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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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"But then how...." A Waynish expression comes over Clark's face, the same one Bruce once wore when his kids used to surprise him. "Mom, you didn't."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She finishes her sandwich and goes for another cup of coffee.

This has Helena laughing so hard she has to hold her sides.

Brenda returns to her place and looks thoughtfully at her alter daughter. "There's gripe water in the fridge if you wind up with hiccups from that."

Helena takes a deep breath and lets it out. "I think I'm okay."

"Don't think. Be sure."

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Good." She smirks, then shakes her head. "I can't believe someone one of my alternates trained doesn't look at his chair before he sits down."

Helena shrugs. "We've not perfect, Aunt Brenda."