Re: [Gwen & Harry: Gotham]
[Gwen had a few skirts over her arm, a few pairs of jeans, and a few sweaters. The weather was colder in Gotham than in New York (somehow), or maybe it just felt that way because the sun never seemed to shine on this city, even in the middle of the day. She'd been to Gotham a few times before, but she'd never spent any kind of significant time there, not outside. Sure, she'd been in the cave, and she'd crashed at Jason's warehouse a few times, but that wasn't the same as this. This was kind of like living here, even though she still had hopes about returning home - if home would have her.
But, she still needed things to wear. The messenger bag she'd left in Gotham when she'd been younger included a change of clothes, her suit and her webs, but one outfit wasn't going to last for very long. So, practical as always, she was acquiring warm clothing, and she headed toward the dressing room to wait for Harry.
The room she'd propped the door to was big. Three mirrors and a bank of chairs, a door for privacy and soft pop playing loudly enough to keep conversations from being overheard. It was pretty typical of nice stores, and the fact that it was Gotham didn't change that, at least.
She closed the door behind her, and she came up short when she saw Harry standing there. He looked older than when she'd seen him at The Morgan, and while he'd informed her about his memories returning, she somehow hadn't expected to find the Harry Osborn that had broken things off with her in favor of Mary Jane standing there. She stared a few seconds, because memories totally came rushing back in a way that was reminiscent of Young Adult novels, and then she set the clothing on the rack inside the dressing room, and she hugged him. Because, okay, she was older and he was older, but it kind of felt like they were the only ones left, which kind of felt like how this had all begun.]