A Three Months Later …
Helena slowly pulled up the zipper of her Kevlar lined vest, stopping the zipper at the top of the valley of her breasts leaving a pale patch of skin visible. Reaching over to the side, she then picked up her waist length leather jacket and slipped her arms into it, tugging into position once it was on. She raised her arms up and rotated them around, jabbing her arms out in front of her and bending them, testing the material for give. It gave just fine.
Reaching down, her grasped the edges of her leather pants and pulled them together, then grabbing the laces, pulling them tight as she did up the pants. Once they were secured, she then squatted down and jumped up a couple of time, kicking her leg out in front of and behind her, hopping on her booted feet. The pants were fine too.
She looked in the mirror, the reflection that met her staid and dark.
She was dressed completely in black. Her blue eyes the only real focal point on her. She ran a hand through her hair. She’d been planning on cutting it to keep it out of her face but she’d forgotten. No that wasn’t true she hadn’t forgotten. She just hadn’t been able to do it. Her mother had loved her hair long. She reached behind her tying it back into a ponytail.
Barbara looked up sensing another presence in the room. She saw Helena crossing the loft towards her. Dark, sleek and predatory. She felt herself smile at the image.
"Where’s your mask?" Barbara asked as Helena stopped a meter or so away from her, leaning against the desk to her side.
"Don’t have one," Helena replied blasély, looking down at her feet.
"You have to," Barbara started staring at Helena seriously. "It’s extremely important that …" but whatever she was about to say was interrupted by a warning bell ringing around the loft and Barbara’s screen flashing.
"What is it?" Helena asked moving behind Barbara so she could see the entire screen.
"There’s been increasingly strong seismic activity under the city," Barbara responded. "It’s getting worse as we speak," she continued her eyes clued on the screen, a small frown coming to her face. "This isn’t good. There’s going to be an earthquake. A bad one," she said turning her head to look a Helena, surprised to find the girl right behind her. "It’s gonna be bad, people could use your help," she finished swallowing as she backed her head away from Helena’s a bit.
"Don’t I look dressed for the job?" Helena asked smirking slightly as she looked down at herself upon straightening up. "Earthquake," she said heading for the balcony, a thin thread of excitement starting to work it’s way through her body. "Hell of a first night."
"Be careful," Barbara said seriously following Helena’s presence. "And keep the transceivers on at all times. I want to be able to track you."
"Yes Ma’am," Helena responded looking at Barbara over her shoulder, a mischievous smile working it’s way across her face as she looked at the redhead.
And then she turned around, grinning out at the night as she ran out onto the balcony and jumped off.
Helena looked down at the arm of her jacket as white fingers desperately grasped at the material, scratching it. She looked up following the arm to an ashen face, and shaking body. She’d just rescued the woman from a crumbling building and deposited her safely on the ground in a secure area. But before she could leave the woman had grabbed her arm.
"Thank you," the woman said desperately, her eyes wide and grateful.
"Your welcome," Helena said, smiling at her softly. Her heart filling with something … something warm, and tingly. She thought she might be feeling proud. It was strange, in a nice way. "Compliments of your friendly, neighbourhood … Huntress," she continued patting the woman’s hand and removing it at the same time. Then with one last wink, at the befuddled lady, she jumped up onto a nearby fire escape and disappeared into the night.
>>Huntress? << Barbara asked over the transceivers.
"You always said there was something of a predator in me," Helena replied swinging up onto a rooftop and racing across it, leaping onto another. "Get used to it Oracle, you’re gonna be saying it for a while."
Helena crouched down, nestled in between two large stone statues on the top of city hall looking down at the streets below her, her body perfectly still. There were fires raging in every direction and the sound of sirens going off, police, fire department, ambulances, alarms. All ringing among the shouts of people on the streets, and the screeching of breaks, the shattering of glass.
Looting, arson, car accidents, jumpers, police chases. The city had descended into utter chaos.
Helena closed her eyes, and slowed her breathing, listening carefully for a cry for help, waiting for something to cut through the chaos. She hadn’t had to wait for more than a few seconds all night, and this time was no different.
She looked below her, spotting a window washers platform.
She jumped, landing on it, the impact causing one of the cables to snap making the platform tilt downwards on the left side.
Helena quickly shifted her feet to the side, and slid down it, jumping and tucking into a ball when she reached the edge, uncurling herself and landing neatly, taking off towards to the left the moment her feet hit the ground.
"Where is she?" Helena yelled grabbing the yelling, shaking man by the shoulders and jerking him back and forth roughly, trying to get him to focus. She slapped him. "Where is she?" she asked again as the man blinked at her.
"The fourth floor," he responded looking up at the collapsing building. Helena followed his gaze.
"Which one?" she asked looking at the windows but seeing no sign of life.
"Third from the right," the man said shaking in her hands. Helena was certain she was the only thing holding him up. He was about to get a shock.
She let go of him, not paying attention as he sunk to the ground. She was already half way to the building. The ground around it was cracking, leaving an opening in the pavement meters wide in a circle around the building as it sunk down into the cavernous subway that lay beneath it.
She continued to run jumping over the fissure, smiling as she heard the police officers keeping people away from the death trap yelling at her to stop. She jumped up, grasping onto the window ledge of a second floor apartment, pulling herself up and using it to launch herself up again.
It was just like rock climbing only far, far cooler.
Punching her hand through the window, cursing herself for not wearing gloves, Helena then settled her palms on the window ledge pushing herself up before she started to slam her shoulder into the cracked glass again and again until it gave way and she was able to fling herself inside.
Crying, to the right. Dammit, the roof was caving in. The apartment was full of concrete and dust. She followed the sounds of the cries.
"Hey," she said spotting a little girl in the corner of the apartment, surrounded by falling debris, but free of it. "Up we go," she said grasping the kid in her arms quickly making her way to the front door, stopping when a large chunk of plaster fell in front of her. "New plan," she muttered making her way back to the window.
Looking down, she looked at the kid in her arms and back down dubiously. Then she looked behind her getting a face full of dust as another chunk of the ceiling fell.
"Okay," she said stepping out on the ledge and jumping.
She landed easily, the girl was crying in her ear, loudly, snot dripping onto her jacket. She ran towards the fissure, jumping over it once more, her landing slightly less impressive this time, with the added weight, but steady nonetheless.
She shoved the kid at the now standing man. He grasped his baby and started shaking again.
Helena didn’t hear if she thanked him. She was already halfway across the block.
Helena’s hands lay in a large bowl of Epson salts that lay on her lap. Her head was tipped back resting on the back of her chair, her left foot on the floor and her right foot elevated resting on Barbara’s lap as the redhead removed her boot silently.
"I can do that," Helena said softly as she drew in a deep breath.
"I know," Barbara replied looking up at her, her expression mild and affectionate. She continued to unlace Helena’s boot pulling it off of her foot carefully.
"I don’t think you want to do that," Helena commented lifting her head up to look at what Barbara was doing when she felt the redhead reach for her socks.
Barbara looked up at her smiling as she yanked Helena’s sock off. She looked down at the brunette’s foot and frowned.
"God," she muttered looking at the tattered appendage. The skin had literally been rubbed off in parts, leaving bloody blisters and cuts all over Helena’s foot. She reached up and took the bowl of Epson salts off of Helena’s lap and put it on the floor, directing the abused foot into the liquid in the bowl. "Take off the other one, I’ll be back with more bowls," Barbara said a moment later, backing away.
Helena didn’t bother letting her head tip back against the headrest again instead. She was tired. Very tired. She couldn’t remember ever being this tired before in her entire life. I was great. She was in pain. Every inch of her body hurt. Her hair hurt. Her fingernails hurt. It was great. She sighed happily, as the nights events raced through her mind, words and expressions of gratitude, desperate sounds turning to grateful ones. She’d saved lives. She’d made a difference in people’s lives.
She felt her hand being lifted and placed back into a bowl and sighed. Her other foot was then lifted and given the same treatment as her right one before being lowered to the ground and placed in another bowl.
"We can’t use these for popcorn anymore," Helena commented looking down at the bowls her feet were in.
Barbara smiled and shook her head. "Definitely not. I’m strongly against it actually," she went on, reaching out and brushing sweaty strands of hair out of Helena’s face. The brunette had tensed slightly at the first contact of her hand to her face, but then relaxed again. Despite that, Barbara removed her hand as quickly as possible without making it painfully obvious that she had realized she shouldn’t have done that.
Barbara sighed and leaned back in her chair observing Helena as she lounged. Even sitting there half-conscious, her hands and feet soaking in plastic bowls, her clothes ripped and covered in soot along with her face, there was something regal about her.
"What?" Helena asked feeling Barbara’s eyes on her. She could always feel Barbara’s eyes on her. She had kind of accepted the fact that even though she didn’t want to, that even though she’d been working to end it, she’d always be aware of Barbara if she were anywhere near her.
"You did well tonight," Barbara said softly, smiling at her gently. "Really well. I’m proud of you," she continued her voice ringing with pride as she looked at the brunette. Helena’s performance hadn’t been perfect by any means, she’d been overwhelmed at times losing precious time to indecision, and frustrated at other times wasting energy on anger and irritation, and she’d show boated a bit too much. But despite those things, it was an impressive outing on its own merits, not even taking into account that it had been Helena’s first time as a dark knight.
She watched as Helena rolled her shoulders slightly, and sniffed wiggling her toes in the bowls.
"How do you feel?" Barbara asked breaking the silence that had descended over the room.
"Good," Helena said, keeping her gaze trained on the ceiling. She felt her heart contract a bit at Barbara’s words, but it passed. She knew she had done well. She didn’t need the redhead’s endorsement. But it was still nice to hear it.
"Looks like it," Barbara commented poking Helena in the ribs, knowing the brunette must have been truly exhausted when she didn’t dodge the touch or even groan peevishly in response.
"Good," Helena replied again, a smile working it’s way across her face.
"I’m gonna get the first aid kit, take care of those scratches on your hands and face," Barbara said a moment later, watching Helena again for a long moment before backing away and heading towards the washroom.
She really had been amazing.
Three Years Later …
Barbara glanced up smiling thankfully at Helena as the brunette wordlessly deposited a large mug of tea in front of her. Cinnamon apple, Barbara thought from the aroma that wafted up to her nose. She inhaled deeply, and sighed as she brought the mug up to her nose. She loved cinnamon apple.
"That’s almost indecent," Helena drawled easily watching as Barbara’s eyes fluttered shut as she liquid moved down her throat.
"You think everything’s practically indecent," Barbara replied giving Helena a sideways look before putting the mug back down on the table.
"That’s because in my mind it is," Helena responded easily, sending Barbara a swaggering smile before pushing off of the desk beside her and wandering into the main part of the loft, dropping down onto the sofa. "How’re things looking tonight?" she called out few minutes later as she turned on the plasma screen. The couch in the apartment was more comfortable, but the television in the clock tower was way bigger.
"Slow," Barbara responded. "Which should make you happy," she added glancing over at the lounging woman.
"Why would you say that?" Helena asked flipping through the satellite channels, and stopping on porn before Barbara looked over at her disapprovingly. She laughed and changed the channel.
"Because you only ask how things are looking when you don’t want to make a sweep," Barbara replied, going make to the monitors. It was true; it was a very slow night in New Gotham. She was sure she could’ve found something for the brunette to do, but it wasn’t necessary.
"That’s not true," Helena replied offhandedly. "Sometimes I ask when I feel like hitting people," she continued smirking at Barbara.
"So you’re up for a sweep?" Barbara asked leaning against the back of her chair looking across the room at the brunette.
"Actually no," Helena replied looking at her watch and then relaxing against the couch again. "I’ve got plans."
"Do you actually have plans or are you just going trolling?" Barbara asked, looking away from Helena towards the screens once more. It was nothing important. She had email.
Helena rolled her eyes. "You mean picking up some bitches and spendin’ some dime doesn’t constitute actual plans?" the brunette asked sarcastically. Just because Barbara lived like a monk, it didn’t mean that she had to. At least one of them should have something that resembled a life. Hers may have been one of acquaintances, brief attachments and debauchery, but it was something beyond skulking in the shadows and poking at corpses, which was just fine by her. She was twenty she could afford to make pleasure her profession and pastime.
"So that’s a yes to trolling then?" Barbara asked with a sigh, ignoring the sarcasm that coated Helena’s response.
"No," Helena replied a little testily. "I told you I’ve got plans. Bumped into Riana Fox a few days ago," she continued in a more reasonable tone. "We’re gonna get reacquainted," she finished smiling, before licking her lips.
"What happened to Dashel?" Barbara asked looking over at Helena knowing exactly what the brunette had meant by ‘reacquainted’.
"Who now?" Helena asked looking up and meeting Barbara’s gaze. Her brows were drawn together in confusion.
"Your boyfriend," Barbara prompted. "Dashel Kane," she went on when Helena continued to stare at her blankly.
"Boyfriend?" Helena asked skeptically, looking at Barbara suspiciously as if the redhead were trying to pull one over on her. First of all, she didn’t do the dating thing, so there were to be no ‘insert sex’ friends. Secondly, she didn’t even know anyone named … "OH! Dash," she said finally, an image of a tall, scraggy blonde coming into her brain. She started to laugh. "What about him again?"
"Aren’t you dating him?" Barbara asked her arms crossed now as she looked at the brunette.
"No," Helena replied like it was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. "Never was. I don’t date," she said looking over at Barbara and nodding for emphasis.
"Then why does he keep calling you?" Barbara asked.
"I know you’re an information broker, but fuck Barbara," Helena exclaimed impatiently a moment later. "What’s it to you? He’s a sad, sad, little man. That’s why he keeps calling. If you don’t like it, change our phone number. I mean it’s not like we’d have to go through an extensive list of people to inform. There’s Alfred, and your dad, and … well, that’s about it."
"I wasn’t trying to pry," Barbara said in response a moment later once Helena had calmed down a bit. "It’s just that by the time I seem to find out who you’re spending your time with, you’ve already forgotten their existence."
"You don’t need to know who I’m spending my time with. I’m a big girl. Besides if you’d met them, you’d know why I forget them all so quickly," Helena replied looking at her watch again.
"I know I don’t need to," Barbara responded. "I just like to know what’s going on with you, it’s… never mind," she continued shaking her head. It was impossible to get anything out of Helena about anything that actually mattered. She was never quite sure if it was because Helena just didn’t care enough to share with her anymore, or because Helena just didn’t care enough to have anything to share. "If they’re all so very boring than why even bother?" she went on tiredly a moment later.
"Passing the time," Helena replied shrugging. "Not everybody can be as wonderful, and intellectually stimulating as you. You’ve ruined me for the world Barbara," she went on sardonically. "So I pass the time the best I can," she finished more softly, her voice a bit distant. That was a bit too genuine for her liking.
Barbara looked over at her at that. It was a bit cutting even for Helena. She sighed and turned back to the computer screen letting silence descend upon the clock tower.
"Have you eaten anything since lunch?" Helena asked ten minutes later, flicking off the television set and standing up. It was almost seven she needed to get ready.
"No, I’ll grab something later," Barbara replied not looking over at her.
Helena stared at her for a moment. Now Barbara was all mad at her. She reached for the phone.
"What’re you doing?" Barbara asked looking over at Helena as she heard the brunette making a pick-up order into the phone.
"I’ll pick it up before I leave to meet Riana," Helena muttered replacing the phone on the cradle. "Try not to sit there all night, get out on the balcony for a while or something, it’ll do wonders for your complexion. Blue-bloods out this century," she continued looking over at Barbara momentarily before heading out of the clock tower and into the apartment.
Barbara checked her pager again. She still hadn’t gotten a response from Helena. She’d been paging the woman for over half an hour, which was an obscenely long time not to respond even for the brunette. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair as her eyes caught something on the bottom of the computer screen.
The main-line alarm system in the apartment was on. She’d turned it off after Helena had left upon delivering her dinner, activating the Delphi alarm system instead which was much more extensive. Helena must have come back and been over in the apartment if the alarm was back on. If she was crashing after a hard dinner of feigning social graces, it would explain why she hadn’t answered Barbara’s pages.
Closing the door to the clock tower behind her, Barbara wheeled further into the apartment, spotting Helena’s jacket lying carelessly in the middle of the foyer. She sighed and shook her head, at least some things never changed.
She turned her head to the side. She thought she heard a noise from the hallway where their bedrooms were.
She started towards it.
Helena’s door was open sending a pale light into the dark hallway.
"Helena?" she called out sticking her head inside the woman’s bedroom as soon as she reached the door. However, the moment she saw inside she quickly jerked her head back, instinctively moving her chair away from the doorway before stopping and blinking rapidly.
Helena hadn’t been alone. She really, really hadn’t been alone. She could still hear the bed squeaking and the quiet moans that had been filling the room. And flesh. There had been lots of flesh.
"Barbara?" she heard a voice call, what seemed like hours later, but only could’ve been seconds. It was Helena.
"Yeah," Barbara said after taking a deep breath. "Something unexpected has come up. You’re needed at home," she continued knowing the Helena would recognize the meaning behind her words.
Silence met her words at first, and then she could hear some shuffling in the bedroom, and low voices whispering to each other. Whoever was in there with the brunette didn’t seem happy, though Barbara couldn’t make out what they were saying. Then there was some more ruffling and silence.
A few minutes later, Barbara then looked up to see a tall, beautiful female form emerge from Helena’s doorway. The woman looked over at her. Barbara recognized her.
"Riana," Barbara said, looking at the woman. Obviously dinner had gone well.
"Ms. Gordon," Riana responded glaring at her slightly before heading for the door. Barbara shrugged her shoulders. She guessed she wouldn’t be on the Christmas list that year, oh well.
Once she heard the front door click shut, Barbara made her way back to Helena’s doorway, stopping again momentarily as she spotted the brunette bent over in front of her dresser wearing nothing but a pair of black lace underwear.
Barbara looked at her for a few seconds longer as Helena rose up with a bra in her hand, her back still to Barbara, and then the redhead turned away, waiting for Helena to signal when she was decent.
"What is it?" Helena asked a moment later turning to see Barbara averting her eyes. She smiled. There was something about embarrassing the redhead that appealed to her in a completely primal way. Maybe it was the flush.
"A robbery on …" Barbara started looking back over at Helena, pausing when she saw that the woman was barely more decent at the moment, then when she’d first come into the room. She had simply put on a matching upper half. Barbara licked her lips and averted her eyes once more. "A robbery on 32nd street," she continued clearing her throat as her eyes traveled back over to Helena. "A pharmaceutical company," she continued focusing her attention on the brunette’s feet. "Get dressed and come to the clock tower, I’ll brief you fully there," she finished quickly, really wanting to get out of Helena’s bedroom rather desperately.
"Sure thing boss," Helena replied, watching Barbara fastidiously as she backed out of the room.
Three Years Later …
"What the …" Barbara exclaimed turning her head around so fast she almost gave herself whiplash as she felt her chair being jerked backwards and turned around. She was being pushed away from the workstation towards the door to the apartment. "What do you think you’re doing?" Barbara asked spotting Helena behind her. She slapped the brunette’s hands, trying to get them off of her chair.
"Giving you some culture," Helena responded as she slapped back at Barbara’s hands playfully before continuing towards the door, moving them both into the apartment.
"I’m in possession of plenty of culture thank you," Barbara muttered rather peevishly.
"Great, that shows you have an appreciation for it," Helena replied moving them into the living room. "And anyone with an appreciation for culture knows that you can never have too much of it," she continued. Barbara could tell she was smiling even though she couldn’t see her.
"Why do I get the feeling this is going to be an introduction to low culture," Barbara asked looking at the items assembled on the coffee table. Two bowls of popcorn, two six packs of beer and a bottle of Merlot, little chocolates in a large glass cup, and what looked like spray cheese. "We’re not going to watch anything with Adam Sandler or Julia Roberts in it are we?" Barbara asked sounding slightly frightened.
"You’re so high maintenance," Helena complained with a smile flouncing down onto the couch. "No Sandler, or Roberts …I may be taking you away from your work, but I don’t hate you," she continued smiling over at Barbara charmingly. "We’re going to watch the Jackie Chan classic Drunken Master, the original, and you’re going to enjoy it. I won’t let you deprive yourself of something that kicks as much ass as this movie any longer," she finished handing a bowl of popcorn over to Barbara.
"No," Barbara said holding up her hand as Helena held out the bottle of wine to her. "If we’re gonna do this, let’s do it right," she said looking at the six packs. "You should’ve gotten cans, we could have crushed them against our heads and let them fall to the floor where they could leak and ruin my rug," she continued smiling as Helena handed her a beer.
"That’s the spirit," Helena encouraged gaping at Barbara as she popped the top with her teeth.
"I did go to university," Barbara replied winking at Helena.
Helena placed her hand over her heart. "You truly are a gem."
"Why’s he doing that?" Barbara asked leaning towards the screen her brows drawn together in consternation.
"Did you just ask me to reasonably explain why a character in a Jackie Chan movie behaved the way they did?" Helena asked turning to look at Barbara incredulously, laughing when she saw the redhead’s position. Barbara was so sauced it wasn’t funny. Oh wait, it was. Very funny. She was a cute drunk.
"Yes," Barbara replied the alcohol apparently clouding her sarcasm detector. She looked over at Helena expectantly.
"Barbara," Helena said gravely shaking her head sadly. "Barbara. It’s a Jackie Chan movie," she continued speaking very slowly. "Jackie Chan."
"So?" Barbara asked moving to rest her elbow on the arm of her chair and missing, tipping to the side slightly before she was able to steady herself. She looked around her immediately, suspiciously eying the apartment before sniffing and looking back over at Helena.
"What do you mean so?" Helena asked trying not to laugh at the redhead’s previous display. "So that’s the answer. Look" she said pointing to the screen. "It’s funny. See how many times that guy got hit over the head? It’s funny. See how he’s in a full body cast! Comedy, Barbara. Comedy gold."
"But…" Barbara started.
"No but," Helena interrupted. " It’s funny, that’s why it’s there. Now let’s watch as he eats too much and gets into fight where he’s comically bloated."
Barbara looked over at Helena as the brunette stared at her chest scratching at her shirt with the nail of her thumb trying to remove some chocolate that had fallen on her during the movie. Helena’s eyes were narrowed and her tongue was sticking out the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on the task at hand, her brows coming together studiously.
The whole display was extremely precious.
Barbara reached over lazily and pushed Helena in the head causing the brunette to tip over slightly, before sitting up again and looking at Barbara with a disgruntled expression.
"You’re drunk," Helena said seriously nodding at Barbara as she stared at the redhead. "You’re a surly drunk and … stop pushing me!" Helena exclaimed as Barbara placed her index finger in the middle of Helena’s forehead and pushed.
"I’mma a gonna, I’mma gonna kick your ass," Helena muttered a second later rubbing at her forehead as she glared at Barbara who was smiling at her affectionately. "I’m a drunken master," she mumbled quietly under her breath as Barbara looked at her. She wasn’t really gonna kick Barbara’s ass. She was just talking big.
"You’re a drunken idiot," Barbara responded smiling. "I wanna lie down."
Helena looked at her for a second, and then hooked her hands under Barbara’s armpits and dragged her out of the chair and over the arm of the couch so that the redhead was lying down, her head resting on Helena’s lap.
"I meant in my bed," Barbara said looking up at Helena.
"Shoulda been more specific then," Helena replied unconcerned, her hand coming down to softly brush some hair off of Barbara’s face before reaching for the remote.
"Put on something educational," Barbara said still gazing up at Helena. "Find out if there’s anything on about sea turtles," she continued brushing at the spot on Helena’s shirt the brunette had been trying to get off earlier. "Or surgery."
"On about surgery, or surgery … on?" Helena asked batting Barbara’s hand away from her chest, only to have the redhead reach up once more and start scratching at her again. She stopped and let Barbara do whatever she wanted, she’d get bored of it soon enough. "What about turtles?" she asked looking down at Barbara, her hand resting on the redhead’s stomach still flipping through the channels.
"Either I guess," Barbara replied still looking up at Helena, her tone somewhat distracted. "Sea turtles. They swim. They have little flippers," she continued her hand coming up to Helena’s face, caressing the soft skin there slightly. God, she was beautiful.
‘The only thing on that’s educational is this show about the erotic properties of body hair," Helena replied staring at the television as some man caressed a fur hat. She looked over at Barbara a moment later. The redhead’s fingers were trailing through her hair. "This was a good night wasn’t it?" Helena asked looking down at Barbara.
"Good night? Where are you going?" Barbara asked glumly.
"I said, this was a good night. Not good night," Helena replied rolling her eyes. "You should go to bed Barbara. You’re out of it," she continued as the redhead continued to gaze at her softly.
"Or you’ll have to sing nature sounds to me," Barbara replied, a fuzzy memory coming to her of herself lying with Helena and the brunette whispering that to her. "’Whoosh’," she continued making ocean sounds as she picked Helena’s hand off her stomach and held it gently looking at it. "You don’t look so strong," she commented, her previous words forgotten. It was true to. She was more muscular than Helena, but the brunette could lift twice as much as her.
"Sure I do, I’m very intimidating," Helena replied flexing. Barbara reached up and felt her muscle. She ran her fingers along Helena’s arm before dropping her hand down to her stomach where she let it rest.
"You don’t need to intimidate me," Barbara said, her hand rubbing across her stomach lightly as she gazed up at Helena.
Helena smiled down at her, leaning her head down to brush Barbara’s forehead with her lips.
"You’re going to bed," she said picking up the redhead almost falling over as she did, but managing to stay upright as she deposited Barbara back in her chair.
"Where are you going?" Barbara asked as Helena slowly pushed them towards her bedroom.
"Home," Helena said. "I need to feed my fish."
Six Months Later … Currently …
Helena crouched down on the ledge looking across the street towards the New Gotham Clock Tower. She couldn’t see inside of space behind the face of the clock, but she didn’t need to. She knew that Barbara was in there, probably sitting in front of a computer screen her lips pursed as her eyes searched the monitor processing obscene amounts of information with ease and grace. And Dinah was probably in the training room, or maybe watching the monitors with Barbara asking endless questions and being aggravatingly endearing. She was sure it was all very quaint. She smirked and shook her head looking down at her hands.
She was holding a rose. One perfectly formed, brilliantly vibrant rose. On her last sweep of the city, she’d come across two men robbing an old lady. She’d managed to dispatch with one of them rather easily, but then the second had to be a jackass about things and run away. That meant she had to chase after him, at one point nearly being hit by a car, only dodging what would have been a very painful collision by knocking into and over a flower cart. She’d caught the man soon after that, and left him unconscious and secured to a light post before starting back for the clock tower. But before she’d found a building to hop onto she’d passed back by the flower cart and found one flower out of all of the ones scattered on the ground that hadn’t been broken. It lay there amongst chaos, serene and beautiful. She’d picked it up instinctively and then continued on her way.
She’d planned on going straight back to the clock tower, but as she’d approached the building, she’d gotten apprehensive and anxious and had decided to settle on the building where she was currently perched.
Looking at the flower in her hand, she knew why she had picked it up. She’d been planning on giving it to Barbara even though she hadn’t known that when she had reached for it. She shook her head at the notion and then smiled.
She was so fucking in love with Barbara it was almost comical. She’d tried not to be. She’d tried not to be in love with Barbara for seven years, but no matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she worked to deny it, it was always there. That love. Tying her to the redhead. Tying the redhead to her she also believed. She just couldn’t lie to herself anymore, couldn’t delude herself anymore. Herself wasn’t standing for it. Her head now knew what her heart had for years. She was in love with Barbara Gordon. It was time to break out the harps, because she was finally okay with it, she realized as she stared at that rose. She was in love, and that was okay.
"What’s she doing over there?" Dinah asked curiously her eyes trained on the monitor to Barbara’s left. They had Helena’s position on GPS and knew that she was sitting on top of the building across the street. Just like she had been for the past hour.
"I don’t know," Barbara replied glancing over at the monitor before shrugging.
"Aren’t you curious why she’s just been sitting over there instead of coming in?" Dinah asked looking over at the redhead. Barbara was usually the suspicious type asking questions about everything. And she was especially attentive when things came to Helena. Dinah didn’t understand why she was just shrugging when Helena was behaving so strangely.
"A little," Barbara admitted glancing up at the exit onto the balcony towards Helena’s position. "I’ve gotten used to Helena doing all sorts of things I can’t fathom," Barbara continued feeling Dinah’s eyes on her. "Maybe she just wanted to be alone for a while."
"Then why wouldn’t she go to her apartment, or a coffee shop like a normal person?" Dinah asked. "Who just sits on rooftops for hours?"
"We do," Barbara replied smirking at Dinah. "Besides Helena’s something …else. I don’t think a coffee shop would do it," she went on smiling as she shook her head before returning her attention to the monitors though a small smile lingered on her lips as she thought about the brunette.
"You know why she’s over there," Dinah said accusingly, seeing Barbara’s continued smile. She was sure the whole thing was a plot devised by the both of them to drive her insane. Helena’s revenge for Dinah borrowing her clothes all the time without asking. They were twisted, she decided. She still loved them though, the sick, twisted bastards.
"I really don’t know why she’s over there," Barbara replied looking over at Dinah, her tone serious. "Really," she added for emphasis when the blonde looked over at her.
"Then why are you smiling?" Dinah asked suspiciously even though she was relatively sure Barbara was telling the truth.
"It’s just funny that she can piss you off and not even be in the same building as you," Barbara replied smirking at the blonde. Watching her and Helena interact really was highly amusing. They were like little kittens that would hiss and scratch at each other over a ball of yarn, and then lick each other tenderly when they got tired or were bored. It was sweet.
"I’m going to bed," Dinah said slightly peevishly looking towards the clock.
"Sleep tight," Barbara called smiling as the blonde glared at the clock the whole way to her room.
Helena leaned against the doorway that opened onto the balcony from the clock tower, her gaze focused on Barbara as the redhead typed something onto the keyboard in front of her, a slight frown on her face as she stared at the monitor intently.
"Are you gonna come in or stand there all night looking dramatic?" Barbara asked not looking away from the monitor as she addressed Helena.
Helena smiled to herself and walked into the clock tower slightly, her hands behind her back as she sauntered over to the redhead. By the time she reached her and leaned against the desk, Barbara had taken off her glasses and turned away from the computer to face her.
Helena removed her hand from behind her back and lay the rose across Barbara’s keyboard wordlessly.
Barbara looked at the rose, and then over at Helena before grasping it carefully between her thumb and forefinger, lifting it in front of her face, turning it so that she could see it at different angles. She reached for her glasses. Helena placed her hand over Barbara’s stopping the redhead from picking them up.
"It’s just a flower Barbara," she said with a touch of amusement. "Just a flower," she repeated letting go of Barbara’s hand.
Barbara removed her hand from over top of the glasses and looked over at Helena curiously. She was wondering why the woman had given her the flower if there was nothing wrong with it.
"It’s pretty," Helena said seeing Barbara’s look, her smile only growing as she pointed at the flower.
"It’s lovely," Barbara agreed, speaking for the first time since Helena had come inside. She raised an eyebrow at Helena obviously still not getting why she was given the pretty flower.
Helena merely looked at her, her eyes twinkling and her lips curled up mischievously.
Barbara leaned back in her chair, and looked at the brunette, staring at her hard for long moments. Helena was playing with her; she knew something that the redhead didn’t.
Helena stayed perfectly still allowing Barbara to carry out her visual inspection.
"Done?" Helena asked hearing Barbara sigh and frown at her slightly.
"Yes," Barbara replied though she was still looking at Helena thoughtfully.
"Did you find anything interesting?" Helena asked lightly, shifting her position.
"No," Barbara replied. "Just a whole lot of leather," she continued smiling crookedly. Helena did love that crooked smile.
The brunette pushed off of the desk and slid between it and Barbara leaning forward to rest her hands on the arms of Barbara’s chair leaving their face only inches apart.
She smiled at Barbara faintly, her eyes warm with fondness and then she leaned forward brushing her lips against Barbara’s softly, sweetly and briefly, pulling back mere seconds later to gaze into Barbara’s eyes, smiling at her dotingly once more.
She found the green pools staring at her curiously, a bit dubiously, and with a little confusion. Barbara’s brows wrinkled a bit as she looked at Helena and her eyes clouded a bit. She was about to start thinking. Helena didn’t want that.
Barbara looked down at her hand as Helena picked it up holding it in hers gently. She followed the brunette’s arm up to her shoulders, and her neck and then her face. Helena was looking at her hand intently, and then she moved to cradle it. Helena’s hand on the back of Barbara’s and she lifted it up, moving it towards her.
Barbara opened her mouth to speak she didn’t understand what was going on. Her mind was a bit fuzzy, she just needed a moment to think and she was sure she could’ve deduced what Helena was up to. But she didn’t get a chance to speak.
Helena captured Barbara’s lips with hers again, this time making the contact more firm, and passionate. And while she kissed the redhead, deepening the contact when Barbara parted her lips, she brought Barbara’s hand up to her breast placing the hand over it, using her own hand which covered Barbara’s to push against the flesh, rotating their hands in a caress, as they kissed for long moments.
Barbara moaned softly as she pulled her lips away from Helena, staring at the brunette with wide, dilated eyes. She could feel Helena’s breast in her hand, was painfully aware of the warmth and weight of it and how very good it felt. She could feel her heart beating erratically in her chest. Her head felt light. She swallowed.
"What’re you doing?" Barbara asked, her voice coming out deeper and rougher than normal.
"What are you doing?" Helena asked softly, her breath hitching slightly as she looked down at her chest. Barbara’s hand was squeezing her breast lightly, her thumb brushing over Helena’s nipple. Barbara was acting completely on her own, Helena’s own hand having returned to the arm of Barbara’s chair long before, needing to steady herself during the kiss.
Barbara pulled her hand back immediately as if bitten when she realized what she had been doing. She looked up at Helena who smiled at her.
"I didn’t mean for you to stop. I was just being pointed," Helena said softly, her hand reaching for Barbara’s again, but this time she didn’t bring it back up to her chest. She simply held it, her thumb stroking the soft skin. "Kiss me," Helena said looking back up at Barbara. "You know you want to," she said as she watched the redhead lick her lips for the fourth time since she had pulled away from Helena’s mouth.
"Is that what I want?" Barbara asked huskily. She was extremely aware of everything Helena. Of the warmth of her body, of her scent and the way her voice tickled her ears and sent a shiver through her body. She wasn’t sure if she meant the question or not.
"It is," Helena replied tenderly but confidently. "So kiss me," she continued softly.
Barbara hesitated, her eyes fluttering shut as Helena’s voice rolled through her, making her quiver. They opened again seconds later, focused on Helena’s lips. They were pink and wet, pouted slight and parted a bit. Her gaze traveled down the creamy, smooth skin of the brunette’s jaw, down to her neck and then further down the neckline of the brunette’s shirt, which allowed Barbara to see the tops of her breasts as they rose and fell with Helena’s breathing. Her gaze moved down further to a flat stomach encased in black, and gently, seductively curved hips. Then down further to deliciously tapered, long, lean legs, ending with cute feet encased in equally cute boots. Barbara raised her gaze from Helena’s feet back to her face, her eyes focusing on her lips again as Helena’s tongue poked out and licked at them, before her teeth ensnared her bottom lip as she chewed on it.
Barbara could feel something powerful, overwhelming, and completely alluring welling up inside of her, the intensity of it causing her to inhale sharply. She wanted to do more than kiss Helena. She wanted ravage her. Right then, right that moment. She wanted to grab her and bring her lips to her and kiss them until they were swollen and bruised. She wanted to climb on top of her and kiss every inch of her body as Helena struggled beneath her, moaning, helpless against the passion that Barbara inspired in her. She wanted to …
Barbara moaned pressing forward, her hand tangling itself in Helena’s hair as she kissed her. Her lips crashing against the brunette’s as their tongues dueled and Helena pressed forward into her, the kiss so hard with desperation and longing that it was teetering on the edge of painful.
Helena raised her left arm from where it rested on the chair and brought it up to Barbara’s, trailing it along the arm the redhead was using to grasp her head, as she continued to move her lips against Barbara’s. She rubbed the redhead’s hand softly, before taking hold of it, guiding it away from the back of her head as she pulled her lips away from Barbara’s.
"I’m going to take you into the bedroom," Helena said her voice rough with desire, though there was a bit of a question in her voice. She looked at Barbara who merely nodded her head, before leaning forward and capturing Helena’s lips again, sighing as Helena broke away and began to kiss her neck as she lifted Barbara into her arms.
Helena looked down at Barbara as she ran her hand up the redhead’s naked torso, starting at her hip and moving up slowly, until she reached Barbara’s breast. She used her hand to cup it and brought her lips down over the redhead’s excruciatingly erect nipple, tugging and it and sucking at it, hard and feverishly, her right hand entwined with Barbara’s as she pushed the redhead down onto the mattress.
Barbara scraped her nails of her free hand down Helena’s back, smiling as the brunette hissed with pleasure and tilted her head back giving Barbara access to her neck, which she took full advantage of, as she brought her hand around from Helena’s back to rest on her stomach pushing her back softly, as she kissed and nipped at her neck.
Helena gasped as she felt Barbara’s hands stretching hers above her head, pinning them there with her right hand, as the redhead kissed her jaw and down her neck, before moving to her chest, where she kissed all over her breast before finally taking Helena’s nipple into her mouth, biting down on it lightly before sucking it into her mouth as she ground herself against Helena’s hip bone.
Helena’s eyes closed, and her lips parted and she felt Barbara clench her fingers, pulling them deeper inside of the redhead, as she moved herself along Barbara’s thigh, pressing down and rubbing her sex along Barbara’s leg as she moved her fingers in and out of the redhead rapidly, her thumb stroking her clit, and pressing against it as she rocked them.
Barbara’s hand came up and around Helena’s neck, holding the brunette tight as her head tilted back and her body arched up desperately, her fingers moving up into Helena’s hair tugging it at first and then holding her head firmly in place as the brunette began to play with her breast, licking and sucking it as the hand that wasn’t inside of Barbara made it’s way under Barbara’s thigh elevating it slight to give herself better leverage as she rode Barbara’s leg.
Barbara’s body jerked up violently as her orgasm ripped through her body, her hips twitching and her body shaking as Helena’s fingers continued to move within her, drawing out her pleasure as the brunette’s lips moved against her own, swallowing her cries of ecstasy as a kaleidoscope of colour danced behind her eyelids and her body surged over and over again.
Helena dropped her head to Barbara’s shoulder, her mouth landing in the space between the redhead’s neck and shoulders, sucking the skin there as she moaned into Barbara’s skin as her hips slapped against the redhead’s and she flooded Barbara’s leg with her pleasure, her body shivering and shaking as she clutched at Barbara and the redhead wrapped her arms around her holding her tight as she trembled.
"Oh. My. God, Barbara," Helena breathed out softly as she drew her arms around the redhead, her head still resting on Barbara’s shoulder. "I mean … whoa," she continued breathlessly, kissing Barbara’s neck as her heart continued to pound her chest.
"I," Barbara started to respond, still slightly out of breath. The erotic haze that had descended upon her at the workstation was starting to clear, and she began to fully realize what had just happened between them. She tilted her down to look at Helena, her hand coming to rest under the brunette’s jaw to draw Helena’s face up so that she could see her eyes. "I," she started again but she as she gazed at Helena she couldn’t keep her train of thought as flashes flooded her mind, sounds and tastes from the previous hour coming back to her. She lapsed into an increasingly wide, kind of dirty smile. She couldn’t help it. It really had been ‘whoa’ as Helena had so artfully put it.
Helena smiled back, drinking in the redhead’s expression before leaning up and kissing her softly, lovingly.
Helena then looked at Barbara for a long moment. She wanted to tell Barbara that she was in love with her, but as she gazed down at the older woman, she could see that Barbara was still a bit overwhelmed by what had happened and was happening between them.
"I’d like to stay," Helena said looking down at the redhead, her hand moving to capture Barbara’s as she tangled their fingers together. It said enough about where she was, what she was feeling, for that moment. Barbara knew what she was like, that she was fuck and run kind of gal. Only she hoped this would get across to Barbara that that wasn’t going to happen with her.
"Okay," Barbara said softly, tracing her thumb across Helena’s cheek, looking at her kind of dazed but also happy. She leaned forward and kissed Helena softly. She didn’t want her to go. Ever. She wanted to keep her, right there beside her, pressed up against her forever.
Helena nodded and shifted slightly on the bed, turning them over a bit so that they ended up spooning, her lying behind Barbara with the redhead wrapped securely in her arms. She kissed the back of Barbara’s shoulder as they lay there in silence their breathing the only sound in the room.
"Helena," Barbara said long moments later. Her voice was quiet and vulnerable.
"Hmmm," Helena replied tightening the hold she had on Barbara protectively before placing another soft kiss on her shoulder.
"I never expected this," Barbara said softly, her mind racing as she spoke, thinking back over days, months, and years. Searching for some clue, some indication that could have prepared her to understand why what happened tonight had happened. Looking for the birth, or creation of the passion and love that had overwhelmed her and possessed her only moments before. Which still lingered in her heart, causing it to ache softly at the thought of the woman whose arms were wrapped around her holding her. She was looking, searching for a sign of the romantic love she now felt coursing through every inch of her being, and finding nothing but everything that had ever happened between them.
"But?" Helena asked hearing the continuation in Barbara’s voice.
"But," Barbara said chuckling softly, shifting in Helena’s arms to face her. "That," Barbara continued referring to their lovemaking as she traced Helena’s face. "Doesn’t just happen," she continued thoughtfully. "It’s like … I don’t know," she went on a little helplessly. "I can’t understand how I never saw it coming, because right now I can’t remember not feeling it," she said closing her eyes, as she let the feelings wash over her.
"Feeling what?" Helena asked carefully, not wanting to push Barbara. She didn’t want to get kicked out of the bed again.
Barbara looked at Helena seriously for a long moment, then moved forward brushing her lips against Helena’s softly and first and then with an increasing passion. She could feel, her heart start to beat faster and her body flush with excitement all over again. She slowed down, her lips no longer crashing against Helena’s but brushing them again, slowly and tenderly almost worshipful.
"Oh," Helena said smiling softly when Barbara pulled back from her. "That," she continued smiling wider, leaning forward to kiss Barbara, briefly. "That’s a good thing," Helena said softly as she reached up brushing some of Barbara’s hair off of her face. "A terrifying and wonderful thing. Aren’t emotions fun?"
"You’re not surprised by this," Barbara said a moment later looking at Helena contemplatively. "You’ve already reflected … and are feeling quite pleased with yourself. You knew this was going to happen," she continued, Helena’s words from earlier drifting back to her ‘kiss me. You know you want to.’ And she had wanted to, even though she didn’t know it at the time. "That I was, am … that I wanted … want … that," she trailed off blinking rapidly before sighing and looking over at Helena who seemed amused by her consternation.
"I … had an inkling," Helena said softly, carefully.
"And inkling?" Barbara asked. She clearly wanted a more substantial response than that.
"I was … looking for the signs, while you … were looking at everything but them," Helena responded gently, running her hand over Barbara’s taking it into hers as she spoke. "It just took me a while to work it all out, and then want to see the answer."
"I’m not following you," Barbara said softly, looking down at their intertwined hands.
"You couldn’t let yourself want me, could never admit it consciously, but it was there under the surface, under the propriety and law and conventions that bound us," Helena said thoughtfully. "It confused me at the time, I didn’t understand why you pretended like it wasn’t there, I thought that you knew, but you had no idea what you were doing even when you were doing it," she continued laughing softly kissing Barbara’s shoulder again.
"I still don’t …" Barbara started to say, though something was scratching at the back of her brain, pounding in there demanding release.
"You said my name," Helena said softly. "That night in your room. It’s why I continued to kiss you, why I didn’t understand when you stopped."
"What?" Barbara asked slowly, turning around in Helena’s arms so that she could see her.
"You were right of course," Helena said ignoring Barbara’s utterance. "Despite what I wanted and what you couldn’t want, it would’ve ended badly. Not that you ever would’ve let it start," she continued smiling softly.
"I did not want to have sex with you when you were seventeen," Barbara said seriously, shifting in Helena’s arms uncomfortably at the implication.
"No," Helena agreed, holding onto the struggling redhead. "Barbara, I know that. But you did want me in a way," she continued rubbing Barbara’s arm soothingly as she calmed a bit. "We’ve always been connected. Not exactly like we are now," she smirked as she looked between them. "I tried to turn it into something it wasn’t ready to be back then, not realizing that … it was beautiful as it was."
"I wasn’t able to conscious it up," Barbara said softly a moment later, thinking back, breathing in deeply as she did remember a moment, of attraction, of her watching Helena her eyes traveling the plains of the brunette’s body before she averted her gaze. Quietly complimenting the brunette’s natural beauty in quiet moments in the clock tower. Her eyes closing as others flowed into her mind now that the bridge had been burned.
Helena chuckled at her phrasing, but otherwise left her be for a few moments, seeing that Barbara was deep in thought.
"Why did you let me wait so long?" Barbara asked a second later a little grumpily as she leaned into Helena’s hand which was stroking her cheek.
"I had my own denial issues to deal with," Helena said seriously before leaning forward and brushing her lips against Barbara’s. "Acknowledging that you are hot and that I wanted your body was not one of them however," she continued smiling against the redhead’s lips as Barbara slapped her lightly on the arm. "I guess I was afraid."
"Of what?" Barbara asked brushing some charming disheveled hair out of Helena’s face.
"Of love," Helena replied softly. "Of being in love with you and needing you … and then losing you," she continued looking over at the redhead. "But sometime tonight I realized that I already was."
"Was what?" Barbara asked softly.
"In love with you. That whether or not I wanted to feel it, it was there. That I already needed you, and wanted you around in my life. So," Helena answered shrugging.
"You didn’t see any reason why we shouldn’t have sex," Barbara supplied smiling.
"I was going to put it more delicately than that," Helena replied smiling at her impishly.
"But that about sums it up," Barbara prodded.
Helena shrugged her smile turning lecherous as she raked her eyes over what was exposed of Barbara’s body.
"Where do we go from here?" Barbara asked. She’d turned back around in the brunette’s arms allowing Helena to draw her body against hers again, delightfully cocooned in Helena’s arms.
"Let’s worry about that tomorrow," Helena responded kissing Barbara’s shoulder.
The Next Morning …
Coffee. Barbara smelt coffee. A smile appeared on her face. She liked coffee. She wondered where it was coming from. She decided to open her eyes.
Helena leaned forward brushing her lips against Barbara’s as the redhead’s eyes fluttered open, smiling against her lips as Barbara jerked back slightly at the contact before relaxing again, sighing softly as Helena deepened the kiss a bit.
"Coffee," Barbara whispered when Helena pulled away.
The brunette smiled. "I love you too," she murmured sarcastically before leaning to the side and picking up a mug placing it under Barbara’s nose.
Barbara reached up behind her grasping the top of the bed frame and pulled herself into an upright position, the blanket sliding down her torso. She looked over at Helena but the woman’s eyes were focused on something lower. She looked down to see what had caught Helena’s attention when she realized that the brunette was staring at her naked chest. She tried to pull the blanket back up irrationally embarrassed, but couldn’t make it move up high enough with Helena sitting on top of it.
"Stop that," Helena said smiling as she glanced away from Barbara’s chest briefly to look up at her face. "I like the view," she continued bumping the mug against Barbara’s hand forcing the redhead to grasp it. She then leaned forward bracing her hands on both sides of Barbara’s waist and kissed her stomach just above where the blanket had pooled at her waist. From there she proceeded to leisurely kiss her way up Barbara’s torso, up in between the valley of her breasts before placing a kiss over her heart, and nuzzling her head into Barbara’s shoulder, kissing there too.
"I think you like more than the view," Barbara responded softly, reaching to her side to rest the coffee cup down on the night side table. She brought her hand around behind Helena’s neck rubbing it soothingly, as Helena smiled against her neck.
They stayed like that for a long moment, before Helena finally shifted slightly moving further onto the bed and lifted her head to look at Barbara. The redhead leaned forward brushing her lips against Helena’s, her hand starting to caress the brunette’s neck and back more suggestively as Helena’s hands found their way to her hips and began to run up and down her sides as their lips continued to meet.
Helena’s hand slowly began to slip beneath the blanket, causing Barbara to groan softly, her eyes fluttering shut as the brunette’s fingers began to slide along the now slick heat of her …
"Helena!" Dinah called banging on the bedroom door. "Are you in there? Alfred said you were in there? Are you in there?" she yelled.
"Yes! Okay, what do you want?" Helena yelled back peevishly turning her head to the side to look at the door. Her hand was still moving under the blanket and she could hear Barbara’s breaths start to become uneven. Dinah had to go away immediately.
"Somebody’s grouchy … oh wait it’s you," Dinah replied saucily. "I need to talk to you something," she continued. "Can I come in?"
"No," Helena replied immediately, sighing as she felt Barbara’s hand move to cover the one she had beneath the blanket slowly sliding it out. "I’ll be out in a second, go take your Flintstones chewables or something," she continued sliding off of the bed, noting the delicious flush of Barbara’s skin sadly. She wanted to make the skin sweaty too.
"They have all the essential nutrients," she heard Dinah mutter before she wandered away from the door, looking back over at Barbara to see that the redhead had slid the blanket up to her chin.
"I can help you get dressed," Helena offered with a hopeful smile.
Mere minutes later the brunette was in the kitchen fighting over the orange juice container with Dinah.
"Did you not go home last night?" Dinah asked looking at Helena’s wrinkled leathers as the brunette poured some coffee onto her sugar. Helena still had a lot of clothes and various items hanging around the clock tower but they were still in the closet of her old room, Dinah’s current room. It was actually very convenient, though Helena didn’t seem to want her to borrow any that particular morning.
"What are you my mother?" Helena asked looking over at the blonde smirking slightly. "Maybe I just like wearing these. Maybe they make me feel special," she continued glancing surreptitiously at Barbara who was steeping her tea with an intensity that suggested it held the answers to the mysterious of life. It was incredibly sexy, and Helena couldn’t help but wonder how that was possible.
"Or maybe," Dinah said slowly smiling back at Helena. "You got lucky last night and decided to feed yourself before going home and making yourself decent," she continued playfully shaking her head.
"My," Alfred said depositing a plate of pancakes into the middle of the table. "You three do have the most interesting breakfast conversations don’t you?" he continued, looking between Helena and Barbara and then over at Dinah.
"The kid just can’t keep her mind out of gutter," Helena replied looking at Alfred shaking her head sadly. "We’ve had to lock out the pay channels. It’s sad really," she continued smiling over at Dinah.
"I thought it was Tomb Raider," Dinah muttered blushing before looking away from Helena.
"Womb Raider," Helena laughed cutting into her pancakes looking over at Barbara who glared at her. She sniffed and cleared her throat. "Excellent as always, Alfred," she said straightening in her chair.
"What?" Helena asked looking at her. The kid looked cocky.
"You are so her bitch," Dinah muttered looking at Helena having noticed the look Barbara gave her and how Helena immediately shaped up.
"I’m nobody’s bitch," Helena replied immediately glaring at the blonde.
"That’s enough I think Dinah," Barbara said smiling cutting in before Helena could say anything else. She glanced over at Helena. "She’s right though," Barbara continued smirking crookedly at Helena. "You’re totally my bitch."
Helena leaned back in her chair at that, resting her arm along the back of it and stared at Barbara for a moment, her eyes raking over the redhead’s body before a small smile appeared on her face, and grew into a shit eating grin.
"Really, cause … I remember being on top," Helena said her eyes never leaving Barbara’s as she licked her lips.
Barbara to her credit reacted by simply picking up her teacup and taking a long drink as Helena continued to leer at her.
"Was that a joke?" Dinah asked a moment later, looking between the two of them. Barbara refused to meet anyone’s eyes and Helena looked down at her lap still smiling. Dinah looked between the two of them again her eyes widening. "Oh my god!" she practically squealed pointing between the two of them.
Alfred cleared his throat, leaning over Dinah’s shoulder to pick up one of the empty plates. "I believe somebody’s going to be late for school if they don’t hurry up and get packed," he said softly looking over at Dinah who was still gaping at Barbara and Helena.
"What?" Dinah asked blinking. "Oh yeah. Yeah," she said pushing her chair back and standing up. "Right. Barbara?" she asked seeing the redhead still in her pajamas.
"I’ll be along later, my first class is cancelled today because of the assembly," Barbara responded shifting in her chair. "Unless you …"
"I’ll give her a ride," Helena said standing up too, piling up three plates on top of each other and picking up the pitchers of milk and orange juice in the other hand following Alfred into the kitchen. Her previous waitressing skills came in handy every now and then. "We don’t want to rush perfection," she continued coming back into the eating area leaning over the back of Barbara’s chair as she spoke. "Besides, I’d do it anyway. What with me being your bi…"
"Oh just go," Barbara said turning to the side capturing Helena’s lips briefly before she could finish her sentence, before pulling away and pushing the brunette towards the door. "And play nice."
Helena smiled at her walking backwards with her hand over her heart for a few steps before winking at Barbara and turning to face Dinah slapping her on the back. With that they made their way to the lower part of the loft and into the apartment so Dinah could get her stuff together.
"You’re being superior," Barbara commented softly, turning her head to look at Alfred once the other two had gone. She had felt him watching her all morning. He’d probably figured out what happened when Helena had emerged from her bedroom half dressed to get that cup of coffee for her before she’d woken up.
"Perish the thought," Alfred responded taking a seat opposite Barbara at the table. "Being superior would mean making a comment along the lines of ‘I do say it’s about time’," he continued. "And I would never say that."
"You can say it, I promise not to be offended," Barbara replied knowing that Alfred really, really wanted to say it. He was a bit of a gossipy old lady, she’d come to realize soon after they’d met.
"Oh good," Alfred said perking up. "It’s about bloody time. There, that’s much better," he continued sighing and looking rather pleased.
"You mean to tell me you were expecting this?" Barbara asked looking over at him with genuine curiosity, wondering if anyone was surprised by this development besides her and Dinah.
"I assure you British eyes work just as well as North American ones," Alfred responded with a smile as he stood up once more.
"What’s that suppose to mean?" Barbara asked indignantly. "Are you telling me I’ve been ogling her or something?" she continued following his progress as he came to stand beside her.
"Congratulations," he said ignoring Barbara’s indignant queries, squeezing her shoulder lightly before stepping back. "Dinner’s in the fridge." And with that he too headed towards the exit, leaving Barbara alone in the clock tower’s kitchen.
She leaned back in her chair, soaking up the silence with her eyes closed for a moment, before running a hand through her hair and shaking her head, a small smile playing across her lips as she thought about her and Helena. Helena and her. Them. Together. Coupled.
It was crazy. It was completely insane, was what it was.
She smiled to herself goofily and headed back towards her bathroom.
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