After a long endeavor, Helena gained some rest. At least, in her mind she was asleep, what Alfred saw was a young woman asleep at the enlarged hovering desk where she worked on her case. Her head placed directly on top of the desk next to a stale bagel and what appeared to be stagnant water. Alfred sighed unknowingly shaking his head and strutting over to another workbench. Alfred shuffled various items he had been working on to find a simple fleece throw blanket. He dusted it off, and briskly strolled to Helena, placing the cover over her slender self. Turning around, Alfred decided to tinker away on other projects that Bruce had instructed him to do alongside his own pet projects.

Bruce came back from the lake house to the subterranean lair to get started on his work, it was barely noon, and he left his bed companion to fend for herself in his home. He never worried about wandering guests since the security systems he built were too complex for military grade Whitehat let alone a spoiled socialite. He knew the clock was ticking and left to continue his work. Bruce was surprised to find Alfred tinkering away when he usually finishes his lunch around this time.

He must've been occupied with other things, Bruce thought. Upon closer observation, Bruce noticed his kid slumped over the desk, near all the intricate tech and what appeared to be a poor excuse of appeasing dietary needs.

"I would offer a 'good morning' but we both know that would be a lie." Alfred commented, barely looking up from his work. Bruce remarked, "time is relative, so it's not really a lie."

Alfred snorted, "Only you would try and argue with a simple greeting with obstinacy."

"What did Helena find?" Bruce, as usual, cut to the chase. Bruce looked at the work Helena was doing, sprawled out all over the station.

"She spoke with Luthor after the Gala. As always, you're very keen on what she brings you rather than her welfare I see." Alfred pursed his mouth in clear disapproval. Bruce looked at Alfred sharply, "Her mother and I trained her well, she can handle herself." Bruce knew what Alfred was getting at but elected to ignore it. He loved his children, but Bruce coped in his usual unhealthy brooding way by feigning indifference. That learned stoicism often hurt others, pushed them away. Not Helena, she was built as a highly resilient person given the crucible that is her life. They all had to be.

Alfred became the empathetic voice of reason though, stating the obvious to the pair of obstinate Waynes whenever they decided to be persistently stubborn with one another. "You do realize that she is your daughter and not just some protégé. You already have a few regrets, that is easy to tell, don't let her become one."

Bruce stewed over his words; Alfred got to him, and they both knew it. Bruce couldn't lose another family member again. His parents, Selina, his son Damian, Jason…the list of friends, family, allies, acquaintances, it was endless. Bruce coped in the only way he taught himself to, by fighting everyone and everything he could. He found solace in the knowledge that his daughter was like Prometheus, immortally undead. However, it didn't mean he should push her to risk breaking any boundaries venturing in permanent death.

The three of them appeared very at home in the cave, clearly making normalcy in an abnormal circumstance.

Helena jolted awake, breathing in deeply, sweating profusely.

"What's wrong?" Bruce directly asked. Helena looked a little shaken.

"Nothing, just a dream. It felt unreal. As if I was in another time." Helena pondered, quickly realizing her surroundings.

"I had a similar experience last night." Bruce started.

"Do Kryptonians know how to plant dreams as warnings?" Helena inquired.

"I don't think they have any telepathic abilities. Seems to be a coincidence." Bruce disregarded it, walking over to investigate his flash drive he obtained from the gala.

"What did yours entail?" She was curious, Bruce just looked at her. "We have work to do."

Unrelenting, Helena spoke aloud, describing her vision in detail:

"There was a vast wasteland, the city looked burned—almost leveled into a scorched desert. Upon the ground a brand, an Omega symbol, burned like fresh lava seeping from the earth. In the sky were machines hovering over the ruins, machines I have never seen before. You were there but dressed differently, you looked older like you had come from a different time. I saw Superman there too, he frightened me. We were looking for something to stop him, help was scarce. Then we were below ground, there were countless others…they all had faces I have seen somewhere but I don't know how I would know them. Superman cut into them like butter, there was no remorse in his eyes. I was so scared. I could hear our heartbeats, his was so steady because nothing disturbed him anymore…mine was racing and he knew I was scared. He ripped out your heart as easy as a kid disembowels a pumpkin. I think he lost Lois, how though I'm not sure. I was hanging there, panicking because I just saw him do all of this with no guilt, just like Joker. He looked at me and told me I had broken my promise, a promise to stop him and save Lois. I tried to tell him that I could still fix it, but before I could he choked me to death…"

Bruce looked at her engrossed at what she described, "I had almost the same exact dream. Only I saw him snap your neck before he killed me. He said I needed to see that as the last image in my head."

"What could any of that mean?" Alfred interjected. Bruce quickly recomposed himself, "Probably a shared fear. Nothing more."

Helena and Alfred exchanged looks, Helena believed it was a future she needed to avoid. Alfred thought to himself that it was likely a coincidence, but given the existence of aliens, Alfred was ready to believe anything at this point.

Bruce continued, "The files I secured from the gala, they prove that there are other metahumans, like you and your mother." Helena snapped her head towards him after being lost in thought, "Others…like me?"

Bruce nodded. Alfred stated, "Different abilities, or like Helena?"

"Extremely different from one another. One is a cybernetic being, one appeared almost invisible, one was found near the Mariana Trench. The other one, was the woman we saw at the gala, I think she's immortal, like you." Bruce mentioned.

Helena pondered what that really meant, but business came first.

Changing the subject, Helena showed the other two what Luthor gave her. "Brainiac is an A.I. Luthor wanted me to use him to bring Superman in exchange for the tech. Naturally, I am not following through on the offer."

Bruce snapped, "Why?"

"There's a bigger fish out there that Luthor is hiding, Superman is a possible threat, but he is not my priority." Helena asserted herself.

"I don't think you realize the severity that thing can cause if he becomes motivated to decimate this world." Bruce argued.

"You don't think I'm a little bit afraid? I think someone is trying to play us against each other like pawns in some sick game Bruce. There is another being out there that we need to prepare for. For a detective, I think you're losing your trees in the forest." Helena quipped.

"What do you think we are really doing here Helena? If we can't handle one Kryptonian, what makes you think we can handle anything bigger, assuming this is more than a subconscious fear, a hunch at best?" Bruce retorted.

Before Helena shot back anything, Alfred intervened, "Both of you must realize that he is NOT our enemy. I agreed that someone, most likely Luthor, is playing a game at something, that is a tangible threat, not Superman."

Bruce huffed, "And if one day I am right?"

"Then we are all dead no matter what good we do to prevent it." Helena said ominously.