Doors

[Locked to Daniel W]
Remember me? One night stand? Bad chess?

[Locked to Harley Q]
I'm just guessing on the lock name for you, so hopefully I have this shit right.

[Locked to Tess A]
Door person changed. Might get killed with Liam tonight. Iris has decided she's a violent sex offender. Considering celibacy. Now, you.

( Voicemails left for Jack R. )

[Public]

Okay, I'm officially creeped out. You win, Johnson. I understand elaborate pranks are kind of your thing, but this is bordering on psychotic. I mean, this journal is so detailed and geeky. I don't even know how you got this voice shit working. [...] If I find some kind of speaker on my bra, I'm notifying superiors.

[Voicemail left for Connor B and Dylan T]
There was a shipment of something last evening. Six boxes, all rather large. I didn't have a chance to look inside before they were whisked away again. I've no idea who picked them up, but they were impressively large, and they smelled of gun oil. The men, not the boxes, though I didn't have a chance to sniff them, either. The boxes, not the men. They didn't want tea, which I was thankful of, since they reminded me of people I didn't care for. I have to admit that I'm having seconds thoughts about this entire business. I've no desire to end up on the wrong side of the gun oil men. A girl mad as birds, Dylan Thomas. Connor, I've nothing to annoy you with but my prattle. Do be a dear and tell me what annoys you best in the world so I can- [And, thankfully, she's cut off.]

it's a good thing i don't believe in hell.

[She knows she promised to call MK after Luke left, but she just can't bring herself to do it. Instead, a drunken text about an hour later.]

[Text to Maddie Kate R]
Youp robaly want to tlak to Luke.

[locked to jack c.]

I don't think things went very well, Jack.

[locked to maddie kate r.]

Why did it have to be you?

[Nothing sent.]

[Locked to Bruce W]

I haven't seen you around lately. How are you doing?

So. You heard that Raegan's gone, right?

[Public; as Cailin B]

Midterms blow. I honestly can't begin to convey just how glad I am that I'm almost fucking done with this shit.

[Text: Seven M/Toraim]

Job?

[Text: Winnie O/Cailin B]

Heard about your partner. Drinks later? Usual place?

[Sticky note left on the desk of the Batcomputer]

Running algorithms. Don't delete them.

[Bruce/Tim]

I'm not Barbara, but I did my best with the computer. It'll do for now.

after seeing her name on the journals
[Locked: Shiva/Tim D]

Lady Shiva?

Looking for a murderous mistress from the shindig. Knife-happy only need apply.