Flying aside, Veronica hadn't really realized how much she'd missed Logan until he hugged her closer and held onto her.
The two of them did such a good job acting like they were perfectly happy on their own, but kept coming back to each other, over and over and over. It wasn't really a functional relationship, but it wasn't exactly non-functional, either. Veronica just got so focused on work, on research...
... on everything else.
It was a strange sensation to realize the floor was gone. The grating of the fire escape wasn't there anymore, and strangely, Veronica realized her blood was rushing to her feet in response. Or draining from her head, she wasn't really sure.
She hugged Logan tighter.
And then suddenly, her apartment building wasn't a few feet underneath them. It was more like 20 or 30.
Quite the view, right?
Veronica looked. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was going to fall, even though Logan's arms felt very solid, but she looked.
There were lights, everywhere. Rivers of them, along the street, cars passing underneath. Skyscrapers were lit up in different colors. She could make out some landmarks from up here, too: Arkham, City Hall, the big theatre where the masquerade ball had been.