An Avenging Angel

*beep* *beep* *beep*

"Ugggh...." my head.

" John? Was that you?" That voice....

I opened my eyes, and immediately regretted it. Why is it so bright here?

"Come on John, you've gotta wake up." I know that voice.

The second attempt to open my eyes was more successful. This time there was a figure blocking the light.

"A-A-Angel? Is that you?"

"No, John, It's Barbara. Angela is *sniff* not here" As my eyes adjusted, I can bownidentify the figure as Barbara Gordan. At the moment, Bab's smiling face has been replaced by a look of equal parts sorrow and sympathy.

"Ah, my head is killing me. What happened last night?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first time i have ever posted any story online. I am also looking for someone who can help write the "steamy" parts. If you would like to help please send me a message.

Please help.