Jenna had been in too much pain to register being picked up or flown across Gotham, but now that she had gotten a little bit of rest, the pain was starting to subside. Her painful unconscious dreams were fading and she started to hear unfamiliar voices.

"How could you......Here! You don't....Know....She is!"

"I do." That voice was more familiar to Jenna but she couldn't quite place it.

"Oh yeah? What's....Name....Genius?" Jenna tried to swallow but her throat was too dry and she didn't have the energy to open her eyes yet.

"Uhh, that...don't know...But I....know who she is." Her hearing finally became clear "She's someone who's willing to risk her life to save some scared hostages. That puts her pretty high in my esteem." 

"Oh well forgive me for questioning your judgement then, just excuse me if I don't leave out the good silverware around her." If Jenna could glare at the unknown man, she would be.

"Just shutup for now and help me get this armour off, huh? I think the clasps broke in that fall." Finally Jenna realized that the man who was defending her was the guy in the suit that had crashed into the Deadshot fiasco.

She opened her eyes and saw concrete above her and around her in the walls. Jenna started to panic when she realized she was in an underground station of some sort, and she had no idea where she was. She stayed quiet as she turned her head and saw the guy in the suit and another man in a welder's mask trying to get the metal off. There were a lot of computer monitors and other high end tech all over the station and she was really confused. Jenna thought about teleporting home but she knew she'd never be able to make it that far for a while yet. She sat up and winced as her belly screamed in protest and unwillingly let out a small grunt of pain, just loud enough to get the attention of the two men. Jenna grit her teeth and held her stomach with her arm and leaned most of her weight on the other arm on the small cot. She glared and spoke coldly, using all of her experience and skill to keep her panic and confusion out of her voice and face.

"Where am I? And who the hell are you?" She focused her glare on the guy in the welder's mask.