Re: [quicklog: gotham ground zero]
[The Phone in Gwen's pocket pinged, and she tugged it out and looked at the notification there. Her expression was momentarily hopeful, even in this grave made of gravel and brick and plaster. She hoped it was Jason, because losing people was something she was having a super hard time with, and she was in her own grave, but she didn't want to go through any more loss. It was super weak, but she was done. There came a point when the mind reached its capacity, and she'd reached her capacity for loss. It wasn't even Jason, and his lack of presence, but it was a combination of all that had come before. And Peter, Peter was the the thing that tipped her over the edge, because all those years spent avoiding the connection that she knew would be too much for her to lose again, and she'd finally given in, and she'd lost him.
But she needed to concentrate. It was Damian on her phone, and she thought about heat signatures momentarily. She couldn't do a lot of the easier things that would make her heat signature easier to detect, and there wasn't enough space for any use of movement. But she could use her strength, and she crawled away from Harry (after responding to Damian with an okay) and began lifting bricks and rubble. The effort was useless, because it did nothing to get them closer to the surface, but the exertion should heat her up. She should be more aware of her metabolism than she was, so she couldn't be sure of efficacy, but she'd been so busy pretending to be normal, and she really didn't have a baseline.
So, she just worked until she was red and exhausted, the pain in her dislocated shoulder something that left dirty tears along her cheeks. She looked back at Harry as she worked, ensured he was breathing, and she checked for the existence of her own limbs with similar frequency.]