But, for now, she was still in the hospital and on the road to getting better. There was a lightness to her that wasn't around when she first arrived in the hospital. Like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. So, it was a good time for a brother to come visit, even if her eyebrows furrowed a bit as the nurse informed her of such. Tim would never call himself her brother, and Dick wasn't up to walking around his own hospital room. Jason really came? Steph was kind of amused as she told the nurse to let him in. Sitting on the bed with her sketchbook open to drawings of wedding dresses, she looked at the door in anticipation, a quip ready on her tongue.
But there was no quip when Jen stepped aside. He had aged, he was older, but there was no mistaking him. "Damian?" she asked with a crack in her voice after gaping at the door for a few moments. No, no. No, she was supposed to be getting better. This wasn't possible. Jen, smiling tentatively behind the towering young boy, closed the door behind him to leave the two former batkids alone. Both much older than they'd been the last time they had seen each other. Stephanie's fingers twitched on her pencil, and she just stared. Breathless and incredulous and wondering how fast she could take whoever this really was down.