Re: [Gwen & Harry: Gotham]
[Gwen should have been worrying about asbestos. It was what she would do if things were different, but she was kind of in shock. She understood the reaction, and she even acknowledged it slightly, but that did nothing to ameliorate it. Beneath that void, that darkness, the only light in the space the dust motes kicked up and gleaming with a seeming whiteness in the dark air, she wasn't okay. The concern wasn't physical. Sure, her shoulder was wrecked, but it was her mind that was currently flawed and faulty. She understood that, too, but it was also something that couldn't be altered, and she merely tried to ground herself. Harry needed attention, and he was something exterior to focus on.
But it only worked marginally. She could see his shape amid the shadows, but her eyesight wasn't particularly enhanced. But he was there, talking to her, and she was certain it was him. She didn't believe him to be an hallucination.
But she was also increasing sure they were in her grave. Which was super messed up, but there wasn't anything she could do to correct the disassociation in her mind.]
Olivet Cemetery. We're in my grave. [She touched dirty fingers to his wrist and up, looking for the point where he was pinned. She didn't want to just yank whatever was trapping him, because she understood it might do more harm than good. Though, she wasn't really sure it mattered so much if they were in a grave. Logic dictated that the air supply here was limited, and she was likely already totally dead. But she was super sorry she was going to take him with her.]