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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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"I don't really have a secret identity yet." Brenda picked up her mask. "I'm just the socialite heiress of the Wayne/Grayson/Donaldson fortune. Clark runs Waynecorp."

[bat-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Never really was one for just playing socialite. I always feel like I need to be doing something. Er, something other than the whole Huntress thing."

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"Well, I'm working on my third Master's. But that's not really anything. Prudence says that we need a semi public figure to offset the last few Donaldson/Waynes' reclusivity." Brenda shrugged, then put her mask on and visibly changed in her stance and body language.

A nod, and she turned toward the door.

[bat-daughter.livejournal.com]

What a strange set of alternate worlds, Helena my girl, she thinks.

She nods in return. "Be seeing you then."

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Robin vanished through the teleportal, leaving the holographic emitter on the table for Helena.

[bat-daughter.livejournal.com]

Helena pocketed the device, finally replacing her own mask. One more piece of other-universe technology to study. Or rather, to give Sylvester to study. The Star-Spangled Kid had rebuilt Starman's cosmic rod into the cosmic converter belt inside of a week. He'd be able to figure all this stuff out.

Then, she too made her exit.