Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Osborn Estate: Jason/Gwen/Bruce + Harry
It was a long time before Harry ventured back down the stairs and into the sitting room. Long enough for him to dispel the cries of a child with extravagant bedtime stories and carefully arranged teddy bears. Emily did not understand that what Gwen had been doing wasn't a game, but eventually she stopped sobbing and took to listening through sniffles while Harry laid on the floor beside her frilly pink bed, and watched the ceiling as he recited a convoluted retelling of some sleeping beauty/little mermaid mashup. By the time that Emily slipped soundly to sleep, Harry had been talking so long that his voice felt hoarse. He picked up the little doll that Emily dropped in her dozing, and stationed it up on her pillow before he closed the door as quietly as possible behind himself.
He dismissed concerned nannies and housekeepers who were nervously wringing their hands over what they were to do about the mishap in the sitting room. Harry pulled that door shut too when he entered and noted that Gwen was alone again. He knew that he shouldn't raise his voice, that it might set her off. The urge to do so, despite the danger, was a burning heat inside his head and Harry rubbed at his exhausted eyes as he strode across the floor without saying a word. He poured a drink from one of the decanters that sat inside a polished cabinet. He focused on this task, and watched his hands shake with no understanding of why, as he poured.