Chapter 5

Barbara, Dinah, and Reese all turned to face the elevator as they heard the doors open. And what they saw threw every single one of them off-guard. Bruce and Helena were…smiling.

Barbara was the first to speak. "What happened to you two?"

"Yeah, we were all so worried," Dinah added.

"The bad news is there was an explosion at the apartment building," Helena began.

"Oh my God," Barbara said.

"Are you alright?" Dinah asked.

"Yeah," Helena replied, then said to Jesse, "But you might want to get over there."

"On it," he said as he started to leave. But something stopped him. "But what do I put in the report?"

Bruce answered that one. "Just say that a squatter built himself a campfire, but it got out of hand and he got caught in the flames."

"That would be the good news," Helena added, "We don't have to worry about the Joker anymore."

Reese nodded, "I think I could make that stick." He started toward the elevator, but was stopped again – this time by the voice of the infamous Bruce Wayne.

"Detective," he said. Jesse turned around. "I need to have a word with you when you get back."

Jesse nodded curtly and said, "Yes, sir," before he got in the elevator.

Once the doors were closed, Helena walked over to her father. "Dad, what are you doing?"

"I just have a couple of questions for the good Detective," he replied.

"Like 'What are your intentions?' and that sort of thing?" Dinah interjected.

Bruce looked as if he was considering this for the first time and Helena said, "Dad, don't you dare. I'm twenty-three years old. You don't get to play the intimidating, over-protective father."

Barbara watched the bickering unfold between the three of them, laughing to herself at how normal everything seemed. They were starting to look like a real family. Suddenly, Alfred appeared at her side.

"It's almost as if he never left, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, "Yes, it is."

He watched the car as it slowly drove up the winding driveway. Before it reached the end, he was already holding the large front door open. The man approached him, suitcases in tow and a smile across his familiar face – something he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Welcome home, Master Bruce," Alfred said, beaming at his old friend. And right behind Bruce was someone else. "And Miss Helena…Welcome home."


So there it is! My first Birds of Prey fanfic. It was a much more difficult process than I originally imagined it would be, but I'm proud of how it all turned out. I hope you enjoyed it too! Please, please review! I love reading everyone's comments!