"Didn't you see my happy button? I have a happy button," Helena pointed out, lifting her arm as much as she could, with all the wires attached and her own weakness defeating her. "I press it, I get dosed with morphine. Seriously, some people would get themselves shot just for this. Fun with self medication." She grinned dreamily, feeling looser and more relaxed than she normally let herself be.
"No, boys, don't fight," she said playfully with a lopsided, silly grin, "don't fight, unless you're going to get naked and do it in a pit of the cafeteria Jell-O." More seriously, trying to clear her head enough to thank Matt, she let slip, "Better your name in the papers than mine. I just... like my privacy. Thank you, by the way. I wanted a chance to say that."
"What can I do?" Bruce answered with a shrug, thinking that Batman could do a whole hell of a lot more, and would. "A man I barely knew was just killed, and a... friend of a friend of a friend is hurt. I wouldn't be surprised if it was a mob hit; it was down at the docks. I'm just trying to sort things, making this... Helena as comfortable as possible. It's a mess down here. The reporters are like... sharks smelling blood in the water."