7/Fires in the Sky

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Fires in the Sky
Date of Scene: 16 February 2020
Location: Upper West Side
Synopsis: Ghost Spider appears in New York and runs into a Nightwing.. there's quips, there's laughs, there's profound sadness. James Cameron can suck it.
Cast of Characters: Dick Grayson, Gwen Stacy




Dick Grayson has posed:
It's a dark and stormy night. Why does it always have to be dark and stormy? Why can't it be dark and moonless with all the stars in the skies? Because winter, that's why. Nightwing is debating this as he is moving along the rooftops of Columbia University. There had been an attack and robbery in Bludhaven by a lizard like creature that had wreaked havoc on a scientific research company, taking several pieces of equipment related to mutagenetic research.

Nightwing had tracked the creature out of Bludhaven, which means it was out of Dick Grayson's jurisdiction. And while he would normally had called in someone else to help, this was fresh enough that it allowed him to get into his Nightwing costume and press the pursuit.

So as he leaps towards the science building, using a grappling line to swing his way up, Nightwing lands on the roof to prepare to move towards the skylight to prepare for survelliance.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
The thunder rolls and the lightning strikes.

A bright flash of light like a neutron bomb going off over the Science Building kills the power for a half a second when it draws in all the ambiant energy in the block, temporarily throwing the entire area in pitch black. Before the lights flicker back on, Gwen Stacy, AkA Ghost Spider, is laying atop the building coughing.

Half laying in a puddle, mask torn, suit riddled with little cuts, she spits up blood from beneath her hood and glances around concerned. Suddenly moving out of her sputtering position into a low crouch as the lightning strikes again, back lighting her. The power beginning to flicker back on to illuminate the dimunative woman in her colorful costume crouched with one leg out and her right hand forward in a tripod position against the gravel of the rooftop. "What the hell..." She'd just been INSIDE OsCorp.. being shot at.. now?

"Where the hell am I?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
Thunder, feel the thunder...

...alright, bad lyric choice. If it weren't for the sturdy lightning rods of Columbia University installed to keep the buildings from being exploded by such hard blasts, Nightwing would have probably been electrocuted on the spot. As it was, the sudden blast and flash knocks him off of his feet and sends his sliding back on the rooftop. "The hell..."

And then, in the middle of it all, where the blast just happened, next to the lightning rod is a girl. In a costume. Not that she looked like she had any command of the very lightning that she had just rained down.

Rolling back and then springing to his feet in a purely acorbatic move, Nightwing lands on his feet. Dressed in the blacks and blues of his costume, he's not moving to reach for the escrima sticks on the side of his belt, instead, his frown is one of concern. "Alright, on the scale of entrances, I rate that one an eight out of ten. The Slovakians are terrible judges, though." comes the quip before he brushes himself off.

"And to answer the question, you're at Columbia University. Now if your next question is 'When am I?', that's going to make for a whole lot of questions."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Gwen's head snaps in Nightwing's direction, not when he speaks, but when he moves. Even in those brief seconds of darkness it's like she could feel his vibrations and she too moves with such a grace as to defy logic. Cartwheeling out of her crouch over a palm and bending impossibly to perch on the side of one of those lightning rogs with just the tips of her toes and one hand wrapping around the midst of the tall metalic pole.

Which is vertical.

She's standing on something an inch wide, vertical, and staring across the rain soaked roof at him. "I'm picking up your quip vibes, but I'm having trouble with your pop culture references... either you're going for Terminator, which is pretty spot on given the strange anamoly of my arrival, or Back to the Future, which says a lot about your belief in time travel... either way-"

Glancing slowly around herself, "... When am I?" I mean it's still a good question, right?

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Let me guess. Bigger on the inside?" Nightwing asks as he watches her ass he twists and flips and lands in a perfect little stance on top of the pole, he can't help but to look slightly impressed, eyes widening slightly and he lets out a low whistle. "Well, I'm not going to be telling you to get in the chopper if you want to live."

Honestly, they could probably do this all night.

"February 16, 2020. If you're looking for clearance Valentine's candy, you're a day late." he offers in retort as he folds his hands over her chest to watch her, but there's no attack coming from him.

"But so you don't feel left out on all the questions... who are you?"

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"Okay..." Gwen bobs her head slowly at the answer, "Okay, yeah that, plays." Glancing around again at the rain pelting down on them she squints against it as the lights flicker a few more times. The eyes of her mask duplicate the expression when she looks back on the darker dressed hero, "Dude, did you just Arnie me?" Head canting, smug expression almost visible beneath the tight mask.

"I don't know whether I'm impressed or slightly offended... I'm going to go with impressed, for now.. but I've got my eyes on you, buckaroo." Pointing at her eyes, then over at Nightwing.

"Drats.. I was going to kill on the Frozen 2 card market.. alas." Still smirking. "Spider Woman.. I mean, the name is slightly derogatory, in the sense that I'm clearly a woman, so you know what? No.. no that's not my name. You heard it here first, I'm Ghost Spider." Definitive nod, clipped, standing up vertically on the inch thin bar as if she were standing on a railing along the roof. Arms just under her small breasts, "What about you, Buckaroo? Do I call you Dark and Brooding or ..."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Dark and brooding is the guy I used to work for." Nightwing responds with a smirk of amusement as he lowers his guard now that he's sure that she's not about to attack. "Depends, have you seen 'Dark Fate'? That was pretty terrible, wouldn't have blamed you for not seeing it." comes the admission before he allows for a slight smile.

But he's putting two and two tgether. "Spider Woman? Here I thought gender fluidity was the latest craze these days..." But then she goes and changes it on the fly. "...what, do you slime people?" he asks her, an amused arch of a brow, but he is slowly closing the distance between them so that he's not having to shout to talk to her. "As for a name? It's Nightwing. Nice to meet you, Ghost Spider."

And in that, there's a realization. "I take it you're not from around here. And you look to be in pretty rough shape. We can stand out here in the rain quipping at each other, or if you feel safe enough, I can get you someplace where you can dry off and we can figure out what happened."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"I have been known to slime a few people in my day, sure." That's a barely visualized off color joke. Gwen isn't proud of it, it happened though. Best to just look the other way, she certainly does. Glancing up (relative), which is to the side for her (also relative), she clears her throat into her balled up white fist.

"Anyways..."

Bobbing her head, "Gender fluidity is a thing, yeah. So recognize my pronouns or there'll be some legit hell to pay, BRO." Gender issues are not funny okay audience? This is important to establish reporte, we're not down here cutting people for their perferences.

Power to the people and all of that.

"Uh.. yeah, no, not from around here I don't think... I mean I guess I am kind of, it's really weird I don't know.." Shrugging as she cartwheels down off the pole to stride slowly towards Nightwing, glancing down at some of the scrapes and cuts, then back up to her new frien'. "Uhh, yeah, probably a good idea. Until I figure out some things.. like where the heck I am or.. you know, if I'm like a wanted felon here or something? How crazy would that be? It's fun thinking about alternate universe versions of ourselves isn't it?" swatting her fingers out towards Nightwing's abdomen once she's conversationally close.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Those abs are solid, yo, but Nightwind has the sense to give a playful little oof at the pat against his stomach. There's a smirk at Spider... Ghost Spider as she makes her way over to him. "I'll definetly make sure to respect your identity." The roll of his eyes may be heard as hard as it was behind the domino mask. "But we can run you through the computer, see what we get."

With that, he's turning to walk with her, before getting to the edge of the building. Taking out his grapple gun, he takes a swing from one building to the next. "Keep up if you can!" he offers to her. She said she was a spider, after all! After making the leap from one building to the next as he backtracks, he decides to continue the line of questioning. "So how about we start with the last thing you remember first?" he suggests. "Or is this best discussed over your choice of tea, coffee, or cocoa?"

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Gwen has some packed in punch behind that swat, but she wasn't trying to bring nobodies ribs. Suffice to say she's strong for a smaller gal. Grinning beneath the tattered bottom portion of her mask, "Keep up, he says.."

She leaps out over the edge with her arms out, slowly rotating into a dive, and then carries into a steep climb off a webline *THWIP!* Fired from her right wrist. Landing in a shoulder roll, into sprint run, she side flips off the edge of the building and barrels down into another swing up! Slow sumersaults into a landing a... liiiiiitttle bit ahead of Nightwing, just to show off, a liiiiitttle bit.

"Uhh... Well, it's kind of deep and emotional and I'm not sure where there yet in our relationship." Motioning back and forth between them, "You need a hand or something?" Holding hers out, palm up, "You look like you're struggling, I hate to see a man struggle.. it's just ... it's sad you know?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
Oh ho, someone's a show off! It's okay... she's kinda cute. At least from what he can tell from the body suit that she wears as he grapples and jumps. But the exercise also allows Dick to start making mental assessments on what he's seeing to start compling a mental file in his memory that he's named 'Spider, Ghost' and left open as he takes notes on her. Webline. Strength. Agility...

And attitude.

As he fires his grapple to make one last leap from the library to where the parking lot is, she gets ahead of him, and his hand slips into hers in a firm grip as she pulls him up with relative ease. "Well, I wouldn't want you to think I was all powerful on our first outing, Ghostie." he offers to her as he lets his hand settle in hers for a moment, before pulling back -- and subtly leaving a tracer in the recess of her sleeve and glove. Just in case.

Down in the parking lot is an older model red Camaro as Nightwing presses a few buttons on his gauntlet, it unlocks and comes to life. "But you're right, that whole deep emotional thing is totally a second date type of thing." he responds with a smirk that creases his features as he gestures. "Your chariot awaits."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
The savagery!

Gwen is going to be so cross when she finds that tracer!

Later!

Spider Senses don't tingle for that kind of thing since he doesn't mean inherent danger by it, that she's aware of. Staring down at the red camaro down in the parking lot, "Subtle." She murmurs under her breath, but clearly loud enough for him to hear it.

Her hands, once release, fall into the small of her back just above her hips and gives her an appraising mechanic look which is almost certainly intentional. "Does that thing come in manly?" Turning to look at him with pursed lips, ooooooo ing, "Do you have burn cream in that belt?" Wiggle pointing a finger.

Then jumping out into the abyss over the parking lot. She takes the landing like a legit champion, flipping from a light post, to a street sign, and ultimatley down on the hood of the car. Which would be concerning if her weight had even set off whatever alarm this pretty piece of machinary certainly has on it.

Kneeling down now with her arms on her knees to gaze in through the windshield, "Nope, definitely doesn't come in manly."

Dick Grayson has posed:
She can be cross later. It's genuine concern at the moment. "Owch. I guess that means you don't get to drive then!" Nightwing responds as he drops into the copse of trees and then comes out in a walk to heaf to the car as she lands on it. "As for what's in the belt, the answer is 'all types of stuff'." he reponds to her as he moves to slip into the driver's seat.

"So on your world, do you always ride on the hood of cars? Is that a teen wolf type of thing?" comes the question with an amused smile as he settles in to reach over ... and pull on his seatbelt. Safety first. Always!

"But I'll let you pick the music." he decides in a compromise as the rain starts to fall in a steady, cold staccato over the parking lot. The Lizard can wait, he has a new mystery on his hands.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Gwen slides down off the hood and around the passanger side to drop into the seat beside him, "I approve of your general pop culture knowledge, en gee el..." Grinning where her mask ends due to total structural damage and weathering. She's got a bruise on the side of her mouth that should be causing her a lot more pain than it is and there's some cuts that definitely should be bothersome.

This is clearly not her first rodeo in the ring.

"Uhh.. alright, but I'll have to warn you... I'm a girl bands kind of gal..." Hands up, defensively, "I know, I know, typical, predictable.." She flips through stations, unawares that while Nightwing was chancing a lizard, she's very aggressively dealing with the fact that THE Lizard just died only an hour ago. And that he'd turned out to be her best friend.

That's stuff she'll have to unpack later.

When the adrenoline wears off.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"As long as it isn't BTS, we're golden. Not that I can't understand what they're saying." Multi-linguist doesn't mean he has to //like// the music. Once she's settled in, he darkens the windows to tint out the world to them as he pulls out of the parking lot to start to make the drive back to Bludhaven. And the safe house. "If you need to work on..." he reaches up and touches the side of his cheek to mirror her injury. "There's a first aid kit in the glove box."

With it being the quiet time of the night, it means that traffic is light and they can spend more time conversing. "Apparently riding the lightning isn't the typical type thing you're used to, so I'm doubting you're Asgardian. Or just a poor represenative of one." There, revenge for her earlier remark.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"Hm?" Gwen bobs her head as she settles on something lighter, quieter, and background noisyer. Two fingers touch her cheek and she winces a little, flipping open the glovebox to grab the first aid kit and use the mirror to get a look at herself. Turning her head this and that way after removing the hood. "Jeez.. I look like Glass Joe." Cleaning herself up more than bandaging, she'd have to take her mask off for that.

"Huh... now you're assuming my intergalactic race? What kind of Trump era, Republican rhetoric spouting camaro driver even /are/ you.." The good nature in her tone belays her aggressive, and very joking, accusations. After which, she gets quiet and looks down in her lap, fist curling around some bloody gauze. "I lost my best friend tonight.." The eyes of her mask squint and widen, mouth working from side to side.

"Not even sure what the hell happened or how I.. I.. I figure since there's no police chasing me like I killed a man, I must be somewhere different, but I don't know how that happened or what that even means for me now..." She wasn't kidding.

The rabbit hole goes deep.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Wow, do I need to slap a 'Feel the Bern' sticker on my bumper to appease you?" Nightwing starts to ask as he watches her reaction in the mirror. He was just about to fire off another quip, when the new words that come out come to his ears, his demeanor changes.

An eight year old Dick remembers losing his parents.

"I'm sorry about your friend." he offers finally in a quiet tone. "If you want to talk about it?" he's not going to push down that door yet, but there are other pieces of the converation that he's picking up on, mainly that police chasing her like she killed a man.

The camaro slides down the 'Bludhaven' off-ramp to make it's way into the smallest of the localized cities, still travelling along the main thoroghfare until he comes to a turn. And up ahead, there's a sign that reads 'Subway: Permamently Closed'.

Just as the Camaro looks like it's about to hit it, the sign lifts and the doors open after Nightwing presses a button and speaking of rabbit holes, the pair are taken into an abandoned tunnel. Several minutes of driving later comes to a platfrom, and Nightwing brings the car to a halt. "Here we are."

In total darkness, only the lights of the car illuminating the pair.

It's for dramatic effect, really.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Gwen is actually quiet the rest of the ride to Bludhaven, which might say a lot about just how bad this unpacking is going to get once she starts to cutting into the boxes of her emotions. Suffice to say she offers up a weak smile to Nightwing and shakes her head, not quite ready for those gorey details.

Except, perhaps, "I didn't kill anyone." That's important. And not just because he's a vigilante.

It's important for herself.

Then there's silence, but as they approach that wall.. she doesn't brace. Her senses would let her know if they were in danger of actually hitting a wall and isn't at all surprised when it jumps up ahead of them.

In that darkness there's just the sound of them both breathing.

Until:

"There better not be clowns when you turn on the lights."

Dick Grayson has posed:
//I didn't kill anyone.//

The way she says those words, it resonates with him. Not because he can sympathize. Or have an understanding that he wouldn't kill anyone either.

But because the Detective in him is reading the stressors in her voice, and the conviction in which she speaks. He's analyzing every syllable that she says and making a determination.

"I believe you."

It's all he says as he reaches to flip the switch on the car's console to turn on the lights. When it powers up the the /clack clack clack/ of lights turning on to illuminate the platform turned base of operations, it's a pretty nice set up. There's a computer bank with a rather large monitory system, a small dojo/meditation area. A kitchnette, and a small bathroom area.

"Clowns? Hate them." Nightwing offers neutrally, but he's giving her a look that reads for the first time that she may know more than she first arrived. "Make yourself at home. Need something to eat? Drink?"

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Gwen crawls out of the seat easily and looks around at the freshly lit hidey hole of the Nightwing.. "Good, we've got that incommon at least." Hating clowns, possibly less so about believing she didn't kill anyone, she's still undecided on her part in that...

"So does /this/ come in manly?" Motioning around, whistling quietly where she hopes he can't hear it so her quip doesn't suffer the sting. A hand comes up to grab the front of her mask and pulls it straight forward, freeing her blonde hair and pink tips...

It's all tattered anyways.

"Uhh... yeah.. please? Some juice or water or.. something..." rubbing the back of her neck, eyeing her wet clothes. "Something that's not soaked.. it's bleeding cold."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Okay. Correction. She really is cute.

"Wow, all this talk about assuming genders and such, and I'm not macho enough or something?" Nightwing asks in a good-natured tone, after she pulls off her mask. He hasn't returned the favor yet though.

Rabbit holes.

"Hot or cold?" he asks as he goes into the kitchen first, finding her a bottle of water that he brings over to offer to her before he retreats for a few moments, he's brought her a towel, which he holds out. "Here. There's a blanket on the couch if you want to huddle up." he offers to her. "This tunnel is always drafty at times." he admits as he goes to sit in front of the computer and starts the process of logging in.

"Alright. So where should I begin? Or rather. Where should you begin. Pink tips. So edgy."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"Sorry." Gwen says with a sheepish grin, tucking hair back behind her ear with a flickering blue gaze shifting up to Nightwing. Far less confident outside the mask as beneath it, apparently. "You could show more abs, if you're feeling less masculine..." Oh, nevermind, it was a trap.

The water, then the towel are accepted in kind and she does venture over towards the couch to huddle beneath said blanket while rubbing the towel in her hair to get it both dry and poofy. "Don't assume my edginess, Dark and Broody." She quips playfully, standing up in the cushion where she drops down into a cross legged position. Bottle between her thighs.

The grin slowly evaporates. "I don't even know.. I was.. fighting someone.. and he fell, slipped... and.. hit some stuff on the way down. I tried to get him but.." It's all a blur. Her expression sours, eyes clicking back and forth while trying to access the memories stored behind a virtual wall of PTSD.

"It... he.. he was my friend. I didn't know that at the time.. then the police were everywhere. Chasing me across New York, helicoptors, cars.." Blinking back the mental image of it all flooding back to her. "God, why am I telling all this to a complete stranger?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
"I mean, you totally asked about abs. That's a second date activity as well." Nightwing offers as he turns to look at her, and listens to the story, taking it in and processing it. "So it was an accident." he decides as he listens to her, his brows furrowing in thought. "Okay. So lets start from the top here. Since the whole stranger thing since to be an issue, maybe starting off with a name?"

Not that he's done the same yet. And as he looks at her, he realizes how young she looks at the moment and he lets out a breath. He knows that look. All too well.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Gwen takes a big gulp from her water bottle, steeling nerves, and settles it back between her legs once it's recapped.

"Alright... Let's try this once more from the top?"

"My name is... second date material.. and since I was fourteen years Old I've been the one and only Spider Woman. Until tonight when my best friend, who happened to be the Lizard, accidentally fell to his death during a fight in an industrial complex.." She doesn't offer her name, that's still kind of coveted for the moment, but smiles tight with her teeth showing and eyes wide.

"Listen, I don't know.. I'm as confused as you. I'm completely out of my element here, even if I do find the whole concept of multiverse cross dimensional travel absolutely bad ass on a visceral level deep down in my scientific heart." Tapping it, right between the black peaks of her costume.

"But you're getting all the answers and I'm not getting nothing, but a place to rest, water, blankets, and a ride out of the rain.. What about you? There weren't any you where I came from."

Dick Grayson has posed:
//From the top.//

Dick knows all too well how maddening and confusing this game can be. And as he listens to her, he softens in expression and demeanor. She's out of place. Possibly out of time. But she left him a crumb trail. "Lizard?" he asks.

"I was tracking a lizard themed character from here tonight -- hit a science depository to steal some stuff involved in mutagenic research.

Babs would know what it is, so much better.

But he's turning to the computer to try to bring up the information, as little as there is on the Lizard.

At least this world's Lizard.

Pictures come up of a grainy image of Lizard fighting Spider-Man from the cover of the Daily Bugle.

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/b4/d5/33b4d51a7a24399cf85393b5f38db00f.jpg

As it pulls up, Nightwing moves to remove his own domino mask. Show me yours, show you mine, apparently.

"I'm Dick." he offers in way of greeting. "Dick Grayson."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Gwen looks up at the Lizard being mentioned and slides off the couch to walk purposefully over to the computer screen, leaning in on her palms to get a good look at the Lizard and the red and blue hero fighting him. "Who's that?" Pointing with a little frown. "I swear to -god- if you say Spider Man..." Hands up, she already knows it will be.

"Is it impossible for us to come up with something original?" Joking seems to be her default setting.

Eyes moving over the squinty eyes and scaley blue features of the Lizard... "Definitely not my Lizard... looks more like a science teacher, doesn't he?" Too meta?

She turns towards Dick when the mask comes off and lets a grin flicker into place. Okay, he's cute... "Your name is Dick?" Her tongue runs along the inside of her bottom lip. "Sorry... Gwen Stacy.." Offering her small hand out to him.

Dick Grayson has posed:
She's so close that Dick can make out more of her features, he drinks it all in. Maybe a little more than cute. The gap between her teeth is a nice touch. He chuckles. "Says it right there, so I don't have to..." he points out.

Headline: SPIDER MAN VS. LIZARD.

"I'd assume a science background, considering he knew exactly what to steal and left the higher dollar items behind." he explains to her as he continues to type. Now he has a name to search off of.

'Gwen Stacy' is entered.

And as he turns to face her, his hand slips into hers. "Nice to meet you, Gwen Stacy. It's Richard, but I perfer Dick." he shrugs his shoulders.

As he releases her hand, the search completes, and brings up a picture of a pretty blonde hair girl. Longer hair that the girl next to him. No pink tips, no gap in the teeth. But the comparison is uncanny.

The first search result may not be, though.

Empire State University Student Dies in fall from GW Bridge'.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"That's just too easy." Gwen says of of preferring Dick, "It's nice to meet you too, Richard." So as not to have Dick be typed too many times in a row. We're counting here. She has a surprisingly firm grip on that handshake. Most fathers would be super proud. "Huh, yeah..." The same hand scratches the back of her neck where her hair slants up along the undercut, "So was my Lizard. Kind of.. it's..."

The next headline comes up.

And it knocks the wind right out of her.

Eyes wide, mouth hanging agag..

"Well that sucks..."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"You're looking pretty healthy for a dead girl, Gwen." Dick responds as he frowns, leaning back in the seat to glance aside to her. He's dealt with death and return before, but before he knows it, his hand reaches to take hers and gives it a compassionate squeeze. She's not the only one here with a firm grip. "Deep breath." he offers gently, trying to get her back to the here and now.

And he's ready to press on the back button so she doesn't have to read about her own demise on this world. She even had a MySpace page.

Rabbit holes, indeed.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
The whole concept of staring at the headline of her own death, complete with a link to her Myspace account, is something that goes way deeper than even losing her friend.. This is like losing herself. Gwen blinks a few more times as she reads the details, drawing a lot of parallels to earlier tonight where Lizard had fallen to /his/ death and...

It really hits her right in the feels.

Like right up in there with the End of Titanic and Marley and Me.

The squeeze on her hand draws her attention, but it's so distracted and snaps back up to reread that headline, Empire State University dies from fall...

"Huh... So, is.. like.. can I collect insurance on.." Turning to Dick, rubbing the bottom of her jaw with a bewildered expression. "My ... wh-.." Okay, focus.

'Breath' he said.

So she does and nods. Squeezing his hand for support. "So what does that even mean for me? How does somebody explain this to their father? Oh, Hey dad, remember when I died two years ago? hahaha jay kay."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Yeah. That may be a pretty bad idea at the moment. Right up there with land wars in Asia and betting death with a Sicilian." Dick responds as he keeps his hand in hers for a few moments longer before he starts to withdraw it. "I have an extra bedroom. You're welcome to it. Though I think my shirts may work more like nightshirts on you." he admits.

"I'm a police detective in the daytime, I can help out with trying to find out what happened... and what we can figure out about getting you back where you belong." Since he assumes that is what she wants ultimately in all of this. "Or if not, what your next step is going to be."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
That's a whole lot more to unpack, "The technology used to get me here was cutting edge even where I'm from... Hell, I worked in the building and didn't know they had anything like that.." She's not stupid, by any stretch of the imagination. Cross Dimensional travel? That's light years ahead of anything most sane scientists are working on.

"I doubt very seriously I'm going anywhere." Which bodes ill for her future career as a rockstar slash scientist. "Thanks.." Still a little dazed, glancing back to Dick with a weak smile and a hand rubbing through her hair.

"I plum forgot to tuck my wallet into my pants too.. Christ, you know I don't really recommend doing the whole cross the universe shit.. It's not all it's cracked up to be." The intricacies aren't lost on her. Still.. she's an optomist. Just a staggered one.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"I'll make sure to keep it off of my Yelp list." Dick responds as he pushes himself back to get to his feet. "Alright. Long night. Strange night." he smiles over at her. "Come on, let me get you set up so you don't have to spend the night down here. Even for my crashpad, I'd not recommend it." Scratching at his chin, he lets out a breath. "We'll figure out all the identity stuff in the morning. I can help with it."

He has the trust fund to back it up. Not that she knows that yet. "But I don't know about you, but a hot shower and some sack time sounds amazing at the moment."

Gwen Stacy has posed:
Gwen is surprisingly easy to lead right about now and follows along behind Dick with her head bobbing slowly to the timing of her heart beat and steps. "Yeah, I could use a shower and some sleep..." Which she almost certainly will not get. Sleep, that's right out. Shower, that's definitely doable. "Tomorrow we'll put your Detective brain to work and ..."

She glances back at that horrible headline and shudders.

"This was not how I saw two days after Valentines day going, en gee el."

Still, could have been worse.

Could have ran into Spider-Man on that rooftop and how awkward is THAT conversation going to be? 'But you're dead-' no you.

"Thanks.." To Dick, wrestling with her internal monologue to let her at least show some appreciation. "I'm glad you were just so happening to be up there tonight.. this whole situation could have been really really bad.." Or ugly. Imagine if it'd been Tim? So gross.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Tim? So nerdy. He'd been all 'let's discuss the science!'

Worse would have been Stabby Bat, though.

"Coincidences, go figure, right?" Dick asks with a grin over towards her. "Yeah, here I thought I'd avoided the whole Valentine's Day thing." comes the teasing tone as he moves to head to the elevator that leads to his apartment.

"I'll be up a while longer if you want to talk." he finally offers, waiting for her to join him before pressing the button.