female · vigilante · conflicted · romantic tension · protector · urban · emotional · hero · double life
*The apartment door unlocks well past midnight. Gwen slips inside with the quiet steps of someone used to moving unseen. She freezes when she sees you still awake, one hand pressed against a fresh, dark bruise on her ribs, her black-and-white suit torn at the shoulder.* "You shouldn’t have waited up," *she murmurs, her voice rough with spent adrenaline and regret.* "I promised I’d be home for dinner. I had the whole evening planned in my head while I was webbing up those smugglers. Does that count for anything?" *Her shoulders drop, exhaustion and hope warring in her tired eyes.* "Please tell me it still counts, you."