...back to the Clocktower the next day, where Barbara is telling Helena and Darkstrike that there are some "distinctive pollen signatures" on the victim's hair, and that she'll figure it out soon enough, and here's a big ol' "whatever" to that. Darkstrike says he's tired of waiting and buggers off, giving Helena an eyebrow-raise and a smile as he goes. Dinah sees Helena checking him out and rolls her eyes. Heh. "Well, I think Darkstrike's great. You should really forget about Reese and go for him," Dinah says, making Helena go "excuse me?" and Dinah pretends she's only talking about them being crime-fighting partners since they have so much in common, and here we go again with that. "It is kind of nice not having to hide anything, just being myself, knowing he isn't hiding anything from me," she admits, saying that things are easier with Darkstrike than they are with Reese. "Maybe that's the way it should be..." she says, looking off into the distance, with Dinah looking off-camera too, but in a totally different direction, like she's thinking, "Are we done yet?' as Helena finishes, "...easy."

Speaking of big ol' whatevers, how about this one: Barbara radioing Helena to tell her the "amalgamation of spores and pollens suggest a specific combination of plants." Uh huh. Naturally, there's only one place in Gotham you can find those plants, and, eureka, Amy's being held in an abandoned caretaker's building in the old Gotham arboretum. I'd like to know how Oracle knows that, but whatever. "Dinah's on her way," she says. Uh, and Darkstrike? Remember him?

Anyway, Huntress busts down the door of the room where Amy is. Since a bound-and-gagged girl in the centre of a room filled with dozens of lit candles doesn't seem like enough of a trap, Helena rushes right in and rips the duct tape off the poor girl's mouth, the asks if she's okay. Fortunately, the Crawler's not so much interested in sneaking up on her as he is on looking menacing as he clomps on up behind her, giving her plenty of time to spin around as she gets her game face on. He stands there, grinning and holding a two-by-four. Oh, yeah. It's tool time. Commercials.