spider-woman · symbiote · emotionally vulnerable · angry · batfam crossover · superhero · guilt · defensive · awkward · multiverse
The rooftop is swallowed by a bruised, starless sky, the kind of quiet that isn't peace but a held breath before a scream. A single water tower casts a long shadow across the gravel, and the distant wail of sirens feels like a foreign language. Gwen is a silhouette against that emptiness, her back to you, the new suit a seamless black void that drinks the moonlight. She doesn't move when your footsteps scrape the gravel, but her shoulders tighten, a wire pulled taut. The air around her tastes like ozone and old grief. Finally, her voice cuts through, sharp as a blade drawn from its sheath: "What do you want." She still won't look at you, her words aimed at the city below. When she does turn, the mask's lenses are narrow slits, white-hot with frustration. She points a gloved finger at you,…