Brenda looks up from the pile of mail on her desk, then checks the clock and wheels back and out of the study. The house is fairly quiet as she goes, and she hopes that it stays that way. It still doesn't feel quite right to go to town with Jim and leave Alfred to deal with the children alone.
Even if he does deal with them better than she does.
She pauses in the front hall, listening and wondering where her husband is.
Dick curled up in the library, sure this was the one place nobody would think of to look for him, frowning intensely as his hands flew over the game controls. His eyes, however, seemed to be staring through the handheld, and though he was curled up in a more or less hidden corner on a beanbag chair his body was rigid and trembling slightly.
There was a noise, and he jerked, looking up in time to see a shadow slip out of a vernt and land, forming into the tall, slender black and gold form of Katalyn. She blinked and stretched, then looked over.
"Hiding?" she said scornfully.
"And what've you been doing?" he shot back, anger making his face flushed. Kat stared at him, then sniffed and walked out.
"Nothing I'd let you get into, crybaby," she said, going to walk out.
"I'm not a crybaby!" Dick snarled.
"Right. That's not why you destroy everything and run off to hide in corners," she snorted, leaving. Dick glared after her, then settled back and shivered, putting the game down and covering his face.
"I'm not a crybaby," he snarled softly to himself, even as his eyes burned.
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.
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.
Two figures appear in the Batcave beneath Wayne Manor. One should be very familiar to the occupants of this universe. Clad in blue and purple, she's as beautiful as Selena Kyle with all the confidence of Bruce Wayne. Helena Wayne, the Huntress, daughter of the Batman and Catwoman of Earth-Two.
The other is a man approaching forty, just starting to gray, but in the fantastic shape that comes from a lifetime of exercise. His costume is a combination reds, yellows, and green, bright colors that had followed him since childhood. Dick Grayson, Robin, one-time partner of the late Batman and ex-Boy Wonder. He's loosely holding a bag which contains a change of clothes for the two.
"You sure about this, Hel?"
She nods. "I am, Dick. I know she's married and all... but I worry about "Aunt" Brenda sometimes. She's got a lot on her plate and a full house. I'm sure she could use some company and cheering up."
He laughs, something that comes easily to the former sidekick. "Bruce as a woman. Scary thought."
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.
"YAY!" Super(kid)man yelped as they appeared in Gotham from the Nexus. He looked at Lois with excitement "SO, where now?" he asked brightly bouncing on the spot. Being a child again he was having difficulty keep his mind in adult mode, becoming the child he seems. "Shall we play Kiss Chase?"
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.