Re: [Gwen & Harry: Gotham]
[Gwen didn't immediately register the fear in his voice. Her sense of relief that he was talking (loudly) eclipsed absolutely everything, and even the arm hanging useless at her side was insignificant in the face of the sheer relief she felt at the fact that he was alive.
She wasn't thinking about the Goblin serum. She wasn't thinking about much of anything, or she might have considered (and been reassured by) the possibility that it would render him impervious - even if only a little. But she wasn't currently exhibiting much logical behavior. Her actions were erratic, and she tore at brick and plaster with her functional arm. She tossed the pieces aside too hard, no real control of previously unused abilities, and they banked off more rubble as they cleared a path for her to crawl through.
In that moment, following the sound of his voice was the single motivating factor. In the darkness, there wasn't anything but that.] I'm coming. It's okay. I'm coming. [Litany, and she crawled on that useless arm, hands and knees becoming chafed from the rubble beneath her, past the shoe that had led her in this direction. And then there he was, pinned, and she could see the pain on his dirty face. But he was alive, and she reminded herself of that as she crawled those last few feet to kneel at his side in the dim, dusty space.
Breathing hard, she looked down at him, fear in wide cornflower eyes visible in the near dark.] It's like we're in Olivet Cemetery, Harry. It's like that grave. [Deep breath, and she cut herself off, cough as dust filled her lungs.] Are you stuck? Where are you stuck?