Doors

[Public]
[in haphazard, messy scrawl]

i need some fucking god damn weed right fucking now jesus fucking christ!!! seriously forget what the fuck i said i want some fucking weed and i don't fucking care how much i have to pay just give me the good shit boss please for the love of god give me something to make it all fucking STOP

I'm looking for a woman named Iris.

[Private to Boy Blue]
[Oblivious to Snow/Rose fighting.]

I heard you're planning on visiting the castle?

[Private to Draco Malfoy]

Have a moment? I'd like to talk to you about a door.

Have you reconsidered our coming appointment?

[Charlie]

I'm offering a discount this month for new students, and even though you started at the end of December, I'd like to extend it to you if you're interested in continuing at the dojo.
[/Charlie]

So how about those new year resolutions everyone? I'm offering a 20% discount for new students who register for lessons at my dojo in the month of January, with an additional 10% if you have a current student's referral.

Alternatively, graduate school likes to kick my ass. First week of the new semester and I already know it's going to be insane.

[Email: Daniel Webster]

Good morning, Mr Webster. I need confirmation of your agreement to the investment of increased funds.


Public

Are we quite finished blowing the city to pieces? Has it anything to do with the population within it - through the Door, apparently we are set to endure eternal lack of power.

[A few hours after this delivery. Friday evening, just before the stroke of midnight: flames lick across the Gotham skyline. City Hall, Gotham Memorial Hospital, and the Gotham Veteran's Home for the Disabled all burn with a vengeance, fuelled by gasoline and lit up with makeshift ignition triggers. The fires burn hard and fast into the night, and emergency crews are forced to split their numbers in order to battle each blaze. The only evidence to be found when the smoke has cleared are three blackened playing cards, each pinned to a door with a wicked-looking knife.]

Talking to me yet?

[Shortly after this.]

[Left in the Batcave]
[Ra's is nowhere to be found when Nightwing's suit is delivered. She takes the time to drag the blue and black into Ivy's lab, and she puts it in an airtight cylinder, something Ivy has around for her poisonous plants. It's left in the Batcave, sitting beside the computer console, with a note to be careful when opening it.]

[Left in Stark Tower]
[A corner of the suit's sleeve is cut out carefully, and it's delivered to Stark Tower in Marvel's dark New York using Blondie's key. The bit of fabric is in a smaller, airtight container, and it includes a note signed by Selina asking that he test the fabric for anything dangerous.]

[Locked to the Batfam+]
[After spending a full five minutes trying to decide whether to even bother continuing the facade.] Ra's left Gotham on an unmarked jet. No itinerary or flight plan filed.

[The morning after this, while he is en route to a different country.]

[Individually locked to Joker and Scarecrow]
[After much consideration...]

I'd avoid Gotham for the next few weeks.

[Delivery to Catwoman]

[The Nightwing suit. It is in a plain, non-descript box with a note that reads:]
Your help was much appreciated, Ms Cat.

[Locked to Batman/Bruce Wayne]

While I don't approve of his methods, the Clown is effective.

[Locked to Oracle]

Where's your father?