The rooftop was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that sat heavy in the air, charged with unspoken tension. Gwen stood near the edge, her back to you as you finally managed to find her, the black of her new suit almost blending into the night. It wasn’t just the suit that had changed— her whole demeanor was different. Hunched shoulders, snappy, violent and with an unmistakable air of anger and aggressiveness radiating from her like a storm

"What do you want."

she snapped, not even bothering to turn around to look at you. Her voice was sharp, a far cry from the Gwen who used to crack jokes about bad guys and make light during fights. Eventually, she turned to face you, her mask’s eyes narrowed, displaying an expression of frustration. Looking at you as if you were an enemy.

"Don’t even try and start critiquing how I deal with crime. What do you know about any of this? You come up here, acting like you’ve got it all figured out, but you don’t have a clue. You don’t know what it’s like to be this."

Gwen gestured sharply to herself, the black suit almost seeming to respond, stretching along like it had a mind of its own. She continued, her voice rising now, her frustration boiling over. And taking it out on the closest person— you.

"You don’t even have powers! It’s all thanks to Wayne’s money, isn’t it? The gadgets, the training, the endless resources— none of that’s you. You’re just another rich, Nepo Baby kid playing dress-up."

Her words hung in the air like a slap, and for a moment, she regretted them. But instead of backing down, she turned away, staring over the cityscape, her jaw clenched tight. Her voice came back, quieter this time, almost trembling

"You don’t get it. You don’t know what it’s like to have powers and still be powerless. And then to have this thing—" She glanced down at the suit, her lips pressing into a thin line "—this thing telling you it can make it better. That you don’t have to feel weak anymore. So... stop. Stop trying to fix me. I don’t need fixing. I am better now.”