I remembered dying. I remember seeing Damien Dhark stabbing me. The rest of my death went by in a blur. It was time for me to go. I'd done what was needed. Now here I was, where ever I was. The Black Canary was dead. Laurel Lance was dead.
Opening my eyes, I was greeted by a blinding light. After blinking a few times, my eyes focused on the white room I was in. I was completely alone. The voices in my head subsided. Now it was just silence. Sitting up, I inspected my surroundings. There wasn't any furniture in the room, just white walls and white floors. No sign of anything else in here.
"Dinah Laurel Lance, always trying to save the world," came a voice.
My eyes widened. I hadn't heard that voice in three...four years now. I turned to see him standing there. He stood there in an old flannel shirt that I had seen him wear oh so many times. A grin was spread across his face as if he was about to get up to some sort of trouble, which he usually was.
"Hey, if I don't try and save it who will?" I asked, knowing that that was what I had to say.
He laughed at that, no doubt remembering the conversation we had had all those years ago. "You're done with all of that now. You saved the world. Now it's time for someone else to step up and save it."
"My time is over." I admitted. "I did good, didn't I?"
"You, Dinah Laurel Lance, The Black Canary, did wonderful." Tommy Merlyn said, cupping my cheeks. "You were the hero that everyone needed. The hero that I knew you were going to be."
"Now what? What do we do in this place?" I ask.
"Well now, we enjoy the peace." he says.
Peace. That was something I hadn't experienced in a long time. I can't remember the last time my life had been at peace. I guess, I don't have a life now so peace may be possible to achieve. Looking at Tommy, I linked hands with him. Perhaps peace would be fine.