"So why did you tell me?"Terry asked Helena.

Terry and Helena sat in what she always referred to as her own private sitting room. She said she always liked to receive people comfortable in familiar settings.

They'd only found out they half-brother and –sister recently. Her mother was Lady Selina, who had also been Catwoman, and sometimes he worried she may have inherited more than her love of cats from her mother. Ever since Helena hinted that she wanted something very badly, he'd been worried about her. Especially since whenever she talked about anything like that, her cat would purr happily, and he'd noticed the cat would sometimes display what Helena felt.

Just what could she want so much that she couldn't have? Especially as her mother's only child, she could have anything she ever asked for. Even her own suite of rooms to herself.

He'd been trying to get her to tell him just what she was after for days. But he hadn't been able to get anything out of her.

"Because I feel."she answered. "I feel."

"You feel what?"

"I don't know. Usually I can't tell people anything. Something holds me back, and just that same something told me I should tell you."

"Why? Why me?"

Perhaps, he though, this was a way in which she was asking for help? He'd kept a close eye on her, ever since she'd first hinted at it, but she hadn't done anything so far. It could be she didn't want to do it, but it had become an obsession she couldn't get rid of?

The only thing he'd seen was that apparently, she was a night person. He could always see the lights turned on, or even very dim, or when they were turned off, he could see that she was very active. Doing he wasn't sure what. Sometimes it looked like reading, others she just seemed to walk around the room. But he knew she was in the room, that she never went out.

"I don't think I really know myself. Mina trusted you."she continued. "Since the first day she saw you, she liked you. Mina trusts you, so I trust you, too."

Terry sighed.

"I think you spend way too much times with your cats."he said. "You trust me just because one of them likes me? What if none of them did? What then? What if they made a mistake, and liked someone who was-"

"Animals don't make those kinds of mistakes, Terry."Helena interrupted, quietly, shaking her head. "But if they didn't trust you, I think I would have to at least want to know why. I would still want to get to know you. It would be one of the few times, if not the only time, I would question their judgment. But it would take me a long time to trust you, maybe."

"Then I guess it's a good thing they like me, isn't it?"

Helena missed the sarcasm.

"It is, I guess."

"But if you trust me, why don't you just tell me everything? You still haven't shown me your collection, or told me what you're planning to add to it."Terry pointed out.

Helena nodded.

"You've been trying to get me to tell you for days and days. I can tell you it's something I've been preparing for, practically my entire life."she said, looking very serious.

"Preparing?"

Noticing that he looked as though he were expecting her to say more, she added, "But that's all I can tell you. It's not just anything. It's something very special. And I've spent days and days thinking just how I'm going to go about it."

At least she had told him she'd been preparing for it. Could that be what she was up to each night? Not going out, but preparing to go out instead?

"Go about what?"he insisted. "Have you figured out how you're going to go about it, whatever it is?"

She didn't answer for a few minutes.

"You're not going to tell me anything else, are you?"he finally said.

Helena shook her head.

"No,"she said. "I'm not. And no matter what you say or do, you won't get me to tell you, until I decide to, so you won't get anything out of me. I'm more stubborn than seven mules. So…I'd give up if I were you?"

"Well, you're not me. I'm pretty stubborn, too."

Helena looked up.

"Are you?"she asked.

Terry thought she might add that she would add he wasn't more stubborn than her. And she was just as determined not to tell him, as he was to getting her to tell him. Instead she just stared, and remained silent.

"Is it because your cats don't trust me enough that they don't want you to tell me?"he added sarcastically.

Helena didn't answer, but smiled, and fondly stroke Adela.

"There's no need for you to take that attitude towards them or me. Or speak to us in that tone. Like I said, I trust their judgment, but I am fully capable of making my choices. I choose not to tell you. For reasons of my own."

"Can you tell me the reasons, at least?"Terry insisted.

He obviously wasn't going to get any more out of her. At least not now. But that didn't mean he would give up.

Helena looked thoughtful.

"Well, one is that like I said, I'm fairly private about some things. Another…I want nothing to stop me. A person knowing about it may interfere, and like I said, it's something I've wanted my whole life. Besides, I don't trust you that much. At least not just yet."