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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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"Good grief," Helena says. "Seems a bit drastic."

"It works." She looks up from her tea.

"Most people don't have your level of discipline, Aunt Brenda."

"It works."

"I suppose so."

"But you have to find your own way. Just like I did." She looks around for Ace and then winces and returns her attention to her tea and cookie.

She smiles. "I think I can handle that."

A beat, "Just as well that I'm moving out to the coast. I broke up with Harry."

Brenda winces, her eyes darkening with sympathy. "He couldn't take it?"

"It was pretty clear to me he was never really going to be all right with it. I may have told you this before, but his father was a police officer... he said he couldn't handle worrying about someone he loved like that again. So with my upcoming move... it just seemed like a good idea for us to end it."

Brenda reaches over to touch her. She hasn't got words that fit, but she feels for her alter daughter.

She leans into the touch a bit. "It's all right. I'll move on, sooner or later."

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