Fan Fiction


Love and Betrayal

by Melissa Minners

Disclaimer and Other Information:  It should be noted that all of the characters and many of the locales in this fan fiction are not mine.  They are owned by The WB.  This fan fiction is somewhat of an homage to the series and was written during the one and only season of Birds of Prey.  I began writing BOP fan fiction after some annoyance at one of the characters created for the show.  The whole idea of writing a fan fiction is to take a show, movie, etc. that you enjoy and put your own spin on it and that is what I have done.  This particular story takes place some time after the episode entitled Three Birds and a Baby. I have used a little liberty here with events. I thought this idea up a while back before the episodes that followed Three Birds, so keep in mind that none of the episodes that followed come into play here. This was my first foray into online fanfic and first appeared on a little website known as Birds of Prey Online.  I hope you enjoy.

Chapter Four

            "Who the hell is that?" he thought. He stood cloaked in shadow in the hospital hallway just across from Barbara Gordon's room. He had been incensed to discover that she'd survived the attack at the school. He'd heard that Barbara's charge, Dinah, had found her and saved her life. He had waited until 3AM to come to New Gotham Memorial to finish the job he'd begun at the school. No one was supposed to be here at this hour. The idiots at New Gotham's police precinct hadn't even thought to post a guard, even knowing that her father had been the Commissioner. So, who was this woman, clad in black, lurking in the darkest shadows of the room, guarding his prey? Well, he was a patient man. He'd waited this long to get back at Gordon, he can wait a little longer to complete his mission.


            Dinah stumbled into the kitchen, where Alfred had already begun preparing a light breakfast. She was exhausted, having woken up several times during the night after dreams of discovering Barbara's body in her classroom.

            "Good morning, Miss Dinah, I do hope I didn't wake you."

            "No, Alfred. I couldn't sleep." She rubbed at her eyes and sat at the table.

            "Worried about Miss Barbara, no doubt," he gave her a knowing glance. "Well, you're not alone. Miss Barbara is like a niece to me. But it's not just Miss Barbara that I'm worried about." He brought a plate of eggs and bacon over to Dinah.

            "Helena," Dinah said, toying with her eggs, finding that she wasn't really hungry.

            "Yes," Alfred nodded. "Underneath that hard exterior, there still lurks that frightened little girl that Miss Barbara took in seven years ago. Miss Helena tries very hard to make others believe that she doesn't need anyone in her life, but I know the truth. I've watched her grow under Miss Barbara's care and I've witnessed how close those two have become. It would devastate Miss Helena to lose Miss Barbara, and vice-versa."



            Helena crouched in the darkest corner of the room. Dawn was fast approaching and she had to be ready to spring out of sight once the change of shift began. So far, there had been no sign of Barbara's attacker, though she'd sensed something earlier. The feeling was strong enough for her to risk peeking out of the room into the shadows of the darkened hallway. But by then, the feeling was gone, and the hallway was empty.


            Helena jumped up. Barbara groaned again. Helena watched the hallway from her hiding spot in the room. Noting no activity, she quickly stepped to Barbara's bedside. Barbara groaned a third time.

            "Shh," she whispered, brushing a lock of Barbara's hair from her forehead. "It's okay, Barbara. You're safe."

            Barbara stirred, her eyelids fluttering. Then, suddenly, they snapped open, her eyes darting back and forth, taking in her surroundings. Her eyes grew wide with fear.

            Helena, taking Barbara's hand, spoke in soothing tones, "Barbara, it's okay. You're in the hospital, but you're gonna be okay." She hoped it was true. From the look on Barbara's face, she didn't seem to know where she was.

            "NO! Not again! I can't go through this again!" The first thought that ran through Barbara's befuddled mind upon finding herself in a hospital room, was that she was somehow reliving her last stay, when one bullet from Joker's gun changed her life forever. Then her eyes focused on Helena's concerned features, and everything came back to her - almost everything. She knew she wasn't in the hospital as a result of being shot by Joker - that had happened years ago - but she couldn't remember why she was here.


            "Helena..." That wasn't her voice - it sounded so weak. She tried again. "Helena...What...? Where...?" Barbara grew frustrated as the words wouldn't come. As dazed and confused as she felt, she realized that she must have suffered a head injury.

            Relief washed over Helena when Barbara whispered her name. She had recognized her. That was good, but she still looked pretty confused.

            "You're in New Gotham Memorial Hospital. You were attacked at the school. Dinah found you. Do you remember?"

            Barbara stared at Helena. She'd heard the explanation, but found that she couldn't remember having been attacked.

            "No...I...I don't remember."

            "Damn!" Helena thought. "Try, Barbara. You went to work yesterday morning. What happened when you got there?"

            Barbara searched her memory. She must have suffered a head injury of some kind - thinking hurt.

            "I stopped by Wade's classroom to ask if he wanted to get some breakfast, but he wasn't there. I ran into Mrs. Lirza and we got into a discussion about the new curriculum.... After that, I went to the department meeting, which lasted about an hour....When I finally got to my classroom, I decided to lock myself in, so I could spend some time working on paperwork uninterrupted...."

            C'mon, Barbara, you have to remember. Who did this to you?! It took every ounce of patience Helena had to keep her voice steady, "What happened then?"

            "I...I...closed the door...went to the desk and..." She gaped at Helena, suddenly remembering, "...someone was there, just beyond the doorway - just out of sight. I just barely caught a glimpse of his shape in my peripheral vision. I started to turn my head toward him and...and...I...I...don't remember."

            Helena forced herself to conceal the frustration she felt at having gotten so close to finding out the identity of Barbara's attacker. She made one more effort to coax the information from Barbara.

            "You said 'him'. How did you know it was a man?"

            "I...I don't know. I said 'him', but it could just as easily been a woman. I didn't see the person's face." Disappointment competed with anger for control of Barbara's bruised features.

            "It's okay, Barbara. Don't push yourself too hard. Right now, you need to rest. Go back to sleep."

            "You said Dinah found me. Is she okay?"

            "She was a bit freaked out. I sent her home with Alfred. She'll probably be back in a few hours."

            Barbara frowned. Her brain may not be working as fast as normal, but she had done the math. She had been attacked sometime during the day. Helena had sent Dinah home. It was dark in the room and the hallway beyond.

            "How long have you been here, guarding me?"

            "Oh, a couple of hours, or so."

            "Right. You've been here all night, haven't you?"

            Helena flashed her a sheepish grin - the kind she used to get every time she caught Helena ditching school. "It's no big deal. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

            "You could have gotten your detective-friend to post a cop at the door."

            Helena glanced away, intending to ignore the comment. Then, thinking better of it, she locked her eyes with Barbara's.

            "I needed to know you were safe. The only way I could be sure was to guard you myself. I couldn't trust your safety to anyone else." There, she'd said it. It was as close as she could come to admitting how much she cared for Barbara - while she was conscious anyway.

            "Promise me that you'll get some rest as soon as Dinah gets here," Barbara said, as sternly as she could manage. She couldn't quite get past that lump in her throat that had magically appeared after Helena's last statement. She knew it was hard for Helena to admit her feelings - even to herself. Barbara knew that Helena cared as much for her as she did for Helena. It was just nice sometimes to hear her say it.

            "I promise," Helena responded, impatiently. "Now get some rest, okay?" With that, Helena retired to the far corner of the room to watch as Barbara slept.


            Helena had to quietly slip out of the room once the shift change began. Too many people roaming in and out of the room. Especially now that they knew Barbara was conscious. She hid in a storage room across the hall and watched Barbara's room from there. Meanwhile, she used the comms to quickly let Dinah know that Barbara was conscious. Knowing that she couldn't stay hidden in the storage closet for long, Helena decided to take a gamble. Waiting until she was sure that no one would see her exit the closet, she strode purposefully toward the Nurse's Station.

            "My name is Helena Kyle. I'm here to find out about Barbara Gordon's condition."

            The nurse peered at Helena over her reading glasses. "And you are...?"

She used to be my guardian. Now we're...close friends."


            Dinah arrived a mere fifteen minutes after Helena called.

            "You were speeding," Helena chided.

            "Can you blame me? How is she?"

            "She's conscious. She remembers everything up to the attack, but she doesn't remember the attacker." Helena's trick had worked. The nurse refused to divulge any information until the doctor had examined Barbara, but at least they weren't trying to kick her out. "The doctor is supposed to be coming to check her out. The nurse thinks I just walked in, so act surprised when she tells you that Barbara's awake."

            "Cool. So she doesn't remember what happened?"

            "No, but something she did remember has been bothering me. Barbara locks her classroom door every time she leaves. She said that when she got to the school, she didn't get to go to the classroom until later that morning. That means that the door was still locked when she got there. She relocked the door to give her some privacy. She said that whoever had attacked her had been waiting for her. They would have had to have keys to get into the classroom and lock the door behind them, right?"

            Dinah absorbed the information that Helena was relating and realized that she was right, unless..."What if the attacker was a metahuman? Maybe they could get into the room without keys somehow."

            Helena's face fell. She hadn't thought about that.

            Damn! That was my one solid lead! Now what?!

            Dinah, sensing Helena's frustration, laid a hand on her arm. "Don't worry, we'll get this creep. At least Barbara's okay."

            "Yeah, but..."

            "Hey! Dinah! Helena!"

            They both turned to see Barbara's boyfriend Wade walking towards them, concern on his face.

            "I walked in to school today and they told me Barbara had been attacked. I can't believe this happened! I take one day off and... Is she okay?"

            Helena let Dinah explain what had happened to Wade. Meanwhile, she went over her conversation with Barbara and what little Dinah knew about the attack. She just couldn't help feeling that whoever had attacked Barbara was somehow tied to the school. She didn't know why, but the idea kept nagging at her. Helena was certain that the answer would be found there. As soon as the nurse let them in to see Barbara, Helena would go check out the school. Barbara would be safe with Dinah. And Wade. Alfred would probably show up, too. "And if I don't get some sleep, I'll be useless. Besides having to hear one of Barbara's lectures. She smiled to herself. It wouldn't be so bad to hear one of those lectures, would it?" she thought.



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