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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

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Current Mood: bouncy

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Jim shut off his car and slowly got out, stretching before reaching in and grabbing some disks he'd brought from the office. He couldn't wait to see what the Bat computers made of the information he'd brought, not to mention what Brenda herself would think.

Bringing out a small bouquette of her favorite flowers he blinked, then looked at the house nervously before sighing and going up. He really, really hoped the small girl who ran about in the black and gold costume didn't try to trip im down the stairs again.

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Jim Gordon sighed as he pulled up to the Wayne mansion, still reeling over discovering the true identity of the Batwoman.

He stopped the car, then picked up the fresh bundle of carnations he'd picked up on the way back from the late shift, going up to the door and lifting his hand to knock, only to suddenly hear an angry scream and then the sounds of a heated argument coming from inside.

Suddenly an older woman Gordon knew as the poor-treating doctor Leslie opened the door suddenly, looking hassled and inviting him inside. He frowned and entered, then started and bolted for the crashing sound coming from a side room that was the opposite direction from the parlor where he'd been invited.

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Katalyn ran down the street, panting as she hurried, skidding to a halt in a dead end alleyway she froze, then looked back at the pair of thugs coming after her.

Looking around she quickly grabbed an old pipe, holding it up.

"Leave ma alone!" the tiny girl said feircely.

"Oh ho, look at that," one of the thugs snickered, nudging his buddy. "Little girl has a weapon."

"Better be scared," his partner snickered. Then he shook his head, then advancing on her. "Seriously, sweetie, just put the pipe down. We'll make it a lot better for ya if you jsut come without a fuss."

"Like @#%$!" she screeched, lashing out quickly.

The man screamed, toppling over.

"My knee!" he bellowed.

"You little @#%#^," the other man screeched, reaching for her and grabbing the pipe as it swung again.

Katalyn's eyes got huge, and she started to squirm and kick at him, desperately re-reaching for her powers, which were still not working when she needed them to.

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Brenda crutched slowly through the Manor, hearing the sound of Alfred whistling somewhere upstairs and feeling that it added to the sense of unreality she was feeling. It had been three weeks since she'd been kidnapped and dropped in a Lazarus pit by R'as al Ghul; about the same length of time since Clark and Will and Bruce had disappeared. Now here she was, back on her feet and with custody of three small girls; one of which was a younger version of herself.

"Monsieur Alfred sounds happy," came the subdued comment from somewhere by her hip.

"Of course he's happy. It's two in the afternoon and I'm up here being normal," she said dryly.

"I wonder what became of him in my own reality," said Bree wistfully.

Brenda swallowed. "We could try to find out after I'm off Dr. Leslie's invalid list."

"I would like that, thank you."

-So grave and old for her age. I wasn't like that, was I?- "You're welcome."

Current Mood: somber
Current Location: back halls of Wayne Manor
Current Music: softly the Batman theme

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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

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"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

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She smiled, anticipating the moment.

The scientist was fleeing, but Katalyn was in front of him, not behind. He didn't see her because he was focused on the falling shadow of the Batman.

Sticking out her foot from the shadows she smiled, satisfied when he crashed to the alleyway with a yelp.

"You'd think a genius would have some sort of aircraft on his rooftop," she shook her head, muttering as she went to the fallen man as she coughed. "I mean please. Running from a Bat on foot is just stupid."

She reached down and grabbed his gun, trigged her left claw and sliced through it, then chucked it. "Hold still. The Bat's a second away," she laughed softly, golden eyes gleaming as she put a foot on the back of his neck. He made some muffled growl, but she only rolled her eyes, then looked up, grinning.

"Hey. There you are," she said. This was a good night. A very, good night.

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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?"

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