Alfred starts from where he's refereeing a near free for all between Brenda and the twins in the living room, then gives everyone present a Look before going to the door. A quick glance at the security camera and he opens it. "Miss Helena, what a pleasant surprise!"
"Owwww, you dirty %$#%@#$#@!" shouts Dick from somewhere upstairs.
"Hello, Alfred," she says, before hearing the chaos inside. "Did I come at a bad time?"
"Oh no," he says lightly. "That's actually only Master Dick's second outburst for the day. I'm sure Miss Brenda will be glad to see you. She's in the front den with the twins."
"All right," she says, with a small nod as she steps inside. "I know the way."
So she heads off to the den. "Hello, everyone."
"No. I'm just wondering what brought this on." She shifts onto her side.
"It started with Syl--Sylvester Pemperton, the Star-Spangled Kid--and I just talking about how outside of me and Power Girl, there weren't really any young heroes rising up, just the rest of the JSA getting older," she says.
"So we spent a little time connecting with a few of the younger retired heroes, like Sandy and Speedy, and put some use to my address book of other kids of heroes, and before we knew it, we were looking at putting a team together."
"Ah." A smile comes to her eyes.
"If you're sure." Brenda smirks and props herself up a little more.
Helena nods as she sets the tray and foods down within easy reach of her "aunt," before sitting down herself.
"He'll get over it. He just spends so little time in Gotham himself these days, I think he's just channeling some of his anger at himself."
"Dick Grayson seems to be a very emotional person," notes Brenda, helping herself to the treats.
"I think they are in general," she agrees. "Our Dick never had the falling out with Dad that most of them seem to, so he stayed Robin, never really went out and forged his own identity the way the ones that became Nightwing did."
"So long as being the children of heroes doesn't make them cocky," she warns, a bit of the Bat showing.
"I wouldn't think so. Most of them are too level-headed for that," she says.
"Let's see... there's Hector, who's Hawkman's son. Worked up his own flying gear and some other Nth metal tricks. Jessie's the daughter of Liberty Belle and Johnny Quick, and inherited her powers from both of them. Ernie's Plastic Man's son and has the same powers his father does, too. David and Hal are using modified versions of their dads', Starman and Airwave, technology. Lyta's got the same powers as Diana, albeit at about half her levels. And Albert's actually the Atom's godson, but he's got atomic strength."
She nods. "Going to take some training to really get them to the point where we'll be really comfortable with them taking on, say, Solomon Grundy or the Wizard, but they'll get there."
"Drill drill drill till everyone's sick of it and can do it in their sleep."
"There are men who are strong enough to take the truth and stand beside you," says Brenda softly, knowing that Helena will know this already, but feeling that the words won't hurt to be said.
"And no harm in working on your own till you find one."
Says the loner who still gets a shock when she looks at her wedding ring.
She nods. "Gonna miss my job at Cranston, Grayson, and Wayne, though more officially I'm on leave until all this is finalized. Though Syl's offered me a job running some of the charitable organizations he's set up. 's a nice offer, and I do like to feel useful when I'm not doing the hero thing."
"Mmm hmm." Brenda smirks.
Helena smiles. "Well, one thing to say for Hollywood over Gotham. Better variety night-life."
"I beg to differ... though the lack of Joker could be an argument in your favor, I suppose."
"Probably. But I'm sure it'll have it's own brand of crazies soon enough."
"Are they serious threats?" Her brows draw together.
"They're both pretty dangerous, the Fiddler especially. His magic violin once nearly made Wildcat kill Hawkman."
"Magic." She scowls with disgust, feeling glad that Joker and her other foes had never bothered with it.