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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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"Probably. But I'm sure it'll have it's own brand of crazies soon enough."

"They seem to follow us." Brenda scowls.

"Always has been a chicken and the egg question, hasn't it?"

She nods tersely, a bit of the Bat in her expression.

"I've always figured that there'd be super-villains anyway, even if there weren't super-heroes. I don't believe for a second that we cause them. ...Most of them, anyway."

"There have alway been psychotic megalomaniacs and those who saw power as a means of getting rich at the expense of others."

"Absolutely. We may have given them the idea to be a bit flashier about it... but they'd be here one way or another."

"Exactly." She reaches for another cookie.

Helena takes another cookie as well. "Though I swear, sometimes it's hard to take some of our villains seriously. The Sportsmaster? The Fiddler?"

Brenda blinks. "You're joking."

"Hardly. The Sportmaster's one of Alan's old enemies, and the Fiddler's one of Jay's."

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