Doors

She grew a dangly peen.

[Group Lock]

I've a message to deliver to you, but you'll have to pardon me if it's not precisely what was said.

Your sister says that she will not be home for some time. She fears she may become homicidal if given the opportunity, and as she wants to keep both of us out of jail, she will behave and let me have my much needed time through the door.

If you need her, I'm sorry. But I will be happy to collect any messages for her.

Yours truly

Hatter

[Call to Gabriel R]
[Early, early morning, from a truck stop just outside Vegas. Ring.]

[After speaking to Jack]

[Cerise]

She'll need diapers. And she was starting on walking but she wasn't good at it so watch for her, please. And she eats regular, if she don't eat nothing then she'll try oatmeal, and she likes apple. If she's crying some at night, it's probably a tooth and she's hurting. Loving on her some, that helps, but mostly she just wants to know you're there.

Bring her back soon. Keep her safe. Please?


[Luke H]

She's not dead. She's not home but she's not dead.


[Neil]

She's okay. She's safe somewhere, until he's gone. [...] You okay too, honey?


[Lin]

You doing any better?


[Sam]

Hey.

You probably don't want to I know I I'm so fucking sor

Hi.

[And then with a flick of a switch, Gotham is back to normal. All the citizens act as if nothing wacky had transpired over the past two weeks, but those who have keys to a certain hotel remember everything. Bat-Mite vanishes and hopes that you learned your lesson about canon and continuity.]

What the hell am I supposed to do with this?