Doors

[Over the past few days, every hospital and clinic in Gotham and its surrounding cities has received a call from an individual asking whether they had recently admitted a woman in her twenties with blonde hair, possibly comatose and experiencing symptoms from frostbite and a terminal illness. The voice on the other end claimed alternately to be from the police, the FBI, a private investigator's office, or a loved one seeking someone who had gone missing.
Hospital staff that could be cajoled into providing information saw their hospitals untouched. Hospitals that refused on grounds that they do not provide such information through unofficial channels, as most of them did, saw their paper records ransacked and their electronic records hacked during break-ins. Hospital after hospital, clinic after clinic, this pattern repeated.

Just as police in the various cities began to cooperate on the series of mystery break-ins, reports began to filter out that a man had broken into Gotham General. Unhackable files and no paper records meant that someone was holding one of the doctors hostage until they provided their admittance records. Initial reports claimed biological weapons had been used, with several injuries, but no apparent fatalities. By the time the evening news rolled around, newscasts began showing clips of witnesses. Doctors, staff, and patients alike claimed a seven foot tall man (or possibly robot, depending on the witness) in a metal suit came in through the emergency room entrance, freezing the doors shut with an as-yet unidentified piece of weapons technology. He froze the legs of anyone who attempted to flee, and the hands of anyone who reached for their phones. Once the doctor was done telling him no one of the description he was looking for had been admitted, he left. Police turned up no giant metal man, no robot, and have no apparent leads. Gotham General has been temporarily locked down as a precaution.]

[Locked to Selina K]

Will you please come distract him before I punch him in his face?

[The evening after this. The penmanship is clean but the strokes are strong and sharp. Posted as 'Mr. Freeze'.]

Where is Nora?

Where is my wife?

[Phone call to Neil D, after this. The Caller ID reads one of the local Vegas hospitals.]

Ring!

[Sent from Flipside Anon.]

[Nearly a week after the hotel, days after she was admitted to the hospital, when she finally gets her journal back. In slightly dull pencil.]

I don't know what to call you. There is an actual Wolf in here, and I don't know that it's you.

[Locked to Joey A]
Baby, I'm going to go crash with friends for a few days, yeah? Just wanted to let you know, so you didn't worry.

[Locked to Daniel W]
Hey, can I borrow I need to Neil
[Not posted]

[on the heels of this.]

[locked to drake w.]

That party fuck you up or did you get off easy?

[locked to max m.]

Got a question about our little deal. If that's still a thing.

[locked to cerise s.]

Been a while. You still alive?

[then, a minute later, public but anonymous]

Got two people at that party the other day. Pretty girl in a whiteish dress, guy with a bunch of tattoos. Strangled and a broken neck. [ ... ] Can't say I'm sorry, because that'd be a lie, but it wasn't personal, and I wouldn't have done it if I'd run into you outside that.

Looks like you got off easy, Smokescreen. Wonder if you ever found anyone on fire enough to keep you stable.

[After this]

[There's a knock, knock on Liam's door.] Hey, Liam?

[Locked to Damian W]
[Reluctantly, after this.] You need to go check on your sister. She's at the Manor, and your father's apparently driving her insane.

[Locked to Tony S]
Tin man, you're not going to like what I found out about the little Scarecrow that has your key.