You've been coming here for three months, Helena. You've barely said a word. Talk therapy works better when you actually speak.
Court sent me here for anger management, right? Observe the managing. I'm cured. You're a genius, Harleen.
You sideswiped two cars, flattened a stop sign, crushed a fire hydrant...
...Knocked out a security guard...
I shoved him to get him out of the way, barely even touched the guy.
And why were you in such a hurry?
I don't know, I had things to do.
I understand that whatever it was seemed urgent to you-
No, you DON'T understand. You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. Let's just run the clock out here and call it good, Harleen.
I do know that on this day, seven years ago, you watched your mother die. And a few months later, Barbara Gordon became your legal guardian. There's no mention of your father.
Because at the time, I didn't know who he was.
...Bruce Wayne is my father.
[Suprised] Your father... is one of the wealthiest men in the country, and you move in with a schoolteacher?
Wasn't exactly Father Knows Best - He didn't know he HAD a kid. Clueless is a RADICAL understatement.
Sounds like your relationship with your father is conflicted.
[Snorts] What relationship? He didn't raise me, my mom did. I miss her. She... She was funny, crazy, and dangerous... and in that one moment, she was gone. That's when everything changed. I changed.
Into someone maybe I wasn't meant to be.
I'm telling you, word on the street are that these deaths are your garden-variety "goodbye, cruel world." Is there anything to eat in here?
The way they did it, it's almost as if they were RUNNING from something...
There's never any food. Gazillion dollars worth of computer equipment and not one jar of peanut butter!
This doesn't make any sense. If I were gonna kill myself-
Helena Kill yourself. You wouldn't. [Holds up some crackers] Do you know how old these are?
Barbara [Splutters] Wait, what do you mean, I wouldn't kill myself?
Helena It's just not your nature.
[Rolls away from her desk] I resent that. I'm as broody and romantically self-destructive as the next girl!
Helena Yeah, in a "Let's go get the bad guys, let nothing stand in the path of the mission" sort of way! You know, I'M the one that does all the night sweeps, I'M the one that does all the fieldwork, I'M the one with bruises in really embarrassing places - Would it KILL you to go to the grocery store every once in a while‽
...What is this obsession with food?
You try fighting the forces of evil when your blood sugar's low!
She knows how to get in. What if she knows who we are?
[Smirks] We could kill her.
...We're the good guys, we don't kill innocent people. We don't kill ANYONE.
And how did she find us, hmm? [Dinah starts to stir] She must have followed you.
Well, she's HERE! I mean, this place is supposed to be a secret; that's the whole point of a secret lair!
[Groaning] It's not her fault. [Sits up] I followed her. She didn't know.
[Dinah stares at her, flashing back to her nightmare of the Joker shooting Barbara]
[Grins] It's YOU! I should have known you two would be together! [Helena and Barbara stare at her] Look.... Sometimes when I touch people, I see things. Things that, um, that only they know. And sometimes, when I dream things, they come true.
So, um, what does this thing do exactly?
This machine will tell me if there's any biological evidence of the abilities. In other words, if you're metahuman.
In most people, less than 5% percent of neural cells are active. Your cerebral cortex activity is... [Surprised] over 50%.
So it's true. I'm officially a FREAK.
Hey, watch it with the f-word.
There are people in the world, Dinah a lot of people, with abilities beyond what we think of as human. No two metahumans have the same gifts. Don't ask me where the powers come from, no one knows. Natural mutations, biological experiments...
There's been weird stuff with meteor showers.
The point is, you're one of a long line of people who had to hide what they are.
Uh, like Helena, technically. I'm not metahuman.
But you're both heroes and you save people.
Barbara No.
[At the same time] WHAT?!
Dinah ...Why not‽
[Mocking] SORRY, we don't have an opening for Junior Supergirl!
You can't stay here, you have to go home.
...Do you think I'd get on a bus and come to a city where I didn't know a soul, with no money and no job... if I had a place to go back to? I mean, I came to New Gotham looking for something, and I didn't even know what it was, but now I DO!
After my mother's death, I learned more than just my father's identity - I learned he had a whole other life.
I'm not sure I understand. Do you mean another family?
More like a... REALLY AGGRESSIVE hobby.
Uh... YEAH. I guess a part of me I blamed him for what happened to my mother. If Barbara hadn't taken me in...
I've known her since I was kid. She was just trying to help.
Human beings are essentially selfish creatures, Helena. No matter how we try and mask it to the world or ourselves. You say Barbara rescued you. Did she do that for you? Or for herself?
[Huntress is handcuffed to a statue at a crime scene]
Okay, I REALLY don't have time for this...
RDetective Reese
You're in a crime scene, lady; You'll MAKE time!
You can see it's a suicide.
RDetective Reese
Yeah, seem to be a lot of those going around lately, huh? You know, my colleagues, they think I'm crazy. But I'm beginning to wonder if somebody isn't giving these vics a little push!
[Into her comm, to Oracle] You'd like this guy, he's got your paranoid turn of mind.
RDetective Reese
Excuse me? What was that?
OOracle
Neighbors reported sounds of a fight. He must have been in the area to have gotten there so fast. You have a few minutes before the black-and-whites show up, just... GET OUT OF THERE.
RDetective Reese
So, you know this man?
He was dead when I got here.
RDetective Reese
[Sceptically] Really? Oh, so then the best you can say for yourself is you were robbing a dead guy.
You're a DETECTIVE; DETECT - What was I gonna do? Strap a few paintings on my back, take the elevator? I don't have any gear for a heist and I don't have any weapons. What did I do, come in here and chat him into hanging himself?
RDetective Reese
Even if I were to believe you, you still haven't answered my question; What are you doing here?
[Serious] Same thing you are - Just trying to save someone. Guess we were both a little too late. We're on the same side, Reese.
OOracle
Now, wait just a minute!
[To Oracle] I KNOW what I'm doing, BACK OFF.
RDetective Reese
[Confused] Do you hear voices or something?
You have no idea. Someone dropped the Hermez shooter off at the precinct doorstep last week, right? [Reese frowns] And the Dorsett kidnapper? I practically gift-wrapped that one for you.
RDetective Reese
[Aims his gun at her] Who are you?
[Twists her hand in the cuffs] I'm NOT your enemy.
RDetective Reese
What, I'm supposed to believe you're a FRIEND?
I didn't say that. [Kicks Reese's gun away, and tosses him the handcuffs. In a flash, she's at the window] I HATE locks.
RDetective Reese
So you save people.
RDetective Reese
Then why don't you carry any weapons?
I AM the weapon. [Winks and jumps off the balcony]
You've been here before, haven't you?
It was a long time ago. Another life. Before I was ever Oracle, I had another name, another identity. Another self. I used to work with a man, Helena's father. He was Gotham's greatest champion, and most people never even knew he existed. The last time I ever fought at his side was in this place. We'd cornered the worst criminal Gotham had ever known, smashed his organization and hunted him down. I know Batman could have killed the Joker but he didn't. And his honor had a price. The Joker got away from the police, only for a few hours, just long enough to send a man to kill Helena's mother and to come for me himself.
I think the Joker wanted to drive Batman mad. And maybe he did a little. Because a few months later, he left. Left New Gotham, his work... Everything. Even the daughter he never knew he had.
[To Ketterly] Well, Larry... This really is quite the disappointment, isn't it? I needed those documents, Larry. I had a dream of New Gotham, and people writhing in pain, dying on the streets and everything under my command. You ruined my dream, Larry. At least temporarily. What happened, Larry? I wish you could tell me. Because somebody stopped you and that means somebody is trying to stop ME. Well, just goes to show you: never send a business man to do a psychopath's job.
