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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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"That's because Bree is nearly too tired to know her own name. And Clark and Adao...."

Always listen.

He smiles. "The best leaders are always the ones who say they aren't good at it."

She just shoots him a look and wheels into the kitchen, where Alfred has left out a bounty of good things where she can find them without ruining the kitchen.

Helena can't help but laugh. "Way too familiar territory here."

Brenda quirks a grin. "Did your father ever set fire to the kitchen?"

"Only once," Helena laughs. "And then Alfred barred him from ever trying to cook again."

Her alter mother shakes her head ruefully and starts making herself a sandwich. "I wasn't trying to cook the last time I did it."

"I'm learning a little," Helena admits. "Jay Garrick's been teaching me."