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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 wasn't quite what I meant, but..." he turns around anyway.

"Looks alright to me. Not as nice as Jim's... but...." She shrugs and returns to her coffee, braced for recrimination for her bad joke.

Dick makes a o_0 face. "...Okay, that just ventured into creepy territory."

"I can think things look nice without thinking creepy thoughts," she says sternly. "Eat your cupcake."

Dick quirks a grin. "Yes, ma'am."

"You do realize that you're older than me, right?"

He laughs. "You're Bruce, basically. Deferring to you comes naturally."

Brenda starts to reply, but then pauses to watch as Bree comes walking out of the hall and over to Dick.

"I want to sit on your knee," says the pajama-clad youngster with sleepy imperiousness.

After carefully checking to make sure there's nothing there when he hits down, Dick offers Bree a smile. "Sure thing, kiddo."

She rubs one eye, then climbs up in his lap and snuggles, falling asleep almost instantly.

"So I see," notes Brenda.

Dick just stares down in amazement. "Adorable."

"Hmm?"

Clark drops his buttered bread butter side down in his lap and quietly cleans it up.

"Bree. She's adorable."