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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."

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"Don't start," comes a growl from a nearby speaker. "Don't even think of starting."

"I'm not afraid of you!"

The voice cracks and quivers slightly even as it tries to be stern. "I mean it."

"Uh-huh. That worked when I was ten. I'm a little too old for it now."

Helena puts a hand to her head. "Dick, you're embarrassing me."

A figure stands up on the computer platform, then steps down and stumbles slightly in the process. As it draws near Dick and Helena will be able to see that it's a young man of around sixteen, the Wayne and Kent features strong in his face.

"Look, Mister," he says quietly and politely. "Mom's had a really hard day. If you're going to make it worse I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Helena laughs at that. "Trust me, kid, for those two? This is positively normal. Dad and Dick went through this all the time."

He looks at her seriously, recognizing her from a photo that Brenda has sitting in her room. "Yes. But our Dick just went nuts in the Oriental room."

With all that priceless Chinese china....

She gives Dick a glare. "You Graysons, nothing but trouble."

He smiles a dardevil's smile, a reminder that there's still a carny kid somewhere inside the man pushing forty. "Naturally."

"And I'll bet Bruce never cried on the Crays," he finishes quietly.

"That bad, huh?" Helena asks.

"Maybe we picked a bad time to visit, then," Dick says.

The boy shakes his head. "She likes Helena. Says she's one of her two sane kids."

Then he shyly offers a hand to Helena. "Oh. I'm Clark."

She takes it and shakes. "A pleasure. You know who we are, of course."

It's probably clear that he's concentrating hard on his grip, but he still manages a slight, very Clarkish grin. "You're my older sister, and he's an alternate of the kid that I want to stuff headfirst into a crack in the wall."

Dick laughs. "Close enough, youngster."