Who: Gwen and Flash
What: A mission
Where: Repose → Second City → Amusement Park
When: The 24 hours after the island
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Gwen was super unhappy. She wasn't even good at hiding it, because she had no experience with hiding her emotions. It was kind of like lying, and she'd never managed to get that down correctly, either. All she knew was that Jason was maybe dead (despite her insistence to totally everyone that Jason wasn't dead at all), and that Flash was falling apart (which felt like a super appropriate idiom at the present moment), and that she couldn't really do anything about either situation. She knew she wasn't the best at talking to people, and her lack of comprehension about the emotions of others meant she was kind of terrible at consoling anyone. So, at the end of the day, a mission was maybe a really good thing. Damian had given them a 24-hour window before any further attempts should be made on the island, and working was the best way Gwen could think of to spend that time.
She had a feeling that she was supposed to keep Flash talking, rather than going along with his blatant attempts at hiding in work, but part of her thought this was the right thing to do. She wasn't super good about instinct (even with her augmented senses), but she was willing to do this and not question the appropriateness of not remaining in Repose and mourning.
She left her labcoat behind, and dressed in a
sweatshirt and jeans, black shiny shoes, and a puffy jacket, she made her way to the gated and guarded entrance of the Facility. She had her badge clipped visibly to her coat, and she carried her messenger bag draped across her body and falling heavily at her hip. She'd never ridden a motorcycle, and she totally tried to focus on that as she stood beyond the guard station and waited.