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Hunter

It had been a good haul tonight. Catwoman was floating on air as she made her way across the rooftops. As usual - she stopped out on the balcony - looking into the Clock Tower across the way at the beautiful red head in the wheelchair. Barbara Gordon - at one time her mother's biggest nemesis. 'Until Joker took Selina away from me!' came the bitter thought. 'Even took Batgirl away from me. Before I even had a chance.'

'The ever-elusive Oracle.' Thought Helena wistfully. As she watched the redhead, she couldn't help but let her thoughts drift onto more - fleshly oriented thoughts. 'Barbara has managed to maintain a nice body.' Her hand made its way to her face, the fingernail of her index finger strayed toward her mouth to be caught between even white teeth. Helena Kyle had always had a thing for red heads. She had met and had a chance to get to know Barbara socially. Since she took of her Mother's businesses, she was expected to attend the social functions that one of New Gotham's business elite were obligated to attend. Barbara, as the Police Commissioners daughter had those same obligations. The woman was smart and had a wickedly dry sense of humor that Helena just couldn't get enough of.

In a way, it was a sad state of affairs that led her to buy the penthouse that was attached to the balcony where she now stood. Longing. A longing to know Barbara Gordon; to really know her - not just as the person seen at the social gatherings. What was Barbara like when she first rose in the morning? Did she wake up with a sunny disposition or barely have her eyes open until that first cup of coffee, Helena realized that it was possibly a pipe dream because of the social standings they each held, the fact that she didn’t really know if Barbara would even be interested and the most obvious, at least to Helena- the fact that she had taken over her Mothers alter ego.

Oracle knew that there was a New Catwoman, but as far as Helena knew, Oracle still had no idea who it was. Helena sauntered over into the shadows and sat down in a chaise she had placed there for one reason, and one reason only - to be able to watch her prey in secret. She removed the mask she wore and nibbled on a sharp nail that poked through her glove n again. This had become an unconscious habit that she had watched in her mother growing up. Her heart rate climbed as the red head came out on the balcony across the way. Helena sat up, her full attention focused across the way. This seemed to happen every night that Catwoman would come back from the hunt to celebrate in her own private way. Her celebratory "drink" was watching the woman who fasinated her. She had to stifle a giggle as she saw Barbara turn her head, seemingly to look in through the shadow - right at Helena.

"I know you are watching me. Why don't you show yourself?" Helena could hear the whisper on the wind from the gorgeous woman across the way. "I don't know who you are, but I will find out!" Barbara whispered a promis to the sky.

Leaning forward almost into the light, mesmerized by the redhead Helena thought 'Oh God - I want to. But I have ties I need to break first; ties that seem to get tighter and tighter around my throat like a noose. Tonight's haul should free me.' Helena thought sadly. She slowly rose, eyes flashing for a second, then turned and left the balcony - heading to the place were she dreaded going.

Meanwhile, on the balcony of the clock tower, Barbara's attention was drawn to the briefest of flashes from the dark, recessed balcony directly across the way. There and gone. As far as she knew, no one had bought the penthouse in that building. Yet so many nights, she felt as if she was being watched from there. Seeing the flash made her more determined to find out if the place had been purchased. She turned her chair and headed back into the computer console waiting for her. As she entered the room, she heard the tinny sounding 'Oracle?' coming through the headset she had set down on the work surface. Picking up the headset and settling it on her head, she responded, "I here Canary, what's up?"

Entering the apartment building across town, Helena wondered how the woman waiting upstairs had ever ensnared her. At first - it had been fun - sort of. It was a diversion. She had been beautiful. And she had fiery hair the color of another.

She entered the apartment after a quick elevator ride up. She set the case full of jewels down, removed her coat and gloves, and entered the one room with a light still on. It reminded her of a song that she had listened to when young. She paused, examining her reflection in the mirror while pondering the song. It had been about a hunter. She remembered that the character in the song had been in a relationship and wanted to be let go to be a hunter again. That is how she was feeling.

The red head, eyes puffy from too much alcohol and to many drugs, looked up and sneered as Helena entered. "Did you get my stuff?" She allowed her gaze to travel up and down Helena's body suggestively. Helena felt nauseous.

"Yes, I did. This makes us even Ellie. I no longer belong to you." Helena said calmly.

After she set the case in front of the other woman, Helena crossed to the window and looked out.

A line from the song came clearly to the forefront of her memory. 'To take a chance on life again.' She so wanted to do that. More than ready to change her life for the better, she wanted to walk away from this and maybe... 'No, I can't think about that, not yet.'

The red head opened the case and let out a low whistle. "I don't know kitten. You do real good work. Maybe I'll just have to buy you a prettier collar and hang on to you awhile."

This caused a sick wrenching in Helena's stomach. There was no way in hell she was going to stay around here and have that heavy-handed woman paw at her any longer. She whipped around; eyes flashed red in anger, one side of her lips lifting in a snarl. She slowly advanced on the woman sitting with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

The woman, who misread the look, licked her lips in anticipation, thinking her kitten wanted a "proper" reward, but what she received in turn was a back hand across her once beautiful face that sent her toppling over the back of her chair.

She got up with a chuckle, "So - the little kitten wants to play rough tonight does she?" Ellie lunged at Helena, who stood her ground; side stepped at the last second and gave the red head a helping push with her foot into the wall.

The woman slumped down to the floor. There may have been a time she could have held her own over Helena, but the booze and drugs had done their worst to her. Breathing hard, she wheezed, "Back off little cat - you know I have you over a barrel! So don't even try it!" she threatened.

With a sweet little smile that would make the hardest man melt, Helena leapt at the woman, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her up against the wall. "Not any more Red. I've bided my time, waiting, watching you.." then ominously growled "following you!"

The red head paled considerably.

"I know where you were keeping that wonderful file on me." Ellies eye grew wide. "Yes, I said were keeping the file. Past tense. I have it now, or had. Its been destroyed. And your flunkies have been - shall we say, taken care of?" Dropping the woman and straightening her silk jacket, she stepped back and looked down at the pathetic woman clutching at her throat while she slumped to the floor.

"Now - I have a proposition for you. One you will not enjoy- but one I will!" Her pupils suddenly turning into vertical slits, she got right into the red heads face. "You will leave New Gotham in one hours time, never to return or talk to anyone about me or you will die!" Helena straightened, took two steps back, and awaited an answer.

"What makes you think I will agree to that? I answer to a very powerful man who has grown accustomed to the weekly goodies you bring in.. and I'm not going to give anything up. You can't kill me and you know it!" She said with a gloating look on her face.

A high-heeled foot snaked out and knocked the woman's head into the wall, this time cracking the plaster. Tossing a large diamond ring obviously fitted for a man, into the woman's lap. "This is what makes me think you will do exactly as I say. Obviously, your "powerful man" wasn't as powerful as you thought."

Picking up the ring, the red head realized that her backing muscle was no longer available. She had a calculating look on her face for a second. Looking at the case full of jewels, she took the coward's way out. She got up quickly, grabbed the case and left, almost at a run.

Helena laughed while she headed to the door, taking her time to fix her hair and straighten her necklace in the entryway mirror; she slipped her coat back on and stuffed her gloves into a coat pocket.

As she walked out of the building, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number by heart. Two short rings and there is an answer, Helena purred into the phone, "Hello Barbara? This is Helena Kyle. Sorry for the late evening call, but I was wondering if you would like to get together for a drink…."

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