When I woke up, I was totally expecting to see the pearly qhite gates with St. Peter standing there holding a clip board, searching for my name, or see Satan welcomeing me into Hell with a huge smile on his face, ready to throw my into the lava pit. What I did not expect was to see a woman with short blonde hair and green eyes staring at me, her gaze was neither friendly nor hateful. It was... sad, and regretful. She was wearing a white shirt with a pair of blue jeans. Was she an angel? No, angels wore white robes, didn't they? Yeah, and they had halo's and wings, right?

She slowly walked towards me, across the small, grassy meadow we were in,and put a hand on my cheek. She smiled, and tears fell from her beautiful green eyes. She looked so happy to see me, but sad too, I looked deeper into her eyes, she was sad about something she had done in the past.

"Are you the ghost of murder past or something?" I finally asked.

She smiled, "No." I expected her voice to be all ghostly, or whispery like in horror movies we watch on friday nights, but it wasn't. It was just a normal voice.

"So, where's St. Peter and the pearly gates?" I asked.

"Just like your father." She said, shaking her head.

My eyes widend, "You know my father?"

She nodded, sadly, "I knew him before anyone else did."

That's when it hit me, her green eyes. Only one person in the world has those eyes. Those eyes that look like they can see right through your soul. "Grandmother?" I asked.

She smiled sadly. That was all the answer I needed. I looked at her sadly, "You know, I used to think about you alot."

She nodded, "I know, I've been watching you."

She led me through the meadow, until we came to a small wooden bench. "I figured you'd make a creeper joke." She said.

"Not about you." I said.

"God knows I deserve it." she said, "And a lot more."

"Why?" I asked.

"For what I did to your father." She said.

"What did you do?" I asked.

She sighed, "That's something you need to ask your father."

I was disappointed, "I figured you'd say that."

She smiled, "But, anyways, your worrying your father and mother tremendously. So, here's the famouse question, here, or there?"

"You mean stay here in... Heaven, Hell or whatever this place is... or go back home?" She nodded.

"Well I think my choice is pretty obviouse." I said, smirking.

"Very well," She raised her hand to send me back or whatever, and I stopped her.

"Wait, I want to know, how are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm OK." She said, "When your father tells you what happens, you'll know why, I don't deserve to go to Heaven, but in that warehouse I begged God to forgive me, and so here I am."

"In Heaven?"

"Not exactly, I'm waiting." She said.

"For what?"

"I wanted to watch over my family, I've seen everything everyone's went through, and let me tell you right now, that boy Damian, the reason he's acting so odd when ever you talk about hanging out with some one other than him, it's because he see's you as his older sister and he doesn't like sharing you. He's like his mother in that way, getting possessive." She said.

I grimaced, "You know Talia?"

"Yes, and I have half a mind to go to Hell, become a demon, and then send her down to Hell for what she's done to you, and your father." She said, glaring at the ground.

I sighed, "Whatever it is you did, are you sorry for it?"

She nodded, "I think about it every day. What I did is what's keeping me from going in those gates." She pointed across the meadow, and that's when I saw them, those pearly white gates, and a man dressed in white with a beard, holding a scroll.

"Wow, hard to believe I missed that." I said. "Anyways, how's about you send me home now?" She smiled, and then waved her hand, and everything disappeared.

Everything except the ceiling of the batcave.

I opened my eyes more, and saw the bat computer, and Mom and Dad, sleeping in chairs right next to the small hospital bed I was on. I was about to sit up, but when I started to, it hurt... a lot. I cried out at the pain, and that woke Mom and Dad up.

Mom started crying, but they were happy tears. Dad just smiled, and grabbed my hand, "Thought we lost your there for a minute Justin."

I smiled, "Truth be told, I'm pretty sure you did."

Just then, Damian came in, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of releif in his eyes, but then he said, "About time you woke up, you missed your five o'clock appointment for getting beaten at Call of Duty."

I frowned, man, this kid was really good at hiding his whole 'your my big sister and I love you' feelings. Dad's grip on my hand tightend, and I winced, and he let go. "Sorry."

Alfred came in, and said, "Well, pleased to see your looking better Mrs. Justine."

He started looking over my wounds, "What's the damage Doc?"I asked.

"Well, your legs are broken in several places, as are a few of your ribs, one collapsed lung, and some internal bleeding." He said, "Actually, there was so much if you didn't get a blood donation then I'm afraid we would have lost you."

"Some one donated blood to me?" I asked.

"Master Damian, to be exact." He said.

My eyes shot to Damian, and he shrugged, and walked out. Dad smiled, and so did Mom, I looked at Alfred, "How many weeks before I can go out patroling again?"

He chuckled, but it was a sad chuckle, "I think the proper term would be, how many months."

"Crap." I said. "So how many?"

"Well... if you stay here, six, if you were to be transfered to a public hospital, you might recover faster." He said, "The choice is yours."

"I think that the public hospital would be best." I said. He nodded, and went to make arangements.

I turned to Dad, "Hey Dad?"

"What?"

"... What did Grandmother look like?" I asked.

His eyes bulged, "Uh... She had blonde hair... green eyes... why?"

"Just wondering." I said, and then yawned... yawning hurt.

OK guys, another chapter. Yeah, I kind of like how Justin met her Grandma. Don't know if she'll be doing it again though.