[Gwen had been staying at the Manor since Jason helped her escape from The Morgan (and from HYDRA). Wayne Manor was huge, and it totally made the opulent penthouse she'd grown up in look tiny. Her mom's money, which Gwen had always considered crazy vast, was nothing compared to this. This was like Mr. Osborn, and even spending her childhood with Harry hadn't prepared Gwen for this place. It was removed from the city, and there was all kinds of grounds that the Osborn Estate didn't have, since it was in the middle of Manhattan. She kind of liked it, but it was quiet. Jason was off with his family, trying to find Damian, and Gwen was kind of glad Harry was coming to visit; the distraction would be nice.
She had no idea bombs had been set under the city, or she would've totally come up with a Plan B for a safe hiding place.
But, unfortunately, she was completely and totally unaware. So, she slipped into a pleated grey skirt and layered tees in grey and white. Knee-high boots over thigh-high socks, and she left the Manor.
She called a cab to take her to Gotham's version of downtown, and she sold one of the bangle bracelets her dad had given her. Then, she found a trendy store and propped open a mundane looking door in the dressing room, before going back out into the store. She totally needed clothes, and she figured shopping was a good distraction as she waited for Harry. Okay, so her eyes were still puffy from crying, and that had nothing to do with her now-healed shin. It was hard to lose nearly everyone, and the timing kind of sucked, and being homeless kind of sucked, and she was doing that hopeless thing Peter hated (past tense) so much. Maybe (hopefully) shopping (and Harry) would help.]