DK-Verse: Batcave?: On the Road Again (and Again)

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Great.  One moment she was in the Nexus--having previously been in a Gotham more than three hundred years in her future--the next she's in the Batcave.  Only... it's definitely not her Batcave.  Some of the souvenirs were off, for one thing.  And, well, she just had a sense about this kind of thing.

Truth be told, the more she examined it, the greater the differences became.  No giant penny, no mechanical dinosaur, no old Robin and Catwoman costumes stored in glass cases, no Batmobile--at least not that she recognized...

She was definitely far from home.

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He grinned and touched the black ball cautiously before offering it again. "Clam?"

Pru hunkered down and checked the food piled on the grill, then looked up and waited for the young people to settle down so that she could pray, hoping that Helena wouldn't be offended.

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She took it. "Thanks," she said. She nodded, respectfully, in Pru's direction. She'd been brought up more religious than she'd become in her later years, but found moments of faith now and then.

Hard not to believe in God when the Wrath there-of used to be a member of your team.

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The catwoman smiled and watched as her son bowed his head, then did so herself and spoke to her Master as though He were her friend, thanking Him for the chance to meet Helena and asking Him to watch over them that night on patrol, then thanking Him for the food.

All the while she spoke the roasted ball of meat in Helena's hands was sending up fragrant cooked clam fumes.

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Helena took one last cautious look, then decided she was going to starve if she didn't try the extraterrestrial food, so she took a bite.

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It was as good as it smelled, but Pru fell over laughing as a loud and flatulent sound came from the punctured clam.

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"Is there some trick to eating this?"

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"It won't do it again." She chuckled and wiped at her eyes, then glanced at her son, who was a little pink from embarrassment for not realizing that Helena wouldn't know about the clams.

Then she looked up. "Thank You, Master. In Your name. Alright, now. Let's eat."

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Helena blushed behind her mask, something easily apparent given the realitively minor nature of said mask.

"Best thing I've heard all day."

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Pru quickly moved everything off the grill and piled it onto a platter, which she set on a flat rock. "We can eat inside the Nightwing if you'd rather a more civilized meal."

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She shook her head. "This is fine. I may be a city girl, but it's nice to get back to nature every once in a while."

Or when you have a cave in your old house's basement.