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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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She smiles. "Not gonna be a problem. Can't see Kara letting me do that."

Brenda chuckles, but then realizes that she'd broken off a bit of cookie for Ace and puts it and the rest of the cookie down on the tray, her expression going flat for a moment before she looks up again. "No, probably not."

"But yeah, I'm looking forward to this. I think we can do some real good."

"I think so too." She reaches for the teapot. "Do you want some more?"

She shakes her head. "I'm fine." Then, with her attention drawn away from her own issues, "You okay, Aunt Brenda?"

"Tired." She shrugs. "Jim and Dämmerung had a major case come to a head last night, and I was helping."

And hasn't slept since the night before.

"I know that feeling. Sleepless nights seem to run in the family."

"Phhht. Sleep is overrated."

She laughs. "Is that so?"

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