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bat-daughter.livejournal.com

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.

dbattyones.livejournal.com

Dick's head was down as he shoved the broom forward, sending a small wave of broken china bits toward the corner where the rest of it was. He wasn't dressed in much; a pair of pajama bottoms and a small white tee.

He was mad about the whole episode; mad that he'd gotten stopped by the golden boy Clark, mad that he couldn't get Bee to fight, and mad about being banished to his room afterwards. Now Alfred had dragged him downstairs to clean up the devastating mess that he'd made.

Looking at the torn wall paper and bashed furniture Dick wondered if he'd have to fix all that too. Probably.

Gritting his teeth he shoved again at the broom, then swore fluently as he stepped on a large shard of pottery he'd missed. He picked up the shard and chucked it as hard as he could at the pile, then lifted his foot to inspect the damage.

Current Mood: angry

anotherbwayne.livejournal.com

Brenda came home from the Nexus, telling the girls to take Ace out and throw the ball for him for awhile and then wheeling wearily toward the elevator. The slight cough she'd wakened with that morning was worse, and her head was ringing slightly as though she had a fever, but she pushed away the symptoms as she rode down to the Cave. The formula that she hoped would restore Kat to her proper age was completed, and she'd finished the initial testing. Trials on adult mice had shown no effect, but trials on mice that had been regressed with the formula that Kat had been exposed to had returned to their proper appearance.

She'd done those tests seven days ago, and the mice continued healthy. So all that was left now was for human testing.

Brenda wheeled into the lab and scrubbed her hands, then removed the container of de-aging compound from the locked cupboard and set it in her lap while she also got the antidote. This done, she wheeled toward a containment room and locked herself inside.

One whiff of the compound had her blinking disorientedly at the change in perspective and a little sick to her stomach, but she steeled herself and injected the antidote straight into a vein.

Perspective changed again, and Brenda managed a smile before her eyes slipped shut and she toppled from the wheelchair.

Current Mood: sick

bat-daughter.livejournal.com

This was decidedly not Gotham as she knew it. The absence of several familiar landmarks was indication enough of that. She had tried, without success, to find the Justice Society's headquarters, a brownstone in the heart of Gotham. A quick checked had confirmed that her apartment was occupied by persons other than herself.

All this simply added up to the fact that she was not on Earth-2. Though with an infinite number of possible worlds, this was not the maddening revelation it might have been to some. Further checking, however, had confirmed that she was not on Earth-1 either. The absence of a Justice League teleporter, the location of which she was familiar with, suggested that she was not on their world either.

She was, however, able to eliminate a number of world's from her list. Neither Earth-S, Earth-X, or Earth-Prime had a Gotham City. It left open the possibility of Earth-3, home to the villainous Crime Syndicate, but somehow, that did not seem likely.

Was there a Batman here in this world? A League? A Society? Some other hero that she could turn to? And even if there was, would they believe her story? Parallel Earths alone with a hard enough concept to understand, but her own, with her status as Batman's daughter, could be seen as even more improbable.

Further, it looked as though she had slipped, not just across the multiverse, but in time as well. There were too many models of cars she didn't recognize, too many other little things that suggested a time ahead of her own.

Standing on a rooftop, overlooking the city, the Huntress had never felt more alone.

not-tied-down.livejournal.com

Eva and Adao almost stumbled out of the portal,
Eva nearly dropping Krypto.
"CAR!!!!" Adao said excited rushing up to it "Woah thats so cool" he murmered looking through the window.
Eva squeeled with delight seeing the bats "PETS!"

anotherbwayne.livejournal.com

Brenda frowned down at the boy on the hospital bed, then moved around the sick bay area of the Cave and straightened a few things that she'd left out of place while tending to him. Ivy's pheromones and the sleeping gas that Dämmerung had used were out of his system. Now she was only waiting for him to wake.

Current Mood: curious
Current Location: Cave

dbattyones.livejournal.com

Ras stealthily crept down the side of the Wayne mansion, his eyes bright as he went to a window and lowered himself down, peering upside down into the room beyond. Nodding when he saw his prey, he waited.

For a moment he watched her, struggling to live, ready to die, and shook his head. He'd saved her once, and now it was time to do so again. It was time for her to reach her full potential, and he'd be the one to help her do it.

With a crash he burst through the window, standing upright and barely blinking as some old lady screamed and jumped up, going for her purse.

The sound died on her lips as he calmly smacked her unconscious, then went over to the bed.

"My darling," he murmured, stroking Brenda's hair and gazing at her for a moment. Then he nodded and disconected her from the monitors, picking her up gently and firmly, and then was gone into the night.

Current Mood: satisfied

anotherbwayne.livejournal.com

"We did so much for him, helped him back from near death, and he repays us like this!" sobbed the attractive blond on the television, her blue eyes red-rimmed with weeping. "He killed my brother! You have to find him! You must!"

Brenda watched blearily as Linda Luthor collapsed artistically into the arms of one of her bodyguards, her eyes narrowed suspiciously over the oxygen mask that Alfred had put on her when he'd gone to call Leslie. As ever, she thought there was something wrong with the way the woman moved, as though she were stronger than she should be. But that wasn't what had her angry now.

Lex Luthor was dead. Supposedly. She'd heard the story before.

But they were blaming Clark.

Her tension, coupled with the phlegm in her airways, threw her into a violent coughing fit.

Current Mood: aggravated and feverish

batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com

Alfred could be found in the parlor again finishing up his dusting. He always cleaned when he had a lot on his mind and one would not be surprised to find that Wayne Manor was sparkling.

A heavy sigh as he dusted the piano again for the third time.

eldestbat.livejournal.com

"Get back here," the elderly voice of an Old Bruce Wayne calls as he hobbles after a child. She is too cheery he decides as they are leaving a Nexus cafe known to quite a few across the multiverse. He had been looking after young Clara Powers until he could help her get home.

"Clara! Wait!" He grabs her shoulder to try and slow her downn. But then they are home. In front of Wayne Manor. At least to them it looks like home. The little girl gives him a shy grin then squeaks when she is picked up and carried inside. It was time to go 'home' as far as Wayne is concerned.

batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com

It has been five days since the Alfred found his Madame in the hospital. In which time she was sent home under Dr. Leslie and his care. Well, at least as much as she would let them care for her.

They moved her hospital bed to the living room, so she would at least have some company as she was recovering. Alfred was strongly against having her in the living room, but had little say in the matter.

Now, we would find the old man staring out the long paned window in the living room with his hands behind his back. Branda would not be able to see him from the way her bed was facing, but she would know that he was there.

He was always there....

dbattyones.livejournal.com

Leslie sighed as she entered the automatic doors of Gotham's major hospital, turning her nose away from the filth and smell of blood wafting in from the waiting room. She hated this place, hated being here, hated having to go see who she'd been calling in for.

Not that she hated Brenda, but the woman was going crazy, firing Alfred and chasing away those she loved most. And Leslie just knew as soon as she walked into the room she'd be hailed with some angry remark, or be ignored. If Brenda was even conscious, that was.

Still, she'd been called in for a reason. And even though her name as Brenda's doctor had obviously been an overlooked error on Brenda's behalf, Leslie was glad to know she'd be able to help her in some way. She wouldn't trust Brenda's health to some overworked, preoccupied and underpaid doctor who was at the end of a 36 hour shift.

"I'm here to see Brenda Wayne," she said to the receptionist, who blinked and drowsily nodded, giving her the room number. As she walked to the elevator Leslie sighed. In a place like Gotham there were never enough doctors.

Arriving at Brenda's door Leslie took a deep breath, took a moment to ask God for some help, whopeed Brenda would be a little less hostile, and knocked. after a moment she opened the door, and slipped inside.

"Brenda?"

batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com

Alfred was sitting in the parlor drinking the tea he had just made. He was waiting. She must be out. He chuckled to himself. Of course, she was. It was night. She ruled the night.

He sighed and took a drink of his tea.

Current Mood: worried
Current Location: parlor, wayne manor

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