Futureknight verse: Wayne Manor: Different Bat-Time, Different Bat-Channel

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Daylight filtered through the window, rousing Helena from her sleep.  With a grumble, she pulled the covers up higher and attempted to bury her head in her pillow.  She wouldn't exactly say she'd had a good night's rest--too many memories associated with the Manor--but she had slept about as well as anyone who sometimes kept odd hours could.

When it became clear that she was not going to be able to get back to sleep, she reluctantly came out from under the covers and gasped.

This was not the same room she'd gone to sleep in.

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Brenda stopped short and quirked an eyebrow, then finished reading the paragraph she'd been on and bookmarked her place on the ebook before looking up to note which hallway she was in.

-Guest wing. We don't have any guests. Mornbein? No, she doesn't gasp... or leave the door ajar when she's up to something.-

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Any number of other bat-people would have gotten up and walked out like they owned the place (which, given where she was and who she was, she might actually be considered as being), but hers was a bit more careful approach.

Wish my gear didn't get left down in the Bat-Cave...

She settled for arming herself with the table lamp, and poked a careful head out into the hallway.

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Slender black brows arched as Brenda wrinkled her forehead. "Helena?"

-Same one I met? Can't really tell yet....-

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It had taken a little work, but finally a few moments later Helena would find herself seated in the familiar breakfast nook (though decorated differently), clad in a pair of khaki shorts and a polo shirt and facing a plate that contained a fragrant omelet. Brenda sat across from her, idly squeezing what looked like a huge powder blue caterpillar, which squeaked softly with each squeeze.

"May I bring you anything else?" asked Prudence.

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"Just some orange juice, please," Helena replied.

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"She was probably stuck to me when I came up from downstairs." She poked the big blue one and got a cheerful squeak. "This is Laurel, that one's Misty." She glanced around to make sure there weren't any more. "They're stress worms."

The little yellow creature felt Helena's breath as she looked at her and cooed softly.

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"Good grief... I thought that thing was a stuffed animal or something."

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"Clark's holding back." She watched critically, pleased to see that he wasn't holding back as much as he had when he and Porthos had first started these sparring sessions. The pirate would never attain his alien mentor's level, of course, but he was well on his way to being the best that was humanly possible.

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"Clark... wouldn't happen to be, oh, a Kent, now would he?" she asked, with a wink.

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Brenda walked over and sat on a bench, turning over Porthos' sword in her hands and gently smoothing a finger along the side of the blade. "Speaking about time differences... Porthos still calls all technology magic."

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Helena blinked in surprise. "Okay, so I wasn't wrong about the Three Musketeers connection...?"

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"The JLA are good people," said Brenda thoughtfully. "Crazy as bedbugs, most of them, but good."

"Takes one to know one." Clark grinned as he plopped down on the bench beside Helena, then chuckled as it shook under Porthos's flop.

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Helena smiles. "I know that feeling. Between Wildcat on the one end and Johnny Thunder on the other..."

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"It comes in handy." He put the bracelet back on, then looked up as Prudence entered carrying a tray of refreshments. "Thanks, Pru."

"You are welcome, Master Clark." The woman's cool green eyes took in each of the others on the bench as she stopped in front of it and offered the tray.

"You're joining us?" Brenda noticed the tea in Prudence's favorite antique china cup.

"It seems a wise thing to do."

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Helena took one of the cups. "Thanks, Prudence," she said.

She looked from one person to the next. "Look, guys, can I be blunt here? You can get me home, right?"

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"You do realize, Miss Helena, that the fabrics and trimmings that you are accustomed to using are no longer available?" said Prudence gently.

"And that local weapons would go through it like butter." Brenda frowned.

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She frowned in return. "You've gotta be kidding me."

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"Here he's a legend as big as the Bat, Nightwing, and Robin," said Clark. "Though most people never bother to learn that at the end he was a member of the JLA."

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Helena could not look more shocked.

"Now I know you're kidding."

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"Exactly." She squeaked as Porthos put a hand on her shoulder, then turned to look up at him.

"Miss Helena?" asked Prudence from where she stood patiently to one side.

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"Heh. Sorry, Prudence. I'm coming," Helena replied. "I'll just leave these two lovebirds alone."

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"I was."

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Hey, maybe she's not that bad a detective after all!

"Time-travel, or just a good diet and plenty of exercise?"

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The butler nodded and keyed this information into the computer, then nodded toward what looked like a rounded shower stall. "If you would step inside and remove anything that has no bearing on your uniform."

She turned back to the screen, then remembered the last time Rachel had come for a new uniform. "After you have closed the door, of course."

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Helena stifled a chuckle and headed inside, first closing the door before removing the majority of her clothes.

"All set on this end."