stranger things | dick grayson

fifty nine

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a/n: surprise mention at the end for one of our next guest's :D

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'I actually hate tomatoes,' Tim muttered as he handed a slice of pizza to Eleanor, who was sitting next to him on the floor. 'Gross.' He picked them off of his slice before giving them to Eleanor, who gladly took them and popped them into her mouth. Tomatoes were some of the only foods that didn't make her nauseous by the smell alone.

Rachel scared the life out of them all as she began choking, and Eleanor thought it might have been the pizza, but seeing as she hadn't had a bite of it yet left her jumping up in fear.

'You okay?' Gar asked her as Eleanor moved Tim out of the way and sat next to Rachel, her hand going to her back to help her cough. She quickly went from choking to retching, almost as if she was trying to throw something up.

The second the ear-piercing screams began and Rachel began thrashing about, Eleanor and Gar worked together to keep her from throwing herself onto the table by holding her arms down. It also worked well to not have her violently claw her own eyes out.

'Rachel?' Eleanor asked in worry as Krypto's barking began to fill the RV, which came to a skidding halt.

Rachel continued to scream as Dick and Kory ran over, both of them calling her name loudly in an attempt to snap her out of her trance-like state of fear.

Eleanor watched the way Rachel's eyes focused back on Dick's face. Her screaming stopped and silence filled the RV. She glanced down at the way everyone was holding her before asking rather innocently, 'What happened?'

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Dick watched Eleanor climb into the cot and lay face down on the bed. Kory insisted they go lie down after the rough day while she and Gar drove the RV. Dick had been non-stop worrying over Eleanor as she spent half of the trip in the bathroom.

'Are you okay?' He asked softly, letting his hand run over her back. She nodded her head. 'I know you're not feeling the best... I called Bruce.'

Eleanor sat up and looked at Dick with wide eyes.

'Why would you do that? What for?' She asked him quietly. 'I'm okay. I'm just worried about Conner.'

Lex Luthor was dead and Conner had witnessed the entire thing. He was framed for his death, which they all knew was far from the truth. Conner would never do such a thing. Now, Conner sat locked in a maximum security prison being treated like a criminal and there was nothing they could do.

'Yeah, I am too... He's strong, he'll be able to wait it out until we can find out the truth.'

'If we ever do,' she muttered, rolling onto her back. Eleanor closed her eyes tightly as the slight headache in her temple thumped.

'Maybe being on the road isn't the best thing for you right now. Bruce said he would be more than happy to have you back at the manor,' Dick said with a small shrug. 'I'm just looking out for you.'

Eleanor sighed and muttered, 'I know. I know that... But I'm okay. I'm not going back to Gotham. I'm going to help get Conner back, then when we get back to San Francisco, I'll go see a doctor. Okay?'

He didn't seem pleased with that answer but nodded anyway. He knew better than to argue wither. Her stubbornness was one of the many qualities that attracted him to her in the first place.

'Okay. Just get some rest.'

'You should too. You look tired.'

'I think it's just from enduring Kory's disco fever all day.'