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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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((No worries. I'm only familiar with it 'cause I've been re-reading some of the old stuff with Helena recently.))

"I put on this costume to avenge Mom, and later, to save Dad... And I managed to do both of those." And yet she'd lost her father a few months later anyway, with him never knowing she'd been the Huntress. "Now, no, I don't have anything more to be vengeful for."

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"I never did have anything." Brenda shrugged. "I'm just there to keep a reality running."

[bat-daughter.livejournal.com]

Helena nodded. "Must be nice."

She made and effort to switch topics. "You said Dick Grayon stopped being Robin? Took up some other identity?"

[random_xtras]

Brenda arched a brow, but then understood.

-Yeah, I suppose it is... but I tend to come off like dark vengeance anyway.-

"Nightwing."

[bat-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Very weird. Dick's been Robin for almost thirty years now. He updated the costume from time to rime, but he's always been Robin."