Doors

[After this, intended to be locked to Mary Jane W., Flash T. and Peter P., but she "mistakenly" makes it public instead, though she does exclude Harry/Elise, as instructed.]

[Public, but not visible by Elise D. or Harry O.]
Hey, Flash, MJ and Spidey, Neil Norman Osborn's person says to let you guys know that he's going to destroy the city, and then he's going to kill you all after a bunch of days and weeks, either here or in Vegas. Spidey goes last.

[On Thursday night, gunshots are fired atop Gotham PD's roof. The Batsignal is destroyed in an explosion, and two figures are seen leaving the scene - a female and a male - though neither is clearly identified in the wake of the explosion. Blood on the roof indicates a struggle, and bullets are recovered, along with priceless earrings stolen earlier in the evening from Gotham Museum of Art. Pursuing officers lose track of both individuals within blocks of the police station.]

[In the aftermath of this.]

[comm to wren h.]

[Loudly. Very loudly, mixed with angry-worry.] I swear to God, Wren, I don't care if you're not talking to me or if you're mad or whatever, you'd better answer me right now.

[public, as batman.]

The Batsignal? Really?

[She's been trying to avoid this, because she knows that Babs actually walking around in Vegas likely means the opposite for her in Gotham, but after this, and after Gotham alerts start pinging the tablet, she goes through.

And finds that all the computers make sense, and no, she can't move the lower half of her body (though the chair is at least sized perfectly for her). As such, she's not in the best mood, and still doesn't feel like letting everyone and their grandma know who she is. There's no connection to her real name, and her voice comes across the comm digitally modified, but easily translating her anger.]

Okay, you people pulled me across, I hope you're happy. What the hell is going on?

Hastily sprawled out between drops of tea stains in the journal, as though the author was scrambling to get the words down.

FRODO, YOU OWE ME.
I THOUGHT YOU SAID THE SHIRE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A NICE, QUIET, PEACEFUL PLA....

[Serenity Crew/Alters]

Seein as how it don't look like we're gettin outta this mess anytime real quick - I aim to step through that door in about five minutes and when the pretty boy gets there there's work to be done.