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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"The guys?"

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"Clark and Porthos." Her eyes softened at the last name.

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The first name, at least, brings to mind her "Uncle" Clark, the graying guardian of Metropolis... better known to most of the world as Superman. The other brings to mind the Three Musketeers, if anything, but she certainly caught the significance of how it was said.

"Let's go, then."

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It was to the upstairs gym that she brought her, down a few hallways and into the back of the house. It was a huge room, full of all the latest fitness equipment and bright from the light of a wall of windows that overlooked beautiful gardens and a small river. A small herd of horses grazed in a white paddock over to one side; several Egyptian Arabian beauties and a large grey Bologlonaise.

Inside the gym, on an open space surrounded by practise sword racks and the like two men were sparring with slender blades that would have looked at home in the hands of the Sun King's father. One was slim and boyish, though there was something of strength and power about him. His eyes were bright blue and laughing, and his close cut black hair curled over his forehead.

The other was a big bearded bear of a man, but his movements were quick and light, and his face too laughed as he moved his silver blade with swift grace.

Both men were obviously master swordsmen, and the match was like a dance nearly too swift for the eye to see.

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"They're good," she said, watching carefully. "Almost too good," she added.