[quicklog: gotham ground zero]
[Gwen's mental associations with Gotham weren't great. Until her recent residence at Wayne Manor (short-lived as it was), she hadn't even realized Gotham had prosperous areas. Jason's warehouse and the batcave kind of didn't qualify, and her Gotham visits had been restricted to those areas in particular. And now, under all this rubble and half-certain that it was just Olivet Cemetery, and that Harry had somehow become trapped in her coffin, she still thought Gotham sucked like super badly.
She also assumed Jason was totally dead, because he would've come for her afterward. Right? Or maybe he'd disappeared, which was highly probable, and her percentage of person-loss here was kind of astronomical (which was totally not scientifically sound numeric logic), and people just disappeared all the time. She remembered (clearly) that Peter and Flash were gone, and Jason was probably gone too, and maybe Harry was simply a figment of her imagination, some desperation that led her to create imaginary companionship in her grave.
She was so convinced of this scenario, that she glanced down at her legs every few seconds, in an effort to verify they weren't there. The information she'd found regarding the Carnage attack said the lower part of her body had been lost in the altercation, but her legs were there. Scraped up and bloody knees beneath that pleated skirt, but the presence of those limbs helped to keep her grounded in this hellish reality.
Harry's scream did the rest. But she'd already tossed the heavy brick aside by the time he begged, and she was tearing at the sleeves of her ruined cardigan, fabric rending easily, and it wasn't super hygienic to wrap his arm with filthy cashmere, but it was better than the alternative; she wasn't sure how the Goblin serum (if any remained in his system) would help him survive blood loss without a significant drop in blood pressure.] Gotham is gross. We're not dying here. [She tried to channel Peter's endless and eternal hope, and she kind of totally sucked at that. But she tried, and she looked up and attempted to discern how many layers of rubble were above them, and if she would get them out with one arm out of commission.]