There I was sitting behind him as he ranted about shutting down Arkhem city, Bruce Wayne, otherwise known as my father. My name is Helena Wayne. Princess of Gotham all of them call me, but they don't understand the half of it. I am home schooled since being kidnapped was becoming such problem, and because of my other life. Okay, if I tell you this you have to promise to keep it a secret. You promise? Okay now that you're under oath I can tell you. I am the Huntress, now that I have told you better keep it a secret. We didn't want people to think that I was abused, because how are you supposed to explain that you are really fighting crime in the middle of night.

I got tired of listening to him ramble on about how dangerous the criminal containment center, meaning Arkhem city of course, close to Gotham. So I turned on my iPod and closed my eyes. It must have been the classical music lulling me to sleep or the speech I couldn't tell anymore. The next thing I knew was that I was blind, well not really but the stage had filled with smoke while Tim and I were being dragged away by Dick, and basically thrown into the back of the limo.

"Dick, where is dad?" I asked timidly. No one would answer me. I screamed and screamed just wanting my father, Oh why did I have to fall asleep? After it was completely silent dick finally explained that he was taken into Arkhem, but he never told me why.

When we got back to the manor the first thing I did was run down to the bat cave to try to find a way to contact him, but nothing was working since only Alfred and Oracle knew the codes to hack into his ear piece. My emotions were taking over me as anxiety set in, whenever these attacks show up only two people can calm me down, my father and Dick Grayson. The last time I had an attack this bad was the night I saw my mother's cold corpse lying on the ground.

But this attack was different; this one was filled with rage. Before I had even realized what I was doing, I took a batarang and slit my wrist. I don't know what had gotten into me; I had never had thoughts of doing that even when my mother had died. The damage was done, I was locked in the bathroom lying on the floor blood slowly pooling below me.