#gmbit

                            “I prefer the term eccentric… but, yeah,                               I guess you could say i’m a little nutty..” 

“Let’s just take a day, let’s not come in tomorrow - I’m sure New Gotham will be fine.” [Cue explosion.]  [ @gmbit​ ]

Gwen watches him, intrigued, an amused smile playing on her lips until--shit. She doesn’t know where the explosion came from, but she knows it can’t be good (explosions never are). Someone, somewhere needs her help; someone always needs her help. It never ends. At least the only thing she’s good at (okay, one of two things) is helping people. 

“As much as I want to say you’re right, I like your style, let’s take a vacation, crime waits for no man, woman, or spider,” she says.

A book, some fresh air, and her pristinely white pup on a leash made Emma’s recent reasons for rage seem a little farther away. Here, alone, Emma could focus on herself. She liked being alone -- not so alone that it precluded her from getting a pup, but alone enough that she didn’t have to be bothered with drama.

Nope, on this bench, with the wind rustling her hair and her pup chewing on a treat, Emma hardly had a care in the world. She let her mind be open and thoughts whisper through, some her own, some belonged to other people, but she kept them safe and sent them along. There was this soothing emotion, she would swear it was yellow in color, of a mother who was playing with her child in the grass not too far from Emma and something that felt almost orange with glee of kids running around playing tag.

She could sense a mutant near though and it put her on edge. She was, however, surprised to see who it was.

“Swamp thing,” She acknowledged Remy, recrossing her legs and sticking her finger in-between the pages in her book, “How are you?” She smirks, the annoying smirk of a woman who knows too much.

LAURA & REMY.

❛ you’ve become a mother hen, you know that ? never thought i’d see the day. ❜

❛ she’s worth it. ❜