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came to visit again, and brought a friend. The Dick Grayson of her reality. It was a pleasant end to a memorably unpleasant day that included a battle royal between the twins and our Dick going ballistic in the Oriental Room. Met Helena's Uncle Clark in the Nexus. Dämmerung met a young man in the Nexus a few days ago and then came and spoke with me about the problems that he's having with his native Batman. I agreed to go and help if I could, and have accordingly spent several days sitting around in the Bat suit on various overly soft Nexus couches. (Sidenote: It's amazing how few people noticed me even as I sat in plain sight. And the range of stupidity of some of the questions was equally so.) He wasn't me. (here) Is complete. Though testing was cut short by my body's unscheduled mutiny. Spoke to a boy about protecting his girlfriend. I am now Brenda Wayne-Gordon. Part of me is happy in a way I can't describe, but another part is frightened beyond words. Not of Jim- he's the closest friend that I have other than Alfred and Leslie- but of somehow ruining things with my own inability to be a normal human being. I just needed to find somewhere private to think. Stumbled into yet another nexus. And met an alternate offspring. The conditions were less than ideal, but it proved a surprisingly pleasant time anyway. I met with Jim this evening. I'd intended to tell him about Brent and maybe get a little closure for both of us, but things didn't go quite according to plan. |