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So it was that Helena found herself on the doorstep of her "Aunt" Brenda's manor, dressed normally, rather than in costume. Technically, you might say she was here on business, but she would prefer to speak in the manor and not the cave.

She had a lot on her mind, big choices to make, and she wasn't really sure she was making the right one. Part of her said yes, part of her said no, and part of her really didn't know what to thing. Her teammates supported her, Dick... almost did, but what she really needed right now was her father's support, and since that was not an option, she needed to seek out an alternate. "Uncle" Bruce was always an option, of course, but Aunt Brenda also potentially seemed like the better one to ask.

So she knocks.

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"Thanks," she says, as she follows.

Alfred is there, setting down tea and cookies as they come in. Brenda smiles and thanks him, and he gives her his serene look in reply before gently patting Helena on the shoulder and exiting.

Brenda goes and switches to the leather couch, then stretches out with a sigh and nods toward the armchair.

"Thanks, Alfred," Helena says, before sitting herself down.

"So what's on your mind?" asks her alter mother quietly, turning her head to look at her.

She hesitates, then lets out a breath. "I've been thinking about leaving Gotham."

Brenda blinks.

"Look, I know it sounds like heresy..."

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