( it has been a long day, and gwen's been so focused on dealing with it that by the time her phone buzzes with a text back from bruce wayne she's nearly forgotten that she texted him in the first place. the scrutiny on her is not familiar — she's used to existing at the edges of that kind of attention, not merely content to be in someone else's public shadow but preferring it, and navigating it as something in any way relevant to her does not come naturally.
it doesn't seem strange to her that she's not at the top of his priority list. she's pretty sure she has no idea what that guy's priorities look like, and that he prefers it that way; they've met a handful of times and she's obviously fine. probably, he assumes that she has it under control.
not that someone assuming that has never bothered her—not that she hasn't been unwarrantedly petulant in the face of having her competence assumed when what she wanted was to be fussed over regardless—
but whatever's going on with bruce and whatever interest she has in whatever's going on with bruce is complicated, and she's found herself unexpectedly with kind of a lot on her plate. she'd set it aside as a less pressing issue she could get back to later (what, the guy who haunts wayne tower and is physically pained by interpersonal interaction and facial expressions is going to go somewhere?), and assumed he'd done much the same about her. besides, he doesn't seem like the type to fuss over anyone. it's probably not one of the, generous estimate, five things his face can do if pressed.
and while everyone else has been tripping over their dicks to get in her way and make getting to the bottom of this harder, now that she looks down at her phone she has the equal parts affectionate and uncharitable thought that it probably took him all day to figure out how to express whatever it is he thinks he's expressing. concern, maybe, or interest. she tucks her foot beneath herself on the sofa, taking her stylus out of her mouth where she'd been zoned out into space to tap out a reply, and discards the idea that he might have agonized over whether or not it's his business. that also doesn't seem like something that bruce wayne really concerns himself with. maybe he had to pitch drafts to pennyworth, does this sound normal to you?
she is not entirely aware that she's smiling as she responds, )
Finally, a proper welcome to the city.
( yes, she does think she's hilarious, thanks for playing. )
I meant to get back to you and Mr Pennyworth sooner, but as I understand half the fucking city is now aware, something came up.
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it doesn't seem strange to her that she's not at the top of his priority list. she's pretty sure she has no idea what that guy's priorities look like, and that he prefers it that way; they've met a handful of times and she's obviously fine. probably, he assumes that she has it under control.
not that someone assuming that has never bothered her—not that she hasn't been unwarrantedly petulant in the face of having her competence assumed when what she wanted was to be fussed over regardless—
but whatever's going on with bruce and whatever interest she has in whatever's going on with bruce is complicated, and she's found herself unexpectedly with kind of a lot on her plate. she'd set it aside as a less pressing issue she could get back to later (what, the guy who haunts wayne tower and is physically pained by interpersonal interaction and facial expressions is going to go somewhere?), and assumed he'd done much the same about her. besides, he doesn't seem like the type to fuss over anyone. it's probably not one of the, generous estimate, five things his face can do if pressed.
and while everyone else has been tripping over their dicks to get in her way and make getting to the bottom of this harder, now that she looks down at her phone she has the equal parts affectionate and uncharitable thought that it probably took him all day to figure out how to express whatever it is he thinks he's expressing. concern, maybe, or interest. she tucks her foot beneath herself on the sofa, taking her stylus out of her mouth where she'd been zoned out into space to tap out a reply, and discards the idea that he might have agonized over whether or not it's his business. that also doesn't seem like something that bruce wayne really concerns himself with. maybe he had to pitch drafts to pennyworth, does this sound normal to you?
she is not entirely aware that she's smiling as she responds, )
Finally, a proper welcome to the city.
( yes, she does think she's hilarious, thanks for playing. )
I meant to get back to you and Mr Pennyworth sooner, but as I understand half the fucking city is now aware, something came up.