Barbara was used to appearing acts. Bruce's, Dick's, Jason's when he'd been alive, Tim's... It had used to be her own as well. As much as she knew that she had a support structure and that everyone thought she'd gotten over the loss, it was something you never fully recovered from. Yes you could relearn everything, you could use a wheelchair, you could learn to cope. But things were never the same. You were left with the scars and the longing and the wishful hope that someday some miracle might happen. But it never did. He was lucky. They all were lucky. And while she tried not to show it, she was jealous. She had never before been limited physically - other than of her own choosing back in high school. And while the others - she knew - didn't see what she did as something that needed to be done... yes dying hadn't been the intent, it scared the shit out of her. But despite it all she wasn't a china doll. And was the risk stupid? Yes. But she'd done it. And now - like everything else, she had to push herself to work through it. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to climb out of that hole.
Her first words were a direct but an accurate one. Something they were used to. "I'm up late," she sighed, not looking at him at first. "I couldn't sleep." She'd gotten sick of coding about three hours ago and hadn't wanted to see anyone by going down to the kitchen. But Dick was okay... even if things now were strained. She managed a small smile as he tried in vain to fix his hair. It would never work, it never had.
"Thought that coming up here might help me clear my head, maybe help me get some rest." She was quiet after that, the silence deafening. The awkwardness could have been cut with a knife. She was unfortunately too stubborn to admit that she was wrong, to say the words. And yes he had tried to get her to stop talking to the Trickster, but nothing here was safe. And she had a bone to pick with him. Did she care? Of course she did! She didn't want to die... again. But she wasn't afraid. And that was the difference. Did it make her reckless? That one time yes. But there was no control here... and she really didn't know herself.
(ooc: I think later in this thread she may cry awww =( )