All right, I know, I don't finish yet the other fic but this is different. So, please, don't kill me. And besides... is excellent for christmas time. :thumb: This is the third part of little Helena Kyle. She comes back; i accept ideas, suggestions, and everything. Enjoy!

Thanks to Shaddyand nutstalker for her help editing this fic...

About pee and other problems

Leslie laughed at the phone. Selina Kyle's comment had been so funny. She was at her office finishing her work day.

"All right, don't worry," she said "just give her pills and everything will be fine. Right, bye. See you tomorrow."

Smiling she leaned back on her chair. Selina was a nice woman, and her daughter Helena, a demon of a kid. She gave her a lot of headaches; she remembered the day she had met her "little monster," as she called the child.

Selina had just moved in New Gotham, when she met her. The elegant and beautiful woman had arrived one day at her office and asked her to be Helena's doctor; Selina told her Bruce Wayne had recommended her, she needed someone whom she could trust.

Leslie Thomkins thought, at the beginning, that Selina was joking, she knew her past as a criminal very well. And she didn't understand how Bruce could have a love affair with her; which was very well known throughout. They were opposing personalities. Besides, she wasn't a pediatric doctor, but Selina said it didn't matter. Her child was not a normal child.

Finally, she had accepted. Helena was nine and she was not a piece of cake, she hated doctors. So, her first encounter was not pleasant. Selina had left the little brunette alone with her while she went out to buy some medicines.

"Helena, is it done?" Leslie sighed, rolling her eyes, She was leaning against the door frame of her office.

"I can't!" Helena answered inside the bathroom.

"You've been in there for ten minutes, how is possible that you can't?" The doctor crossed her arms.

"I can't."

"Wait a second." Leslie went to her desk and poured a big glass of water. She went towards the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Helena asked again inside the room.

"Leslie, who else? Open the door."

"No way!"

"Helena! Why not?"

"I'm peeing."

"You told me you can´t pee, so you are not peeing."

"I'm trying to pee because you asked me to, but I can't" the child protested.

"Open the door. I want to give you a glass of water." Leslie raised her eyes.

"Mom says it's dirty to eat or drink inside a bathroom."

Sometimes the old doctor needed all of her patience with Selina's child. "Pull your pants up and come out of the bathroom, drink the glass of water and go back inside and try to pee."

A few seconds later, she heard the door opening. Helena looked at the glass of water. "It's too big."

"It's better, in this way you'll pee more."

"The water is not the problem."

"So what is it?" Leslie raised her brow.

"I don't feel comfortable trying to pee in a cup." Helena looked back at the small plastic cup that Thomkins had given her.

"Helena, it's easy, just pee like you do every day." Leslie gave her the glass of water.

"I feel stupid trying to pee in there." She swallowed the water.

"Don't think about it and just do it! It's easy."

"Why do you need to examine pee? That is disgusting." Helena licked her lips.

"Chemical examinations," Leslie tried not to be annoyed, "it's done on pee all the time. It's the only way to know if you have some virus or sickness."

"But pee is dirty." The child finished the water.

Dr. Thomkins took the glass and pushed the little girl inside. "Pee shows a doctor many things about the body." She closed the door, "Now just pee."

"My pee would be too much for that little cup," Helena said from inside the room.

"I know, I just need a sample, now please, fill it." Leslie sighed and waited patiently for a few seconds, she shook her head. "Ready?"

"I'm sitting over the cup, but the pee doesn't want to come out."

"Let it flow."

"Mom knows that you use pee to work?"

"Yes." The doctor put her back against the door and rubbed her eyes. "Everybody knows that."

"And she had to pee in a small cup?" the child asked again.

"Everybody pees in a cup when doctors need to run tests on them." Leslie exclaimed, exasperated.

"I'm trying, I'm trying… Isn't there another way to do these tests?"

"Yes, you are right, I have another way." Now Thomkins was more annoyed than ever, "Where did I put my syringe?"

"Syringe?" Helena asked, surprised.

"I need my syringe to take some blood from you to do the tests. You are right. It would be easier than waiting all day for you to pee." Leslie began to open some of the drawers of her desk, making noise. "I just need a good needle and my syringe. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt much."

The bathroom door opened. Helena, making a face, put the cup with pee on the desk. "Here is your thing."

"Ah?" Leslie feigned surprise. "How? I thought…."

"You doctors are disgusting," Helena moved her head, "pee, syringes, yecch!"

"Thanks so much, Helena. Did you wash your hands?"

"In a second." The kid ran toward the bathroom, while Leslie took the cup and closed it before putting it inside a plastic bag.

She was putting her gloves in the trash when Helena walked out.

"Wasn't that easy?" the doctor smirked.

"It was weird," the little child grumbled. "I don't like doctors."

"So you don't like me?" Leslie leaned against the table.

"I didn't say that…"

"It's a shame, I usually give my friends a little present." She pulled a bag of poptarts out of her pocket. Selina had told her that Helena loved them. A treat was always a good way to soften a child's heart. Helena's eyes opened wide. "But, you don't like me and that means we can't be friends."

"I like you." Her little blue eyes were shining, fixed on the bag.

"You said you don't like doctors."

"I said doctors, not you."

"Oh… I see, and so, if we are friends you trust me."

"Yea!"

"I need to check your tonsils."

"No way!" Helena stepped back.

"I see." Leslie put the bag inside her pocket.

"That is blackmail!"

"A very bad word between friends."

"I didn't want to say that." Helena covered her eyes.

"So?"

"All right!" The brunette opened her mouth.

Leslie smiled and took out a stick from her lab coat, "Why don't you like people checking your throat?"

"That thing itches."

Leslie leaned toward her and put the stick in her mouth "Let me see…. Oh, you have a very healthy mouth young lady." She moved back and gave her the pop tarts. "All yours."

"Thanks, Leslie." Helena smiled, opening the bag.

"Pleasure."

The door opened and Selina walked inside. "Hi, sweetheart. How's everything?"

"Okay.." the child said, sitting on the couch eating the pop tarts.

"Any problems, Leslie?"

"Usual ones." Leslie sighed, "Selina, may I talk to you?"

"Sure." She opened her bag, "Helena, do you want a coke?"

"Yes." She stood up immediately.

"Outside, at the end of the corridor is a coke machine. And wait for me outside."

Helena ran outside the office. Selina sat down and Leslie leaned back on her desk.

"Something wrong?" the blonde woman asked.

"I'm going to do all of Helena's exams personally, I'm not a pediatric doctor, but in your case it's different. I'm going to trust you, but I want you to trust me too."

"Right."

"This means no secrets, I can't help your daughter if you hide important things from me. I need to know everything about her. All right?" Leslie still didn't trust her. She did not approve of Selina's criminal career.

"All right." Selina nodded, lowering her eyes.

"Are you one hundred percent meta?"

"Yes."

"Her father is meta?"

"No." Selina moved uncomfortably in the chair.

"Can you tell me if he's had medical problems? I'm sorry for asking, but I need to know." Leslie asked, trying to be nice.

The blonde raised her head and fixed her eyes on hers. "Bruce told me he trusts you."

"Yes."

"You know he is Batman, he asked you keep the secret and you have."

"True." Leslie crossed her arms, where was she going with this?

"If I ask you the same, to keep a secret, can I trust you? Can I be sure you'll never tell any one, including Bruce?"

Leslie sat in her chair a put her hands on her knees. "Why are you asking me this?"

"If you want to know the truth, you must promise me you won't tell anyone else."

"I'm not sure." Leslie stood up: maybe Selina was trying to get her involved in something.

"It's about Helena, I promise; nothing else."

Leslie sighed and, raising her brow, looked at her. "All right, what is it?"