Brenda Wayne-Gordon's Gotham

So it was that Helena found herself on the doorstep of her "Aunt" Brenda's manor, dressed normally, rather than in costume.  Technically, you might say she was here on business, but she would prefer to speak in the manor and not the cave.

She had a lot on her mind, big choices to make, and she wasn't really sure she was making the right one.  Part of her said yes, part of her said no, and part of her really didn't know what to thing.  Her teammates supported her, Dick... almost did, but what she really needed right now was her father's support, and since that was not an option, she needed to seek out an alternate.  "Uncle" Bruce was always an option, of course, but Aunt Brenda also potentially seemed like the better one to ask.

So she knocks.

Two figures appear in the Batcave beneath Wayne Manor.  One should be very familiar to the occupants of this universe.  Clad in blue and purple, she's as beautiful as Selena Kyle with all the confidence of Bruce Wayne.  Helena Wayne, the Huntress, daughter of the Batman and Catwoman of Earth-Two. 

The other is a man approaching forty, just starting to gray, but in the fantastic shape that comes from a lifetime of exercise.  His costume is a combination reds, yellows, and green, bright colors that had followed him since childhood.  Dick Grayson, Robin, one-time partner of the late Batman and ex-Boy Wonder.  He's loosely holding a bag which contains a change of clothes for the two.

"You sure about this, Hel?"

She nods.  "I am, Dick.  I know she's married and all... but I worry about "Aunt" Brenda sometimes.  She's got a lot on her plate and a full house.  I'm sure she could use some company and cheering up."

He laughs, something that comes easily to the former sidekick.  "Bruce as a woman.  Scary thought."

This was decidedly not Gotham as she knew it.  The absence of several familiar landmarks was indication enough of that.  She had tried, without success, to find the Justice Society's headquarters, a brownstone in the heart of Gotham.  A quick checked had confirmed that her apartment was occupied by persons other than herself.

All this simply added up to the fact that she was not on Earth-2.  Though with an infinite number of possible worlds, this was not the maddening revelation it might have been to some.  Further checking, however, had confirmed that she was not on Earth-1 either.  The absence of a Justice League teleporter, the location of which she was familiar with, suggested that she was not on their world either.

She was, however, able to eliminate a number of world's from her list.  Neither Earth-S, Earth-X, or Earth-Prime had a Gotham City.  It left open the possibility of Earth-3, home to the villainous Crime Syndicate, but somehow, that did not seem likely.

Was there a Batman here in this world?  A League?  A Society?  Some other hero that she could turn to?  And even if there was, would they believe her story?  Parallel Earths alone with a hard enough concept to understand, but her own, with her status as Batman's daughter, could be seen as even more improbable. 

Further, it looked as though she had slipped, not just across the multiverse, but in time as well.  There were too many models of cars she didn't recognize, too many other little things that suggested a time ahead of her own.

Standing on a rooftop, overlooking the city, the Huntress had never felt more alone.