Re: dami/holly apartment
Old Gotham? Was trying to get back to normal. She could see it in the flutters of movement in the side-streets, the hiss of water from buildings, the lights incandescent like candles in windows and that was another burn of teary relief in her nose as she looked up at her own building to see the lights burning there.
Her Gotham? There was trouble, and there were mobsters and there was a line to run very carefully if you wanted to stay on top. But her Gotham? No one beheaded anyone and no one she cared about almost died and she saw the smile before she saw the costume, shredded like someone had tried to put him in a blender.
He looked like road kill and he looked like maybe the hug was long overdue and she'd never asked before she did anything. She was two, three steps and she didn't give a crap if she looked like she'd been dumpster diving, because she'd been worse and she hugged him, cheek against the stupid red and green and her arms tight around his waist. Quick. Quick and then step back, and she tossed back her hair like she hadn't done it at all.