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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"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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"That grandson that I mentioned." Brenda smirked as a sudden increase in the friendly put downs that Porthos had been heaping on Clark and a marked extra flamboyance of his style showed her that he had noticed the female audience.

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"Figured as much," she replied, turning her attention back to the athletic display.

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It went on for several minutes more, Porthos showing off for all he was worth, and then Clark stepped back and lowered his sword with a laugh. "That's enough for now."

Brenda shook her head slightly and grinned widely as Porthos cheerfully insinuated that he had Clark shaking in his boots, then laughed out loud as the giant walked over and swept her off her feet for a kiss.

"Miss Wayne?" Clark walked over and looked at Helena quizzically.

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"Please," she says, "just call me Helena."

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"Alright." He smiled as he listened with half an ear to what their surroundings had to say about her. Then he offered a hand. "I'm Clark."

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She took it and shook it. "So Brenda said. Pleasure to meet you."

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He glanced toward Brenda and Porthos, then shook his head slightly and turned away. "This must be strange for you."

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"More than you can imagine."

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He cleared his throat and was rewarded with a glower from Porthos and an impudent and slightly giddy smirk from Brenda.

"I'd like to hear your story, if it's alright. But we should clean up, first."

Porthos and Brenda exchanged a glance, and the nineteen year old pinched her nose. Crestfallen, the big man turned and strode toward the dressing room.

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"No problem," Helena replies, feeling vaguely like something had just been interrupted.

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"Sorry." Brenda was blushing slightly as she walked over to rejoin her.

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"Don't worry about it," Helena replied.