Everything felt fuzzy. And was… jittering around.
Trying to open her eyes was a struggle. Like her eyelids were glued together, and weighed a thousand pounds each.
Trying to raise her hand to wipe at her eyes, a sharp stinging bit at the back of it. "Stephanie, please, stop pulling out the IV, sweetheart. I know you don't like medications, but just until we land, I want to keep you comfortable."
...Leslie? What was happening. Wasn't she with Batman? Land where? "S'going on?" She croaks softly, scowling. You didn't need open eyes to have expressions. A pause. Leslie squeezes her hand softly. "Stephanie… we left Gotham. You–well, you died."
Her automatic reflex kicked in. Rolling her head to the side, with a wince, forcing a grin, an eye peeking open to look at the doctor. "I only wanted to be Robin, I didn't expect an upgrade to Phoenix, with resurrection powers." ’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’template credit.