"Blood cries for blood," Helena murmured, remembering Vic, her heart falling a little. "Or maybe he's just seeing a win-win situation here," she said, her voice wry, cynical. "I pull this off, I gather information about this Rogue's Rebellion and the mafia's part in all of it. If I don't, well... he doesn't have to worry about me going off half-cocked again, does he?"
"Helena..." Babs began, more gently than she had expected to hear.
"Yeah, I know," she sighed, "no masked vigilante left behind. I'll be in contact. I'm still Huntress. If the initial meeting goes well, we'll take it from there. If not... Hey, maybe I'll even be around for those 'I told you so's. You'll know tonight, either way."
"I talked to the Question." Bruce's voice made her jump a little. Babs just screwed up her face and turned toward her bank of computers. "He's ready to go. Dick, there's something I need to talk to you about."