting to say more but her words catching in her throat.
"You asked, you wanted to know," Helena said, wanting to get it over and done with so she could just continue with her moping. "I love the way your lips curve up when you find something funny but don't want anyone to know that you do," she continued. "I love that you call me on my shit even though you know it means you'll have to listen to me bitch for half an hour because I can never admit that I'm wrong … not that I ever am," she went on smiling, an expression that was momentarily returned by Barbara. "I love that when you go shopping you buy those yogurt tubes for when I come by even though for some reason you find them disturbing. In fact I love that you find them disturbing," she added almost to herself. "And that you have stuffed animals in your room. And for the longest time I never knew that I loved these things … but I do. So there it is. Do you see? That's why things can't go back now," she said, standing up. "Because they've changed Barbara. They … they just have," she finished, running a hand through her hair before brushing past Barbara.
"It's so easy…and so hard at the same time," Barbara said softly as Helena padded silently towards the door. "How can it be so hard and so easy at the same time?" she continued, turning around to face Helena who had stopped and was now looking at her curiously.
"What?" Helena said a strange calm having settled over her now that she had said her piece.
"Love," Barbara responded, sounding confused and amazed. "Falling into it," she continued, reaching out for Helena's hand and grasping it, her thumb moving back and forth along the soft skin there, as if she were in awe of it. "I have a list too," she went on a moment later, looking up at Helena once more.
"Really," Helena asked curiously. "What's on it?"
"Eyes," Barbara responded watching her hand and it continued to trace Helena's. "Ears. Mouth …" she continued, smiling though she never looked. "And nose." Her head tilting up to regard Helena only when the brunette pulled her hand out of Barbara's and stepped back.
"What else?" Helena asked, a small smile appearing on her mouth alleviating the worry that had started to creep up on Barbara that she'd managed to firmly plant her foot in her mouth once again.
"I love you passion, your fearlessness," Barbara said, looking directly into Helena's eyes. "You're …dry," she paused, smirking at the brunette, "sense of humor," she continued earning a cheeky grin from Helena. "That her picture's always with you," she continued more seriously, referring to the picture of Helena's mother that was always on the brunette's person. "Your cheeky grins, and favorite socks and how you still get up early on Saturday's to watch cartoons," she finished, smiling as Helena lowered her head with embarrassment at the last one.
"I only watch Space Boy," Helena muttered, looking at Barbara once more.
"I think it's cute," Barbara replied. "And it's not only Space Boy."
"You're supposed to be asleep," Helena responded, stepping closer to Barbara and kneeling down.
"I'm supposed to be a lot of things and I don't even know what they are," Barbara replied.
"Join the club," Helena responded before leaning forward and pressing her lips against Barbara's lightly at first, and then with an increasing passion as Barbara's deepened the kiss, her hands sneaking around behind Helena, drawing the brunette into her.
Breaking the kiss, Helena looked into Barbara's eyes as her hands surrounding the redhead as she slowly lifted her out of the chair to rest comfortably in her arms.
"I thought you had to go to work," Barbara said softly. Her rapidly beating heart causing her some distress since she knew for a fact that Helena could literally hear it.
"Not today," Helena said, smiling as she looked down at Barbara's chest, her smile widening.
"Then where were trying to rush off to?" Barbara asked, quickly losing interest in her own question as Helena fastened her lips to her neck, while still expertly moving them towards the bedroom.
"Nowhere," Helena replied, kicking the door to her room open and carefully navigating them inside. "I just didn't want to talk to you," she continued, shooting Barbara an amused look.
"And now?" the redhead asked, her voice huskier than usual as they approached the bed.
"I still don't want to talk to you," Helena replied, lowering them both onto the bed, moving to cover Barbara's body with her own.
Helena walked her fingers around Barbara's stomach idly before stopping for a moment and sticking her finger into the redhead's bellybutton, before Barbara slapped her hand away and told her to behave herself.
"Are you thinking again?" Helena asked, turning onto her back so that she was still lying with her head on Barbara's stomach but so that she was now looking at the ceiling. "You think too much," she continued, her voice completely serious.
"How can I think too much?" Barbara asked, wondering how it was possible for someone to think too much. Thinking was something that everybody did almost constantly. The range of thoughts, and the degree of thought would shift from moment to moment but…
"You're thinking about how you can think too much aren't you?" Helena asked, laughing softly and she turned her head to the side so that she could see Barbara.
"Weren't you thinking about anything?" Barbara asked, looking down at a still grinning Helena.
"Not really," Helena responded. "I decided that I need to paint my walls, but that's about it."
"Why?" Barbara asked, tilting her head to the side to look at Helena's walls and deciding they looked just fine.
"You don't like gray," Helena responded, shifting once again so that she was on her stomach so that she could place a series of kisses along Barbara's torso.
"You're right," Barbara responded, her breath hitching as Helena dragged her teeth along her skin, nipping at it slightly. "But why would you repaint them?" she asked, drawing Helena up to her and kissing her softly, her hand running up and down the brunette's back.
"You know," Helena said, ignoring Barbara's question for a moment as she settled herself along side the redhead. "This is the longest you've ever been in my bedroom."
"It's the longest I've ever been in this bedroom," Barbara replied lazily, intertwining her fingers with Helena's.
"That's right," Helena said slowly, her mind drifting back to years before when Barbara would sometimes spend the night in her room, both of them lying staring up at the ceiling wide awake, terrified of the images that awaited them should their eyes actually close. Her hands covered with blood as she lay over her mother's body, Barbara lying motionless in a pool of her own blood, conscious, yet unable to move. "This is better," she said decisively.
"Yeah," Barbara agreed, laughing softly.
"I want you to like it in here," Helena continued, her mind more than willing to hop onto a happier topic.
"I like it here a lot already," Barbara responded, smiling widely.
"That's good," Helena replied, sliding her body over the top of Barbara's, straddling her hips. "Because, in the future," she continued softly, running her hands up the side of the redhead's body, "I plan on keeping you in here for days at time. You really should like the colour."
"That's so thoughtful," Barbara said and halfway meaning it. "Peach."
"No," Helena responded, shaking her head. "No," she said again in a solemn voice.
"I thought I got to choose the colour," Barbara said, not really caring all that much about colour schemes as Helena leaned down and attached her lips to her neck.
"You get to vote on the colour, but I have veto power," the brunette responded finally, losing interest in the discussion but gaining interest in something else.
"We should get a colour wheel," Barbara suggested as Helena began to kiss a path across her chest and between the valley of her breasts.
"How domestic," Helena muttered lifting her head up to look at Barbara for a moment. "Can I get back to having my way with you now?"
Helena's Apartment - Night
Helena flung her hand to the side lazily reaching for the phone.
"What?" she asked, really wishing she hadn't picked it up at all when she felt Barbara's lips at the base of her spine as the redhead kissed and licked her way up her back.
"Helena?" the voice asked. Dinah, she should have known.
"No it's her evil sister Elena," the brunette responded, rolling her eyes. She could feel Barbara smiling against her skin, and once again really wanted to hang up. "What is it?"
"I think you should get over here," Dinah responded, ignoring the first part of Helena's response. "Something's happened."
"Define something," Helena replied, biting her lip to stop from moaning as Barbara worked her way up to her neck, starting to suck on her pulse point, as her hand snuck around to rest on her abdomen.
"Is that Dinah?" Barbara whispered into Helena's free ear hearing the brunette's response. "Lemme talk to her," she continued, straightening up.
Helena looked over at the redhead and sighed, handing the phone over to her, knowing that the rest of her night was now shot.
"What's going on?" Barbara asked, ignoring Helena as she rolled over and snuggled into the pillows muttering to herself.
"Oh, there you are," Dinah said happily. "Um, there's been another Roxet accident, only this time the person survived long enough to make it to the hospital," she continued, looking down at the notepad she had scribbled the details down on. "You should probably get over here, they said they're going to show a more detailed report in the next half hour."
"Alright, see you a bit," Barbara responded, leaning over a groaning Helena and replacing the phone. "Get up," Barbara said.
Helena moaned and shook her head from side to side. Barbara considered her for a moment.
"She wants to borrow your Parasuco's," the redhead said finally.
Helena sat up.
"We should go," the brunette said decisively, looking over at Barbara. "Now. Definitely."
Dinah met Barbara and Helena at the door to the clocktower, beginning to speak immediately.
"Basically the story is that there was another Roxet causality, only with a catch this time. He survived, which as far as everyone else is concerned hasn't happened before," she continued, winking at Helena who actually smiled at her for once. "The news report went on to say that the guy wasn't out of the woods yet, because he had apparently started display some really freaky symptoms. And no they didn't say what, only that he was now under quarantine."
"Another meta-human maybe," Barbara said, heading straight for her desk.
"Only one way to find out," Helena added, heading for the nearest window.
"Stay out of sight," Barbara called back to her. 'And be careful' she added to herself as Helena disappeared from sight. "Dinah, you want a job?" she called out a moment later.
"Am I that transparent?" Dinah asked, walking over with a little bounce in her step.
"You can start with this," Barbara said, handing the vial of green liquid Helena had collected the other night over to her.
"Will do," Dinah said, taking the vial from her hand as she looked at the older woman appraisingly. Suddenly it was starting to make a whole lot of sense to her why Barbara had been over at Helena's so late. "So, you two made up, huh?" she asked, taking a step back.
"Yeah, you could say that," Barbara responded, only looking over at Dinah when she realized she was still standing beside her.
"I bet I could," Dinah replied, smiling and nodding her head at Barbara.
Barbara considered her for a second. "You haven't been testing the samples have you?" she asked the still grinning blonde.
"Nah," Dinah responded, shaking her head vigorously, her body shaking a bit with repressed laughter.
"Well, what is it then, just get it out," Barbara said in a resigned tone, knowing that she wouldn't be able to concentrate until Dinah stopped staring at her.
"You have a hickey," Dinah said, a huge grin spreading across her face as her repressed laughter freed itself. "I think she's a biter," she added softly as if sharing a secret before laughing some more.
Barbara stared at her incredulously.
"It's cute," Dinah said, seeing Barbara's look and wanting to embarrass her some more.
"Go back to work," Barbara said, her expression new from the Deer Caught in Headlights Catalogue. She couldn't believe she was being mocked by a teenager. And that Helena had given her a hickey and not told her. It was all friggin ridiculous.
"Whatever," Dinah muttered under her breath still laughing. "You two are so kindergarten."
"Oracle," Helena said, drawing Barbara's attention away from Dinah's snickering. "What floor?"
"Just a second," Barbara said, concentrating on her computer for a few seconds. "Ninth," she continued a moment later. "That was fast."
"I'm not actually there yet," Helena responded, smiling to herself. "Just taking some initiative," she continued.
"I bet," Dinah commented from her spot, earning another withering glare from Barbara.
"Quiet," Barbara whispered, looking over at the blonde, before adding "Hail me when you get there, I'll see if I can find you some more information," to Helena.
Helena cursed loudly as she came to a skidding stop on a rooftop across from Gotham General, the tips of her toes just poking over the edge of the buildings ledge. Tilting her head up towards the dreary night sky, she stared into the darkness for a moment, her lip curling up in distaste. She did not want to be spending her night jumping from rooftops in the pouring rain.
>>What's wrong? << Barbara asked through the transceiver, having heard Helena's colourful mutterings. She'd tried to cover up her end so Dinah couldn't hear Helena invent new ways to swear, but the brunette was just too fast for her.
"It's raining," Helena responded darkly, finally lowering her head and looking at the hospital across the street.
>> Poor baby << Barbara replied apathetically, making Helena smile. >> The patient's in room 914 on the east side of the building. There should be some old piping coming down from the roof by the north east corner << Barbara continued, hearing scuffling on the other end and knowing that Helena was walking around wherever she'd landed looking for a way to get over.
"You owe me for this," Helena replied as she eyed the distance between the building she was currently perched on and the hospital.
>> Fine, when you get back you can have a cookie << Barbara replied, her eyes trained on the screen in front of her.
"I was thinking about something a bit more … hearty," Helena sent back, moving to the other side of the roof to prepare for her jump.
>> Mind on the mission, Huntress << Barbara told her, her head turning to the side to see if Dinah had been paying attention. Mercifully, she hadn't been.
"There's my Oracle," Helena replied already half way across the roof. "Gotta go," she added as she took off of the ledge, a feral smile spreading across her face.
Struggling to keep her tenuous hold on the small ledge of the window, Helena carefully began to move herself backwards and forwards building up some momentum before tensing her muscles and pushing upwards and back, launching herself feet first towards the window, crashing through it landing in a graceful crouch.
"Ah, Oracle," she started, looking around the room and finding it distinctly lacking.
>> Yeah? << Barbara asked somewhat distractedly as she scanned a monitor to her left, her brows scrunching together in thought.
"There's nobody here," Helena responded, looking around the dark room. There was a section of the room that had been partitioned off and a rumbled bed next to some machines, but other than that and a few chairs the room was completely empty.
>> 914? << Barbara asked as Helena walked through the plastic screen towards the bed, her eyes scanning the area with inhuman accuracy.
"Yeah," Helena said, drawing the word out a bit with a touch of exasperation as she bent down to examine something.
>> They've taken the stairway exit, they're on the fourth floor now. Can you cut them off? << Barbara replied, her fingers moving rapidly over the keyboard. The hospital had locked down the floor, leaving the main elevator as the only official means to accessing the floor, but as Helena had spoken she'd noticed that one of exits had been tripped.
"Who's heading for the exit?" Helena asked, already back at the window climbing through. Damn this is gonna hurt, she thought to herself, looking down.
>> Don't know, ask when you get there << Barbara replied, hearing rustling wind and the faint scratch of boots on cement, a pained looked coming to her face when she heard Helena's landing and inevitable cursing.
"STOP!" Helena yelled, sprinting towards a black sedan parked at the end of alley. She could see three people, one big male who was hoisting a body from over his shoulder into the back of the chair, and a female standing slightly behind him. "I'm just gonna kick your ass harder if you run," she continued, cursing to herself as she saw the big man get into the car and woman step towards it. She wasn't going to make it, she thought to herself as lightening flashed before her.
And that's when she saw it, the woman had turned at the sound of her voice and was staring directly at her, her face lit up by the lightening flash. And then it was over, she stepped into the car and it immediately took off with Helena ten yards away.
"Fuck that," Helena muttered to herself as she jumped onto the fire ladder of the building beside her landing on the roof seconds later.
Running along the edge of the building, peering over the side, she caught sight of the sedan moving along the side of a building just in front of her.
"Gotcha," she smiled, jumping across, trailing the cars route.
>> What's going on? << Barbara asked, leaning forward anxiously as she heard the commotion on Helena's end suddenly die down. >> Huntress? <<
"I lost 'em," came Helena's sullen reply a moment later. "Fucking bridges," she continued to mutter, wiping her wet hair out of her face, staring in the direction the car had gone intensely.
>> They had him? << Barbara asked, hearing Helena's tone but deciding not to comment until they were face to face.
"Yeah, they had him," the brunette responded, her hand dropping her rest over her waist. "But we got a piece of him," she added, her voice lightening bit. "You can work with a blood sample right?"
>> Yeah << Barbara said, smiling. >> I can work with a blood sample << she continued leaning back in her chair. >> Come on back, let's dry you off <<
"Yeah," Helena responded though she didn't move, her voice distant as she continued to stare out into the dark.
>> Is something wrong? << Barbara asked, something about Helena's tone alarming her.
"Yeah," Helena responded again, her dour tone back with a vengeance. "I'll tell you when I get back," she continued, reaching a hand up to her ear to turn the transceiver off.
Clock Tower - Night
"I hate this fucking city," Helena ranted as she paced back and forth across the loft, her hand vigorously toweling off her hair. She'd discarded her jacket the moment she'd entered the room, and her boots had quickly followed. She would've gotten rid of the rest to, but something about how Dinah was looking at her and then over at Barbara made her stop. Kid looked like she was waiting for a peepshow. "Hate. It," she went on finally tossing the towel aside as well.
"Hey," Barbara said, placing her hand lightly on Helena's arm now that the brunette had started to calm down. "What is it?"
"The woman," Helena started, shaking her head, the motion flinging tiny water droplets onto Barbara. "Sorry," she added, smiling as Barbara raised a hand up to her head to wipe them off.
"What woman?" Dinah asked, stepping over to them, saving Barbara the trouble.
"She of the kidnappers," Helena responded running a hand through her hair. "It was Quinzel."
"Quinzel? Your therapist, Quinzel?" Barbara asked, her eyebrows quickly climbing their way up her forehead.
"Yeah, that's the one," Helena said, dropping down onto the couch with a sigh, feeling tired and sore in addition to being wet now that the adrenaline that had been pumping through her body previously started to wane.
"Did she see you?" Barbara asked, coming to a stop in front of Helena, her hand unconsciously moving to rest on the brunette's knee, her thumb making slow soothing strokes.
"It was dark," Helena said, her head tipping back against the couch lazily as she felt the tension leaving her body under Barbara's gentle ministrations. "And raining … and I was about 25 yards away from her," she continued. "I don't know. It looked like she was looking at me, but I may've been nothing but a shadow to her," she continued, lifting her head up to look forward again, adding "Hey, take a picture it lasts longer!" after catching Dinah staring at them.
"I bet no as long as Barbara's hickey," Dinah responded, smiling broadly before Barbara turned to give her a disapproving look and she settled down again.
"What?" Helena responded, leaning forward to get a good look at the redhead. "Oh," she said, stretching the word out deliciously as her lips curved up slightly before Barbara rounded on her, and she was forced to look suitably remorseful.
"I don't want you going back," Barbara said seriously a moment later.
"I didn't mean to…"
"To Quinzel's," Barbara interjected, cutting Helena off though it was of no use since she could hear Dinah start laughing in the background.
"If she didn't see me …" Helena started her mind back on track.
"But if she did see you," Barbara cut in, shaking her head. "It's too big a risk. Who knows what she would do."
"She has no idea what I can do," Helena responded, her eyes holding Barbara's, searching her green ones. "I could find something out."
"It's too dangerous," Barbara said, meeting Helena's gaze. "Now that we know which side she's on we can get information another way," she continued. "That's kind of my bag," she finished, giving a small smile, which grew upon seeing Helena's accompanying one.
"What about the court order?" Helena asked, raising an eyebrow at Barbara.
"You think it'll be hard to find a therapist in a major U.S. city?" Barbara asked with faux seriousness.
"Funny," Helena replied, leaning forward a second later to kiss Barbara lightly on the lips. "Don't you have to go to bed … or lock yourself in your room brooding about how nobody understands you or something? You know, teenage stuff," Helena commented, looking behind Barbara to Dinah when she pulled away from the redhead's lips.
"What about that picture?" Dinah asked, grinning boldly at the brunette. "Okay, okay, I'm going," Dinah continued a second later seeing Helena start to stand up. "And just for the record, I am a deep sleeper," she added before running the last couple of steps to her room and closing the door.
"She's a punk," Helena declared the moment Dinah was out of site.
"Takes one to know one," Barbara responded, smiling at the fact that Helena would dare to call anyone a punk. "Come on, let's get you changed."
Clock Tower Balcony - Midnight
Helena slipped out onto the balcony quietly, her eyes immediately focusing on Barbara who was sitting directly under the clock staring out into the night. Closing the door behind her, but not moving further out onto the balcony for the time being, Helena leaned against the far wall and observed her silent companion, no longer surprised, but still awed by the emotions that swelled inside of her at the mere thought of the redhead.
"I won't bite," Barbara said quietly, but loud enough that Helena could hear her as she continued to stare out into the night sky. "Unlike some people," she added under her breath though she knew Helena would be able to hear that as well.
"I come out here to keep you company," Helena began as she walked over to Barbara, "and this is the thanks I get," she continued, leaning over the back of the redhead's chair so that her arms were resting on Barbara's arm rests and her chin was on the redhead's shoulder. "You know I'm a sensitive woman," she went on, pressing a kiss to Barbara's neck.
"I guess I'll just have to find a way to make it up to you then," Barbara replied, turning her head to the side so that she could capture Helena's lips in a slow, tender kiss. "I … never expected this," Barbara continued a moment later, as Helena's head dropped onto her shoulder once more.
"I did," Helena responded, nodding her head as much as her position would allow.
"Really?" Barbara asked, tilting her head slightly but still not able to see Helena's face.
"No," Helena responded, her body shaking slightly with laughter as she moved her arms to encircle Barbara. "But somehow now that it's happened I feel like I should've seen it coming," she went on more seriously feeling Barbara nod her head but otherwise make no response. "What're you thinking?"
"Nothing," Barbara replied, her smile evident in her voice.
"This isn't one of those times where I'm going to say 'really' and then you're gonna say 'no' thus completing the circle of idiocy is it?" Helena asked, swinging around in front of Barbara and straddling the redhead's waist.
"Not this time," Barbara replied, catching Helena under the collar with her finger and pulling the brunette towards her. "Am I forgiven?"
"Not quite yet," Helena replied, happily allowing Barbara to pull her forward just the tiniest bit more allowing their lips to brush against each other. "But you're definitely on the right track," she added before Barbara captured her lips once more, silencing her for the rest of the night.
The End … for now!
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