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Birds of Prey
The Commissioner O'Reiley Sega
Episodes 1 & 2
THE HUNTED Part 1 and 2
THE HUNTED PART 1
CHAPTER 1
The rain was pouring down from the heavens onto all of New Gotham. Just on the outskirts of New Gotham was Arkum Cemetery. There, a crowd of mourners dressed in black suits and dresses surrounding a coffin that was laid on a board over the hole which had been dug out for the coffin. On top of the coffin there were a bouquet of flowers and roses.
In the front of the crowd was Barbra Gordon, stricken lame in her wheel chair. On her right was Helena, also dressed in black, but unsurprisingly that color suited her very well. On Barbra's other side was Dinah. Both she and Helena stood by their mentor, their comrade, and their friend in her time of grief. There in the coffin was Wade, the man that she had only just begun to open her heart to before his life was taken by Harley Quinn.
The funeral service had come to and end and the people began to scatter except for Barbra, Helena, and Dinah. Jesse Reese had walked up besides Helena and put his arm around her shoulder. Helena placed a hand on Barbra's shoulder. Barbra look up at her friends and smiled.
"Are you going to be alright?" Dinah asked, showing concern for Barbra.
"I'll be fine." Barbra took a deep breath. "There's no point hanging around here getting nothing accomplished. We still have lots to do to get the clock tower back to the way it was."
"I wish I can help you three out, but today the new police commissioner arrives and he wants to meet with all of his detectives." Reese replied.
Helena brushed off his arm looked down to her feet. " I really screwed things up. I should have known it was her. Now, Wade is dead, the clock tower was destroyed, and the police commissioner was just one of the hundred who were killed in the chaos Harley Quinn caused. What a hero I'm turning out to be."
"Helena, there was nothing any of us could have done. Dr. Quinzel obviously had planned this whole thing for months. No one knew she was Harley Quinn. I though she perished along side with the Joker many years back. It's as much my fault as it is yours."
"Is that suppose to make me feel better?" Helena snapped. "A hundred innocent people died out there, all because I blabbed by mouth. Man, if my father could see me now."
"Helena…" Reese tries to console her but she pushed away.
"Not now!" She turned and walked away. She walked abruptly past a young woman. She looked back at Helena who didn't look back or give any form of acknowledgment of her existence. The young girl grinned as the skin on her face gently rippled like a stone dropping into a pond.
Dinah was about to pursue her, but Barbra grabbed her arm. "No, don't go after her. She needs some time to herself. Let her blow off some steam and think thinks through for awhile. When I was working with Bruce as Bat Girl when I went through the exact same thing. She'll pull out of it."
"I have to get going. I'll stop by the clock tower to help out a little later."
"I appreciate it."
* * * *
Reese walked up to his desk where he was met bat a large and hefty young man dressed in a tan trench coat and a black hat. "Detective Reese?"
He was stunned for a moment as he shook the gentleman's hand. "Commissioner O'Reiley?"
"That's me. It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard that you were the best detective in Gotham."
"Whatever you heard about me, all I was doing was my job."
"You helped stop one of the most dangerous villains that Gotham has seen in many years. To me, that sounds like above and beyond the call of duty. Thanks to you, Harley Quinn is behind bars where she belongs. It just sadden me that I've gotten this job under these kinds of circumstances. Commission Donaldson was a good man."
"Yes he was," Reese agreed.
"So is it true, Detective Reese, that we have a new protector of Gotham? What was her name…The Huntress?"
"It appears that that is the case," Reese replied. He did not know where he was going with this and was not going to feed him any new information. He was going to wait and see his intentions.
"Don't be so modest, detective. Everyone here seems to know about your connection to Helena Kyle. Everyone is calling her Gotham's newest hero since the days of Batman."
"I am sorry, sir, but I don't know if Batman is real or a folk lore. I have troubles believing that man would dress up like a bat and roam Gotham fighting crime."
"Well believe it, detective. I was young, but I knew Commissioner Gordon, and I remember him lighting up the bat signal as a calling card to Batman whenever there was trouble. Batman was my hero when I was young." Reese did not know where this was going. This whole discussion felt wrong and uncomfortable. "Now don't get worried, detective. I am not going to ask you to reveal any secrets like the location of their hideout or anything. It's just nice to know that the Gotham Police force has help when we need it. When the time comes for help, I know who to go to to call for help."
"Yes, sir. I think I will be able to do that, when the times comes," Reese felt a little bit better now. The Commissioner didn't know all the details, so the clock tower was still a decent base for his friends. The secret was still intact. Barbra would be relieved to hear this.
* * * *
It was late night and Helena was sitting on the ledge of an old five story building. She was not wearing her ear piece, because she knew that Barbra would be able to find her. All she wanted was to be alone to think things out.
She remembered her last appointment with Dr. Quinzel. She recalled everything she had said to her. How could she let her guard down and reveal everything about their hideout and friends. Even if Dr. Quinzel was sincere and innocent, revealing everything she had was very dangerous. How could she have been so stupid? What kind of hero would have taken such a reckless risk? Batman had never let his guard down, except to her mother.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw an old woman walking with her cane, across the street. Coming out of an alleyway was a mugger, with a knife in hand, making his way for the old lady. "Great, it looks like I've got something to let loose on!"
She jumped to her feet and jumped off the ledge. She feel one story unto the metal emergency railing. She grabbed hold of the metal railing and swung herself under the railing down towards the ground. The mugger was about to reach the old women until he turned to see Helena land on the ground with her two feet. The old woman was also startled by her presence and fell to the ground.
"What do we have here? You're a pretty one? How about you and I have some fun?" The mugger grinned.
Helena stood five feet from her and grinned. "You must not be from around here. In that case, I promise to take it easy on you."
The mugger, holding his knife in front of him, approached Helena. Helena violently and without warning, high kicked the knife out of his wrist with his right foot. As soon as her right foot touched the ground again, she instantly shifted her weight and kicked the mugger in the face with her other foot. The power of the kick sent him flying and twisting in mid air until he hit the ground unconscious. "Well, that was boring."
She walked over to help the old lady to her feet. "Let me help you up." The old lady did not look up. Helena reached down for her arm, but the next thing she knew, the old lady swung upward with extreme strength across her face. She was sent flying and crashed into the garbage dumpster, leaving a huge indentation in the center of the dumpster. Helena grimaced in pain as she looked up.
The old lady stood up perfectly without the can. Suddenly, her whole body began to morph. Her face was becoming more young, her grey hair was turning black, and even her clothes were morphing. In just seconds, the morph was complete and Helena was in shock. Standing there now was the splitting image of herself grinning down at her. The old lady had morphed into another Huntress.
Birds of Prey
The Commissioner O'Reiley Sega
Episodes 1 & 2
THE HUNTED Part 1 and 2
THE HUNTED PART 1
CHAPTER 1
The rain was pouring down from the heavens onto all of New Gotham. Just on the outskirts of New Gotham was Arkum Cemetery. There, a crowd of mourners dressed in black suits and dresses surrounding a coffin that was laid on a board over the hole which had been dug out for the coffin. On top of the coffin there were a bouquet of flowers and roses.
In the front of the crowd was Barbra Gordon, stricken lame in her wheel chair. On her right was Helena, also dressed in black, but unsurprisingly that color suited her very well. On Barbra's other side was Dinah. Both she and Helena stood by their mentor, their comrade, and their friend in her time of grief. There in the coffin was Wade, the man that she had only just begun to open her heart to before his life was taken by Harley Quinn.
The funeral service had come to and end and the people began to scatter except for Barbra, Helena, and Dinah. Jesse Reese had walked up besides Helena and put his arm around her shoulder. Helena placed a hand on Barbra's shoulder. Barbra look up at her friends and smiled.
"Are you going to be alright?" Dinah asked, showing concern for Barbra.
"I'll be fine." Barbra took a deep breath. "There's no point hanging around here getting nothing accomplished. We still have lots to do to get the clock tower back to the way it was."
"I wish I can help you three out, but today the new police commissioner arrives and he wants to meet with all of his detectives." Reese replied.
Helena brushed off his arm looked down to her feet. " I really screwed things up. I should have known it was her. Now, Wade is dead, the clock tower was destroyed, and the police commissioner was just one of the hundred who were killed in the chaos Harley Quinn caused. What a hero I'm turning out to be."
"Helena, there was nothing any of us could have done. Dr. Quinzel obviously had planned this whole thing for months. No one knew she was Harley Quinn. I though she perished along side with the Joker many years back. It's as much my fault as it is yours."
"Is that suppose to make me feel better?" Helena snapped. "A hundred innocent people died out there, all because I blabbed by mouth. Man, if my father could see me now."
"Helena…" Reese tries to console her but she pushed away.
"Not now!" She turned and walked away. She walked abruptly past a young woman. She looked back at Helena who didn't look back or give any form of acknowledgment of her existence. The young girl grinned as the skin on her face gently rippled like a stone dropping into a pond.
Dinah was about to pursue her, but Barbra grabbed her arm. "No, don't go after her. She needs some time to herself. Let her blow off some steam and think thinks through for awhile. When I was working with Bruce as Bat Girl when I went through the exact same thing. She'll pull out of it."
"I have to get going. I'll stop by the clock tower to help out a little later."
"I appreciate it."
* * * *
Reese walked up to his desk where he was met bat a large and hefty young man dressed in a tan trench coat and a black hat. "Detective Reese?"
He was stunned for a moment as he shook the gentleman's hand. "Commissioner O'Reiley?"
"That's me. It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard that you were the best detective in Gotham."
"Whatever you heard about me, all I was doing was my job."
"You helped stop one of the most dangerous villains that Gotham has seen in many years. To me, that sounds like above and beyond the call of duty. Thanks to you, Harley Quinn is behind bars where she belongs. It just sadden me that I've gotten this job under these kinds of circumstances. Commission Donaldson was a good man."
"Yes he was," Reese agreed.
"So is it true, Detective Reese, that we have a new protector of Gotham? What was her name…The Huntress?"
"It appears that that is the case," Reese replied. He did not know where he was going with this and was not going to feed him any new information. He was going to wait and see his intentions.
"Don't be so modest, detective. Everyone here seems to know about your connection to Helena Kyle. Everyone is calling her Gotham's newest hero since the days of Batman."
"I am sorry, sir, but I don't know if Batman is real or a folk lore. I have troubles believing that man would dress up like a bat and roam Gotham fighting crime."
"Well believe it, detective. I was young, but I knew Commissioner Gordon, and I remember him lighting up the bat signal as a calling card to Batman whenever there was trouble. Batman was my hero when I was young." Reese did not know where this was going. This whole discussion felt wrong and uncomfortable. "Now don't get worried, detective. I am not going to ask you to reveal any secrets like the location of their hideout or anything. It's just nice to know that the Gotham Police force has help when we need it. When the time comes for help, I know who to go to to call for help."
"Yes, sir. I think I will be able to do that, when the times comes," Reese felt a little bit better now. The Commissioner didn't know all the details, so the clock tower was still a decent base for his friends. The secret was still intact. Barbra would be relieved to hear this.
* * * *
It was late night and Helena was sitting on the ledge of an old five story building. She was not wearing her ear piece, because she knew that Barbra would be able to find her. All she wanted was to be alone to think things out.
She remembered her last appointment with Dr. Quinzel. She recalled everything she had said to her. How could she let her guard down and reveal everything about their hideout and friends. Even if Dr. Quinzel was sincere and innocent, revealing everything she had was very dangerous. How could she have been so stupid? What kind of hero would have taken such a reckless risk? Batman had never let his guard down, except to her mother.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw an old woman walking with her cane, across the street. Coming out of an alleyway was a mugger, with a knife in hand, making his way for the old lady. "Great, it looks like I've got something to let loose on!"
She jumped to her feet and jumped off the ledge. She feel one story unto the metal emergency railing. She grabbed hold of the metal railing and swung herself under the railing down towards the ground. The mugger was about to reach the old women until he turned to see Helena land on the ground with her two feet. The old woman was also startled by her presence and fell to the ground.
"What do we have here? You're a pretty one? How about you and I have some fun?" The mugger grinned.
Helena stood five feet from her and grinned. "You must not be from around here. In that case, I promise to take it easy on you."
The mugger, holding his knife in front of him, approached Helena. Helena violently and without warning, high kicked the knife out of his wrist with his right foot. As soon as her right foot touched the ground again, she instantly shifted her weight and kicked the mugger in the face with her other foot. The power of the kick sent him flying and twisting in mid air until he hit the ground unconscious. "Well, that was boring."
She walked over to help the old lady to her feet. "Let me help you up." The old lady did not look up. Helena reached down for her arm, but the next thing she knew, the old lady swung upward with extreme strength across her face. She was sent flying and crashed into the garbage dumpster, leaving a huge indentation in the center of the dumpster. Helena grimaced in pain as she looked up.
The old lady stood up perfectly without the can. Suddenly, her whole body began to morph. Her face was becoming more young, her grey hair was turning black, and even her clothes were morphing. In just seconds, the morph was complete and Helena was in shock. Standing there now was the splitting image of herself grinning down at her. The old lady had morphed into another Huntress.