Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: [Gwen & Harry: Gotham]
[She said that it didn't make her uncomfortable, him standing in the same room with her. But, with what she said after, Harry's eyes widened, all of that blue very bright and nothing like the foggy, toxic green of his Goblin days. He knew that he remembered everything now, and that nothing was lost between the thens and nows. He assumed that meant she was referencing the time the two of them spent in that club VIP room. Harry teethed his lip, remembering.
But then the ground shifted, and Harry frowned. Had he felt that?] Yeah… [Softly, considering. Before he could even calculate the whys, she was reaching for him. It all happened at once really, in the blink of an eye because his goblin nature was lying dormant, and Harry had very minimal reaction time as a result. Survival instinct? Not so much. He held up an arm as the ceiling started to come down, but it did little good. A piece of plaster caught him on the side of the head, and his vision blurred while he fell to the floor.]