Holding the ice pack to the side of her rapidly swelling face, the pressure of the cowl no longer holding everything in place, Stephanie sighed heavily, hunched in her seat in the Firewall, her uncovered eye resisting the urge to roll.
She had already told Wendy to clear out before Bruce rolled in after her, and Barbara popped up on the screen, as she had already begun taking parts of her suit off, and was using part of the shelving to wedge her shoulder back in place.
While the endless, shouted lecture about ‘recklessness’, and ‘needless self-endangerment’, bounced around the sterile white and lavender trimmed environment of the gifted ‘batcave-esque’ base raged on, Stephanie groaned slightly, shifting, trying to keep herself from stiffening up, the dark, almost bloody bruising, of deep mottled purple and maroon colors between her shoulders, running down under the back of her undersuit, letting out a groan. “Are you two done yet?” A pause, passing glance between the two of them.
“Yeah, I get it. Stupid sh*t means Steph gets dead again. But guess what. I didn’t die. Those kids didn’t die. And I only dislocated my shoulder and maybe tore some stuff. I’d call that a win this time. Lecture me when I die again, alright? Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an ice bath to go sit in, then I’ll patch myself up.” Shifting her weight out of the seat, biting back a groan, closing her eyes in a wince, Stephanie flicked her gauntlet at the Bat, before shuffling her way towards the Firewalls showers, absently cradling her left arm to her chest, mentally preparing it for a sling for a few days at least. “And if you think trying to get the boyfriend on my case on this one, you’re gonna be in for a bad time, because he would have done the same thing, and you both know it.”
Normally she would have pointed back at them, but right now, raising her arms to shoulder level just hurt too much.
She knew they were right.
She just didn’t want them to win this one. ’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’template credit.