Disclaimer - see Part 1. Some strong language.



Harley Quinn wiped the blood from her nose. And laughed. It was an insane laugh, and Helena was fed up of hearing it.

"Can't you just shut the fuck up for once?" she yelled, before landing a solid kick to Quinn's head. She felt a certain satisfaction in exacting her revenge on the woman who had made her life a living hell for the past year. She didn't notice the incongruity; she didn't care where she was, or why she was there. All she cared about was extolling as much pain upon the other person as she had Helena. Slightly winded, Quinn straightened up. Her laugh was a little less confident, now, as she struggled to maintain her balance.

Helena couldn't resist a smirk. "Hurts, doesn't it?"



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Barbara was struggling valiantly to keep a delirious Helena still. She was in the throes of a low-grade fever, and seemed to be fighting something.
Barbara hadn't felt as scared as this in a long while. She had managed to remove the bullets while Helena was still unconscious, shooting her with enough morphine to keep the pain at bay. Pristine bandages covered neat stitches in Helena's abdomen and shoulder, and Barbara was worried that Helena's movement might tear the stitches. Having decided the med-bed was probably not very comfortable, she had moved Helena into her room, which was slightly easier to access than Helena's.

Barbara decided against injecting more morphine, worried that she would never be able to bring Helena round. She was having enough trouble as it was.

"Dinah? Can you give me a hand in here?" She shouted loudly enough for anyone else in the Clocktower to hear her, and soon, a shaken and worried Dinah was standing in the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you could talk to her?"

Dinah knew what Barbara meant. She quickly crossed the room, pausing momentarily to ask the concerned redhead if Helena would mind.

"That's not what concerns me at the moment," Barbara replied, knowing that Helena would not like anyone seeing what was in her head, let alone Dinah, whom she had known all of a year. Sure, Helena loved her, in her own, sarcastic way, but Barbara seemed to be the only one she trusted with her darkest thoughts and fears. Barbara couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but was also very worried about Helena.

Dinah nodded, and raised her hand to Helena's warm forehead. "Here goes nothing..."

All of a sudden, she was on a rooftop. She was standing behind a trembling Helena, and in front of her, she could see a blonde woman. Quinn. Helena seemed to be saying something to the beaten woman in front of her, but she was too far away to make it out. She could, however, sense Helena's anger and pain, and was slightly overwhelmed by the feelings. She began to understand a little what Helena wanted to hide from her.

Coughing slightly, so as not to startle Helena, she slowly walked forward. Still, Helena did not turn to look at her.

"Hel......" Dinah approached with some trepidation. She could almost feel the tension from Helena's body, radiating off her in invisible waves.

"Kid, what are you doing here? You need to go."

Helena's reply was terse and ground out through gritted teeth.

"Helena, you need to get out of here. Barbara's worried about you."

"And where exactly is here?" Helena asked, slightly confused. She started to realize that maybe the landscape wasn't as real as it seemed.

"You don't remember?" Dinah asked, hoping Helena's memory would return. "You were shot in the art gallery. Barbara cleaned you up, but you're still unconscious."

Just the mention of Barbara's name caused Helena to turn around involuntarily, taking her eyes off the pitiful heap before her and focusing on Dinah.

Flashes of what had happened started to play in her mind's eye, reflected by the gloomy sky above.

"Whoa," Dinah exclaimed, seeing what Helena had seen before she had been taken down. "You remember?"

"Now I do," Helena said, shaking her head as if to dispel the images.

"Listen, Hel, you need to wake up. Barbara's worried about you," Dinah said, approaching Helena with more confidence and laying a hand on her arm. "I'm worried about you."

Helena's eyes flicked up briefly in surprise, but instead of making a remark, she closed them and sighed.

"I don't know if I want to go back," she said, casting a glance back to Quinn's crumpled form.

"You have to," Dinah stated emphatically. "Barbara needs you."

"No, she doesn't. I've caused her nothing but pain."

"And you'll cause her more pain by giving up on her. Please, you've got to wake up." Dinah heard Barbara's voice in her ear, calling her back.

Before she could say anymore, Dinah disappeared, and Helena was left alone to her thougts.


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Dinah's shoulders jerked as she came back to reality. Barbara looked at her, concerned.

"Are you okay?" she asked, knowing that inside Helena's head was probably not a trip worth repeating.

"Yeah," Dinah exhaled, slumping into a chair Barbara pulled out for her. "She's fighting Quinn in there. And herself."

Barbara closed her eyes briefly. "Did you talk to her?"

"Yeah. I just hope she listened."

As if on cue, Helena started to stir. Barbara immediately resumed her hold on Helena's hand, coaxing her back into consciousness, but not before casting a thankful glance at Dinah.

"Thank you," she whispered, close to tears.

Dinah smiled and left them to it.


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Three hours later


Helena grimaced a little as Barbara pulled out the IV.

"Much better," she sighed, scratching the area with her good hand.

"Hey, no scratching!" Barbara admonished, only slightly serious. She still couldn't believe that Helena was finally conscious.

Helena stuck out her tongue, before leaving the area alone and settling back into the pillows. "Now, this is the life. A comfy bed, daytime TV, and someone to answer all my whims."

"You should be so lucky!" Barbara said, laughing at the smile on Helena's face. *Its so good to have her back.* " Talking of, lots of bed-rest for you, young lady.

"But, -"

"No buts."

"How about butts?"

Barbara couldn't contain a smile. "We'll have to see about that."

Helena could hardly believe it. "Is that an offer?"

"Be good, and you'll find out."

*Is Barbara flirting with me?*

"Oh, Miss Gordon, is that a threat?"

'Damn right," said Barbara, leaning in to place a tender kiss on Helena's lips. *Damn the consequences. I love her, she needs to know it*.

Helena could hardly believe what was happening, but was spared an answer by a knock on the door. Barbara quickly pulled away, cheeks flushing as Dinah entered the room, along with a plate of Pop-Tarts.
*Barbara looks so cute when she blushes * Helena thought, licking her lips and staring at Barbara brightly. Barbara purposefully ignored her gaze, instead welcoming Dinah.

"I brought your favorite," she told Helena, holding out the plateful of pastries.

Helena gazed wide-eyed at the plate before her. Could this day get any better?

On to part 7...