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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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"Okay, fine, I didn't want any anyway."

"Yes you do," murmurs Clark, looking at his big sister earnestly.

"Well, okay, yes, I do, but I know enough that if I couldn't argue with Dad when he was that dead set, it wouldn't work on Aunt Brenda."

"Yes, but you're stronger than Mom."

"Clark..." she growls.

"I doubt that, Clark."

Brenda sighs and shoves the pot of spread toward her, and there's a triumphant glint in Clark's eyes.

Helena smiles as she takes some of it. "Thanks."

Her alter-mother just grumbles and eats.

And Dick's struggling not to just laugh his head off. "This is like time travel."

Brenda gives him the Glare.

Well, it gives him a moment's pause, but Dick doesn't quite quit chuckling.