| The Point of No Return | Young Justice | Dick Grayson

XII

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All Christine could feel was a heavy weight in her head slowly being lifted. The harsh heat of the sun against her skin slowly brought her to consciousness. Groaning, Christine began to shift her body out of the uncomfortable position on her stomach. As she moved she felt the sand beneath her shift.

'Sand? In the Opera House?'

Groggily she blinked her eyes trying to adjust to the midday sunlight. Squinting she looked around trying to figure out where the heck she was.

'Am I... in a desert?'

Surrounding her were miles of sand and rocks. The wind picked up and caused the fabric of her clothes to shift.

'What am I wearing?'

She seemed to be wearing a costume very similar to the one she had from her mother, but it felt different. Almost more durable. The sound of mumbling caught Christine's attention, and she found an older teen boy lying face up in the sand not too far from her, barely conscious.

'What is going on?'

Christine opened her mouth to call out to the boy but nothing came out. She let out a shaky breath while putting her hand over her throat. That was right, the Phantom had taken her voice away because she talked to her pas de duex partner for too long after rehearsal, causing her to be late to meet up with the Phantom for lessons and training.

The sound of explosions not too far from where she was startled her out of her trance. She heard cries of anger followed by what seemed to be destruction and gunshots. She made the decision to ignore what was going on in the distance and focus on what, or in this case who, was right in front of her.

Christine crawled over to the boy with the interesting arm tattoos. By the looks of him he seemed to be wearing a superhero suit. Maybe he had attempted to save her? But what situation was she in that she needed saving? And why were they in a desert? Christine tried desperately to remember, but all she got was a dull ache in the back of her skull.

The boy was mumbling, but what he was mumbling Christine couldn't understand. Maybe it was a different language? Christine only knew French and English, and this was definitely neither. Christine was grasping at whatever made the most sense here, and right now what made sense to her was that this seemingly young superhero had saved her, and it was now her job to take care of him until help came to find them... Hopefully.

Still ignoring all the sounds of commotion in the distance, Christine scanned the boy for injuries that she would be able to tend to, only to find what seemed to be gills on his neck? Maybe he had a superpower that had to do with water? Why the heck was he in a desert then?

'I still have no idea how I came to be in this desert.'

The boy's pained mumbles snapped her out of her thoughts.

'Water! If he has gills he must need water!' Christine realized, but where would she find water in a desert? She surveyed her surroundings to find an endless amount of sand. Her eyes caught a patch of grass like plants a few feet away. The plant had to have some sort of water stockpiled in it in order to survive. Maybe she could manipulate it to extract the water and give it to the boy?

After standing up, Christine felt herself stagger, her vision becoming blurred. She leaned against a large rock to collect herself as her vision refocused. Maybe she needed some water as well. Christine pushed herself from the rock and grabbed as much of the grass-like plant that could fit in her hands and made her way back over the the boy. She gently laid his head in her lap as he was still mumbling, not fully conscious. Clutching a handful of the plant, she closed her eyes and willed the water to separate from the plant. Water began to drip from her fist and she made sure the boy's mouth was open to drink the water. It wasn't much, but Christine hoped it would be enough for now.