Steph just shrugs. She doesn’t want people freaking out over her just because she died, and she doesn’t want people getting all excited about going home and having to have it explained anyway. She has mixed feelings about the fact itself, and she doesn’t need everyone and their mother weighing in. Those mixed feelings have shifted from mostly ‘relieved’ to just ‘sort of accepting’.

"Not like we can do anything about it anyway."

Then she frowns, thinking how one might used to be a ghost. Or maybe just used to be a best friend, but it’s the ghost part that catches on a memory.

"You know... given Gotham and all, but I could swear a ghost tried to kill me once." Gotham and ghosts don’t usually mix.