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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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A slight, rueful smirk. "Modern men often play them well past their forties."

"He just doesn't seem the type. Still too much carny in that man."

"More the action type, hmm?"

"For the most part," she says. "But yeah. I just... after Dick said he didn't really approve of the whole thing, I just had to talk to somebody else in the "family" about it."

"It makes sense to me." She sips tea, then dips a cookie into it.

"Me too," she agrees. "Got a pretty nice group together, really. Five veterans, so to speak, and seven newbies to the game."

"Sounds like a good dynamic in theory."

"I'd like to think so. Sylvester, Speedy, and Sandy have years of experience behind them, and Kara and I have been at this for a couple now. And the others are all the kids of other heroes, so they're not total neophytes by any means. Heck, Lyta could probably teach me a thing or two about fighting."

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