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She did not expect to find herself in a cafe. She'd been chasing down a criminal, saw him duck into an alley and through a door, and followed him in. Wherever it had lead, it certainly shouldn't have been someplace like this.

And yet, she sensed that she wasn't really in any kind of danger. She was good at scoping places out, looking for threats, and she just didn't see that that. Slowly, she let her crossbow drop and hooked it to her belt.

"...Second time this kind of thing has happened. Just plain strange," she muttered.

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Helena followed and sat down, first making sure she wasn't going to be sitting on her cape.

It amazed her though, how hard to read so many of these other bat-people were, how cold some of them seemed. And that female alternate of her father, who treated everything like it was some kind of test. Bruce Wayne had always encouraged her to think, but it had been more like it was a game, a puzzle to be solved, not like some contest to be one, some ritual for proving herself. Even Uncle Bruce, whose Gotham was slightly harsher than the her own, wasn't anything like that.

"That's an interesting take on the costume," she said, after a moment. "Not... especially colorful, though."

Robin looked down at her uniform, then grumbled slightly and set a holographic transmitter on the table before taking the releaser from her utility belt and using it to remove her mask.

She rubbed her face slightly, then looked up, icy blue eyes now studying the other frankly. "No. Colour makes it harder to disappear. And I believe you on the Gotham, I've never heard of another like the one I just came from."

She looked very young, but probably very familiar after that meeting in the nexus.

Very familiar indeed, though not necssarily worth commenting on just yet.

Helena removed her own mask, marveling a bit at her own ressemblance to these alternates. People had always told her she took after her mother when it came to looks, but there was definitely something of her father in her appearance as well.

For now, she's going to leave the "harder to disappear" comment alone. Her own costume is still colorful, while giving her some opportunity for hiding in the shadows. And besides, heroes weren't about hiding, they were about inspiration.

"Oh? What was it like?"

"Big, crowded, at right now bursting at the seams with Pain Children that've come in for their gathering." She glanced up as Jana came over and gave her a cup of coffee and a sandwich, then watched as the catlike woman gave Huntress a plate and cup as well.

"Thanks, Jana." She quirked a small smile that looked genuine.

"You're welcome." Jana returned it, then glanced at Huntress with a smile before she left.

Huntress's plate and cup would hold whatever she'd been thinking she might like.

"Thank-you," Helena said, after a moment's surprise at the arrival of food without actually ordering. Green tea and cashew nut chicken.

"Pain Children? Can't say I've heard of those before."

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