Owner Pose
Helena Wayne Helena Wayne doesn't have her own room at the Roost, but she lives in Gotham so it's not a long commute. Right now she's sitting on a sofa, booted feet propped up on a coffee table and crossed at the ankles. There's a soda within reach and she's holding a remote in one hand, flipping through channels.

At least the channel selection is bigger than what she has in her small apartment.
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney actually did have a room here. It was one she was occupying far more often lately, though she would often commute to school in New York, and... other places. She was a well-traveled teen.

Having had a pleasant shower, she's since dressed in some comfy house pajamas (a Cubone onesie) and has slung a towel over her shoulders to soak up any dampness from her hair. Coming into the room she grins at the newer face Conner had been showing around. "Hey, Helena, right? Anything good on?"

Even as she asks she heads for the mini-fridge here to peek into it seeking something suitable.
Helena Wayne Helena Wayne gives the remote another click before she looks over, offering a wry smile. "Right, Gabby. Looks like I left my bikini AND my PJ's in my bike's other saddlebag." She holds up a root beer bottle that's nearly empty. "Any more rootbeer in there? Might have to look in the back."

"If there's anything good on, I haven't found it yet. Still, this is more channels than I get at home. Got any favorites?"
Gabby Kinney "Yeah, Rootbeer's one of my favorites so I try to keep things stocked. Or... Red Robin does really, but he's thoughtful like that," Gabby admits with a grin recalling their fearless birdie leader. She does rummage around managing to pull out one more bottle of Rootbeer, and just a regular Coke. Strolling back over she offers Helena the rootbeer.

"If you need a place to stash stuff for awhile you can borrow my closet. Or, a locker I guess would work too." Even after saying that she pauses to consider the question. "Honestly? I kind of like watching Food Network. There's still so much foods I haven't tried and it gives me ideas for new things."

Cracking her Coke open she tips it back for a sip before a realization strikes her. "If you need to get more stuff we could go shopping? We can use the company card as it were."
Helena Wayne Helena Wayne leans forward a bit and reaches out to accept the bottle. "Thanks." she replies, twisting it open. Taking a pull from the bottle, Helena smiles a bit at the offer. "And thanks. I might just take you up on that offer to borrow your closet. At least for a spare costume and maybe a bikini."

She pauses, then. "Or perhaps a high-cut one piece that runs low in the back. Wasn't that it?" Rose's suggestion, of course. Helena passes over the remote, then.

"Honestly I'm still trying to sort out some of the subtle differences between this world and mine. How about you? What's your thing here?"
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney sinks down to sit on the couch drawing her legs up to sit cross-legged in the process. Given her shorter height maybe it was easier to do that than let her legs dangle off the side. Surely it wasn't that bad anymore, but old habits were hard to break. Especially when they were comfy

"Oh sure, no problem then. Got plenty of room for that," she assures with an easy nod.

The question garners an amused grin from her. "My deal? Well. I'm a clone." A deep breath is drawn, then let out slowly. "Of a clone. The lab that made my sisters and I stole a sample of DNA from a clone newly created from stolen DNA from the main source..." Lifting a hand she holds her palm out flat only to wibble her hand back and forth. "Copies of a copy. They tried to tweak things so we'd all end up with various mutations but failed utterly. After awhile they just cranked more of us out to act as guinea pigs for their 'bodyguard' program."

Another sip is taken of her Coke, and she eyes the screen curiously. Or perhaps it didn't mean much to her at this point. "Aaand that's when I came around, and as luck would have it, I actually ended up with an active X-Gene. I heal. I have claws. And due to their 'tinkering' I can't feel pain."
Helena Wayne Helena Wayne starts counting on her fingers. "So two clones, right? Conner, I mean. And at least two Bats, me and Red Robin. Plus Rose... wherever she fits in."

Helena shrugs a little. "Can't feel pain? I can see where that could be handy. To a point, of course. At least as long as your heeling can keep up." She takes another sip, raising one foot to toe off the boot before doing the same with the other.

Her socks are purple to match her t-shirt. One foot gets tucked up under the other as she half-turns to face Gabby.
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney puffs out a breath that usually would knock her hair out of her face. If it wasn't still damp and hanging limp around her shoulders. Habits. "Yeah. My healing factor is pretty great and I can heal pretty much anything, but it still takes time in some aspects. Plus I can't heal properly if things aren't in the right spot. So it can be dangerous too at times. I still can get exhausted."

Grinning, she nods a bit. "Yeah, Conner's a clone too. There's honestly a surprising amount of clones out there from different government agencies. I was thinking of starting a club. My sister is here as well. The original clone my genetics were stolen from," she explains further. "There's Balm, who counts as a Bat now too I guess since she got adopted. Um. Oh, The Archivist stops by now and then to check on us. He's our designated 'responsible adult' and can offer an ear when needed. Plus he's pretty respectful of us all which I appreciate. He doesn't act like we're kids that don't know what we're doing."
Helena Wayne Helena Wayne listens, shaking her head slowly at all the clone talk. "Labs and experiments? And I though -my- world was messed up." she whistles low, taking another pull from her bottle. "Good to hear that the 'responsible adult' is a decent guy. I was one of the last heroes standing when my world burned down. I really don't need a babysitter."

"I was the first and only Robin in my world; I think I told you that. Batman was my dad and my mom was a world-class burglar. They were a surprisingly cute couple, in hindsight."
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney listens intently to the description of things. Even if it was sad in some areas she can't help but smile at the desription of Helena's parents. "That sounds awesome. Your parents, I mean." She pauses a moment, considering. "I've got my dad, our original DNA donor, but ... Never thought what a mom would be like." The moment of wistful thought is shaken off quickly.

"Okay enough being a downer." Again she grins and takes another sip of her drink. "Honestly? I've met a few people from either alternate timelines or 'dead worlds' that have ended up here. Everyone I've met was pretty awesome and completely capable. I'm almost eighteen now but when you've worked with a team for years, and been trained nonstop, and then everyone tells you that you're 'too young' to help? It sucks. So hard."
Helena Wayne Helena Wayne smiles at that. "I'm twenty and there are times when I feel like thirty. I've never had someone tell me that I'm 'too young', but I did have a couple of the Bats get territorial on me. At least the first time."

She offers her bottle to clink against Gabby's own. "Here's to being underestimated. Which, as I understand it, is one of this team's strengths."
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney extends her bottle to clink against Helena's with a broad grin. "They do be like that. I've always enjoyed the 'being underestimated' angle, so never minded too much. And the team is great about not keeping people under lock and key or anything. Honestly we've got a lot of very capable people here, and I hope I don't end up sucking when it comes to helping lead everyone."
Helena Wayne Helena Wayne takes another swig after the bottle-clink. "I'm sure you won't." she replies. "Batman's greatest strength is that criminals are already afraid of him. So when he -does- crash in, most of them just outright panic." Helena grins, then. "Don't get me wrong, now. He's also probably one of the best there is when it comes to a fight. And I do say 'is', because I've seen this Batman fight."
Gabby Kinney "Oh, yeah, I've seen him in action once. He's ... A powerful personality and skilled fighter." Not that she really had to convince Helena of this. Leaning back into the couch Gabby gets a bit more comfortable. "So what about you? I mean I assume you're good at hand to hand. Got any other specialties? Or preferences? I'm actually pretty well trained with guns but try to avoid it in Gotham."
Helena Wayne Helena Wayne shrugs a little, one leg still tucked up while they chat. "I'm a big fan of crossbows, actually. A good shot can disarm or... more. Depending on the need. I keep the standard utility belt gear, of course, and also a collapsible staff." Another drink while she considers. "I'm also very good at breaking and entering, as well as security systems. Mom had me slipping out of police handcuffs about the time I was eight."
Gabby Kinney "Always a useful skill. As is B&E. I was usually the scout, distraction, or infiltration. Or the navigator," Gabby muses as she considers all the roles she'd played back during her time with her sisters at the labs. "My sisters were ... Well. The labs made them kill on occasion, but my sisters kept me from doing that myself. I knew it happened. Just." Here she shrugs as her hands wrap around the bottle she holds, glancing down. "They wanted one of us to at least have a choice about it. I still try not to. Not above hurting someone if needed. A lot."
Helena Wayne Helena Wayne nods slowly at that, toying with her bottle. "Me too. Killing isn't something you can give back if you made a mistake." Pause. "I'm glad you had the choice, at least." Her expression softens, then the wry smile returns. "You know how difficult it is to nail someone to the wall with a crossbow bolt and not hit something important?"
Gabby Kinney "Oh god, yeah. There's so many ways that could go wrong." Gabby regards Helena with a look of appreciation at that particular fact though. There were ways to avoid it, and knowing she knew how, well. That was already telling of her particular skill with her weapon of choice. "I probably should look into some kind of secondary weapon. I do use a sword though I'm no where near as good as Robin at it. Most of my training was more 'Western' based, though they did make sure we were well rounded on a lot of weaponry. I guess," she adds thoughtfully, "It does help that I was trained to fight as just a regular human. My mutation didn't emerge until puberty. So I don't have to RELY on it."
Helena Wayne Helena Wayne nods slowly at that, looking thoughtful. "I tend to shoot until I get close, then go hand-to-hand. My suit has armor over the important areas, and I know enough styles to mix things up." Her head tilts, then. "I can show you some Eastern sword styles if you want. Assuming 'us kids' are allowed to play with real steel." Helena's upper lip twitches a little at that. Then she considers. "Robin. Which one?"
Gabby Kinney Gabby Kinney lifts a hand to lift up with a gesture, apparently indicating height. "Newest, youngest. Shares the same lineage as you, kind of." She was trying not to out and out state full names knowing how much secret identities meant to Tim. It wasn't really her place to say that. "He uh. Well it doesn't matter now, but Red Robin says he's better than me so I'll take his word for it on that aspect. As for live steel--" Here she grins giving a quick nod. "Of course! I wear body armor anyway myself as well."
Helena Wayne Helena Wayne looks over at the gesturing hand, lifting both brows as she nods. "Youngers and shortest, apparently." she replies. "Oracle told me once that it would be really -interesting- to watch me and Red Robin fight sometime. I almost shot him when we first met, you know." Helena takes another sip, then. "I told him to freeze and he didn't try to run. You don't know how many bad guys take a bolt to the knee for that." She chuckles at Gabby's enthusiasm, then. "We'll see if we can rustle up a pair of decent katanas sometime."
Gabby Kinney "Oh that's easy enough. If Laura doesn't have them, then my brother will. Deadpool always knows how to get weapons," Gabby points out with a solemn nod. "Though in all truth Laura likely has a set or two and would make a point of wanting to watch to 'make sure I haven't lost my edge,'" she adds complete with air quotes. "She's not as socialized as I am. But means well. Just don't ever eat her chili, I don't think most people would survive it." Uncrossing her legs she hops to her feet with a little stretch. "Great talking to you more, Helena, but I think I need to catch a nap now before patrol in awhile. Catch you later!"