His pain faded so quickly that Jason started to actually believe that he was dead. But that wasn't right, was it? He'd ridden the Death Train before. There was nothing after that final curtain fell. Nothing but darkness. What he was seeing and feeling now, it was different. It was better. If he wasn't so convinced that there was absolutely no way he'd ever land in heaven, he'd buy that he'd gone the opposite way this time. But, nah. He wasn't dead. Something had saved him.
No, Jason thought to himself as he squinted up at the unfamiliar woman, her features slowly fading into place, someone.
Confusion would have been appropriate right then. Lots and lots of confusion. Maybe even a side of panic, given that he had no idea who he was looking at right now. And once he figured out that he wasn't even in Gotham city anymore? Jason wasn't unfamiliar with weird - an alien princess was one third of his team, after all - but the combination of a near death experience brought on by the Joker, a sudden location change, and him being magically being healed by a total stranger was enough to make even Jason raise an eyebrow. Except that was the problem. He wasn't panicked or worried. When this woman, whoever she was, told him that he was going to fine? He actually felt kind of convinced.
Jason smoothed a hand over his face. No burns. Nothing. It was all gone.
"How did you --?" He started slowly. He should have been dead. Or close to it. Jason furrowed his brow, focusing. That was when he finally got a good glimpse of the woman who had saved him. He started to sit up, only just realizing that he'd been using her lap as a pillow, and found himself regretting that decision immediately because (A) whoa, headrush (B) HEADRUSH and (C) H-E-A-D-R-U-S-H.
Jason tried to sit upright and failed the first go. The second attempt? It went better. The world around him righted itself, but it was hard to take note of it when he was watching the woman before him so carefully. Not in a distrusting manner, which was a nice change of pace for him, but curiously. Who was she and how had she managed to make all of that pain go away so fast? She wasn't normal, that was for sure. Jason had endured his fair share of magic-y, out of this world, supernatural crazy and someone who was able to heal him up that fast had to fall into one - if not all three! - of those categories. It just wasn't so much with the every day that he ran into someone from that particular chapter of the universe who'd so willingly help him out. He had been expecting Bruce or Alfred, maybe, but - wait. The manor. It wasn't typically outdoors. Or filled with graves. "Okay, hero," Jason said, voice still off, but stronger than before. He leaned back against one of the nearby graves (sorry, David Somerset) to get his bearings. "Care to explain?"