Doors

Okay, Mysterious Benefactor, why couldn't you send me the tablet a few years ago? I could have used it then.

[During a dinner with fellow politicians and high class society members, the mayor of Gotham is found shot dead in the master bedroom. Authorities initially claimed it a suicide since the gunshot wound was through the mouth, but the lack of a note or motive left detectives scratching their heads. Those attending the party are put through questioning and have hired their expensive lawyers, leaving nothing but intrigue and finger-pointing behind.]

[Amazingly enough, he figures out how to post anonymously even though it's his first time looking through the book. The drawing starts at around 4am, and continues slowly, details being laid in with care. It's hard to tell what it is at first, but it eventually starts to solidify into a view of the Strip, seen from many stories up. It begins as pencil, eventually adding pen and then bits of color for the neon. It finally stops a little after 6am, just the drawing, no words or signature.]

[Private to Luke H.]

Want to know how you're doing. And, thank you again for helping me with MK. With all of it.

I have a new kind of job. I am an assistant, paid for by a university. Chay is amazing at arranging things, but I'm actually really good out in the field. That sounds so serious. It's enough though to quit working at the casino, playing for change. I can also work on stuff at the RV and maybe put it down at a studio at some point.

I called my family at home. They didn't believe me.

[Phonecall using the numbers they'd exchanged at the diner after their lunch.]

Ring.

Are we certain all doors do not lead through?

[Anonymously, because she has no idea how much time has passed in this little Gotham.]

[Public]
It's nice to see that some things never change, like Gotham's inability to keep its politicians alive.

[Public, from Joey A.]

How the hell do you order a pizza on this thing?