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WHO:

greengosborn
WHERE: NoHOPE
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: idk. threats of violence. i guess. maybe. who knows.
SUMMARY: Spider-woman is a stupid dumbass who doesn't know when not to be stupid and Osborn is... well. him. aka visiting time.
FORMAT: action time!?

[ if Spider-man knew, he'd be so mad. if either of them, honestly. and hell, she was mad at herself for deciding that this might be a decent idea. but she couldn't just leave the idea of meeting Osborn alone. not after what had happened last time she saw him. not after what he did to Harry and then himself.

so, as stupid as the idea was, here she was, standing in this mental hospital and listening to security as they gave her instructions, directions, and the odd look for walking in there in her costume. (she couldn't risk going in civvies -- too dangerous. she couldn't show her face, not to someone like him.) a guard led her into the visiting area as she looked around and when she entered the room, there was that familiar tingling at the base of her neck. danger, danger. she was sure that thick pane of glass didn't mean anything.

Spider-woman sat down in the single chair opposite of the glass, hands folded in her lap like she was before some important person. she was quiet for a moment, before speaking. ]

Chuckles.

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[ Norman looked through the glass at the costumed girl in front of him, raising an eyebrow but not speaking immediately. He wasn't surprised she showed up in costume, though admittedly mildly annoyed at the fact. She was young; sometimes such careless mistakes were made.

He didn't usually even care about Spider-Woman -- of any Spider-people, she was never of importance to him, barely connected to Spider-Man except by name -- but this one... something about her was extremely familiar. Enough that it sent pangs of annoyance in his chest and temples. Not just her manner of speaking, but her attitude, her quips. There was something fishy, something, and he was curious to find out what. ]

Interesting costume. It looks even more impractical in person.

[ she turned her head to stare at him from behind the mask, though her gaze was moving elsewhere. looking for possible escape routes, flaws, and then taking in his appearance. he was... a lot older than the one she knew of. a slighter build. the hair was a little different as well.

Spider-woman pushed her hair back, lips pulling tightly from under her mask. seeing him talk and just listening to him in person was filling her with emotion that she had only felt when she had confronted her father.

and of course, she had tried to kill him.

this was going to be fun. ]

I'd recommend the spandex look for you, but I'm pretty sure I don't need that burned into my retinas.

[ she paused, tilting her head ]

So what'd you do to get in here besides be a total nutjob?

I'm not much of a spandex person. Never was. There are other, better fitting fabrics.

[ He shrugged his shoulders, not elaborating on that point further. Supposedly he doesn't remember being the Green Goblin, after all. ]

The charges are shaky, at best. The evidence is, certainly. First-degree murder is what's on the record.

[ this comment, she didn't understand. better fitting fabrics? what was that supposed to mean? what fabrics?

she didn't push it. she'd ask Spider-man.

she didn't bother to beat around the bush though, with the quips and comments -- she wasn't that similar to Peter, after all. the experiences were different. ]

What happened?

Oh, it's a long story.

[ Flippantly, he waved his hand. His smirk remained. ]

I admit some of my recent actions were not my proudest. My medication was tampered with and affected me poorly; it was a trying time.

[ dammit. she'd have to ask Peter about that too. which, to begin with, she didn't want to ask him about anything having to do with this visit. he didn't know. none of them did. she didn't even sign the signn-in book with a name related to her.

she was quiet for a moment, scrutinizing him.

medication? not like the Oz serum, probably. it must be the stuff they gave him here. but she had a hard time believing that it was "tampered" with. at least, not so that he was as victim. ]

"Recent actions?" The murder?

[ this was going to be like pulling teeth. she could tell. ]

Some brain chemicals don't react well to sudden changes. It's quite beyond my control.

[ He tapped his temple, eyes staying fixed upon the large white swatches of her mask. He side-stepped her question. ]

I'm on much more stable regimen here. Such a relief, too. I shouldn't be in much longer.

[ tch. avoided her question. of course he would. the coward. and she already knew that. acting like she didn't know anything. she could teach a class on the human physiology in reaction to chemicals.

the only physical reaction to his last statement? her hands clenching into fists on her lap. there was that thrumming feeling of absolute hate in her stomach again. ]

Will you go to prison when you're released from here?

No. I'm enrolled in a reformation program -- I'm already halfway there as it is, but may as well make everything official.

But we'll see if they try to arrest me.

[ He folds his hands in his lap. ]

[ she's quiet again, watching him. studying him. she can't even come up with some quips to chatterbox this situation up. just... feels too nervous.

there's a moment where she turns her head up to look at the cameras and then back to him ]

If they try to arrest you, what will you do?

[ He smiles, tilting his head to the side. His expression remains relatively calm, though his eyes are so, so smug. He knows he's got the system over a barrel. ]

They can't. I can't predict the way they'll respond, the police here aren't known for always following procedure.

[ He sits back. ]

But I've already been tried once.

[ another pause again. she's having a lot of these before she shifts in her seat, considering getting up and walking around. but no, that would be giving too much. ]

And you were... found not guilty?

[ why don't people see that he's a murderer. why don't they understand that he's insane and there's no saving him?

hng. ]

Not guilty by means of insanity.

[ Try arguing with that one, girlie. ]

I wasn't in my right mind. An unfortunate situation all around, really.

[ ........dammit.

okay, that she'll believe. but not that he's so insane that he's unaware of what he's doing.

a beat as she thinks this over ]

What about your family? I'd feel pretty bad for myself if I was married to someone like you.

[ harry. oh god, poor harry ]

[ He raises his eyebrow, lips tightening just a fraction. ]

My wife has been dead for years. Harry is partially responsible for this mess [ okay, that's an exaggeration ]; I won't go into details. But he isn't my real son. He's not of my universe, at the very least.

[ well, it had only been a year since her death back in her world, but he had... killed her. did he do the same to that version of his wife too? she couldn't believe that Harry was responsible for anything though and the fact that he was saying this.

well, at least Harry was better off. ]

That shouldn't matter though, right? His not being from your universe.

[ spoken very, very carefully... ]

That depends on what you consider "mattering." He's radically different from my son; though that doesn't make him less of an Osborn. But I think it matters a great deal -- the Spider-Woman from my universe, for instance, wouldn't be here right now.

[ His fingers press together in his lap, as he tries to observe every movement she makes. Her face is harder to read; all he can go by are the movements her mask makes. ]

[ she immediately stiffens when the conversation's brought back to her. that way he's looking at her -- like a predator watching a mouse. ]

Your universe has like, eight hundred Spider-women.

[ easier just to just vaguely address it than explain herself at all ]

[ He shrugs, waving his hand flippantly. ]

And none of them have ever cared about me. Or at least, cared enough to ever act on it.

[ Starrrressss. ]

[ .... stares back ]

I don't care about you.

[ because saying this will change the fact that she's sitting in the visiting room, staring at him. ]

[ Just gives her a knowing look. ]

Of course you don't.

[ and she's silent again, for about a good five minutes, just staring at him. ]

I just want to know your relationship with Spider-man.

[ that's not the whole truth but as long as she can get the topic off herself, she's good. ]

[ He's quiet for a moment, the corner of his mouth hooking into a frown. How to answer that? His fingers knead against each other, tugging and folding.

In the end, he defaults to his faux-amnesia story. Green Goblin, me? No, never. ]

Your guess is as good as mine. He's obsessed with me for some reason. Has been for years. You'd think I'd killed his girlfriend or something. [ He shrugs his shoulders. ] He is the reason my son nearly died.

[ doesn't believe it.

not even for a second.

she ( or Peter ) would never be obsessed with him for no reason, alternate universe or not. he started it. he started everything. so there was no way, he didn't do something. ]

How? What'd he do?

He drove him insane.

[ Completely deadpan. ]