Re: gotham; a bat and a turtle
Donna tilted her head from side to side, playfully contemplating his question with a small hum. "Here is where we are. There is where we've been. Or will be. Where ever there is, it isn't here." Even if it sounded as though she was being a little pedantic about definition, it teetered on that delicate line of metaphysical.
His honestly was appreciated, and she nodded along as he spoke. She wasn't surprised by anything he told her. She knew comics (Thanks, Dad). There was always something brewing. "I'm going to take your word for it, Bruce, but for the record, after this weekend with Hydra, Gotham seems like a rather lovely place to live." There was a hint of humor there, but for the most part Donna was being completely serious. "I get that there is chaos, and violence, and villains," It took every fiber of her being to not call them the 'Rogue's Gallery' after the comic book reference. It had also caused a visible weight to be lifted from her, and she carried herself differently. Lighter. She didn't have to dance around particular truths. "But there's always been one defining truth with Gotham: Anyone can help make a difference for the better. You don't get that in Marvel. In Marvel you have to worry about some silver man showing up on a surfboard to tell you the planet is about to be eaten and hope that one overly-superpowered person or alien or mutant can stop it." A pause. That sounded even more ridiculous when she said it out loud. "... I shouldn't be worrying about that. No one else worries about that."
Donna's mind was racing a mile a minute, and she idly pulled one hand from her pocket to fiddle with the silver atom pendant that hung from her neck. A long-standing habit that sprung not from nervousness but from needing to do something with her fingers when she wasn't in front of her computer. Yet another thing that helped calm her thoughts enough to make sense out of them. "The holidays. Do the, er... events? Do they coincide with the general emotions of those seasons?" Yes, she was still on the neurological reasons behind being here. There had to be something that linked them all beyond the will of a hotel.