Doors

[isolated comm to riddler]

[Early evening. Beep, beep, beep until he picks up.]

[comm to red robin.]

[As she's on her way to the Riddler lair, and on the new comms received on Christmas because she doesn't care who overhears this. As soon as she responds to the beeps and through gritted teeth:] Tim Drake!

[Just after she gets MK settled into one of the guest rooms, and while she's still buzzed.]

[Text to Luke H]
I have two things to tell you.

[Locked to Adam W]
Please tell me MK misunderstood and you didn't break up with her because of some stupid thing the hotel did.

[Locked to Silver M]
Do you have a minute?

[adam w.]

So, you've probably figured out that Wren filled me in by now, but I just wanted to see how you're doing.

[iris r.]

Hey, Iris. Slight change of plans.

[thierry b.]

How'd the holidays treat you?

[silver m.]

You stupid son of a bitch This is all your FUCKING FAULT goddajdfjkkdfjjksfkelrfjk

[Nothing sent.]

[Selina K]

I know you're a fan of the fingerstripes, but this seems a little excessive. Also, everyone gets a heads up but me? I'm hurt.

[Damian W]

Did you forget to tell me something?

[After this.]

[Left on Bruce's desk at Wayne]
[A single, first class ticket from Gotham International to Tribhuvan International in Kathmandu, Nepal, which leaves at 11:15 am on the 13th. Tucked beside the ticket, a note:]

He says my cats will be safe. That means no bombs, no explosions, no deadly chemicals. It's not much, but more than we knew for certain before, at least. He said my cats would be revered. Isn't that a strange thing to say?

[Very carefully, no identifiers and (even) no fingerprints.]

[Public]
I've got a place to live, but it's been years since I've been to Vegas.  Any good coffee places or diners around here? Something good on a budget because this place is way too expensive on my own and I'll offer up a great place to ride horses. 

[Locked: Sveta M/Charlie M]
Hey. Thanks for the presents. Did you have a good New Years?

[After her conversation with Liam]

[Locked to Sam A]
Did you know Tristan as well?

[Locked to Spencer]
Did you say the thing in the basement is an AI?

I got it. Now what?

Is it possible for a hangover to last 6 days? Because I'm pretty sure my head hasn't stopped pounding since the ball dropped. Serves me right for trying to keep up with actual grown-ups (as opposed to the 'supposed' kind, the group in which I belong). Also for those of you wondering, having a six something foot tall wolf/man in your head does absolutely nothing for your tolerance on this side of the door.

The more you know [hand-drawn rainbow]

So, you miss my incessant babble, Vegas? Or did the general atmosphere of debauchery and mayhem keep you occupied while I was gone?