They even have information on our lives before we were brought here... those words echoed in Helena's mind. Accurate or not, information was just that, and information was one of the most powerful weapons anyone could have.

"Daughter of...well. You know," Helena grinned, embarrassed. "I'm not sure what else they'd find out about me that could make me any more interesting."

Helena blinked, a piece of potato laden with cheese, sour cream, and beef halfway to her mouth. "Batcow?" What?

"None of this sounds familiar," Helena said, trying to move past Batcow. "Back home, it's just me, Mom, and Dad." She paused. "Well, just me and Dad, now. I'm Robin." Well, most of the cards were on the table anyway. What was one more little detail? She'd rather not have the assumption running around that she was Batgirl or Catgirl.