[Locked to Iris R and Alfred Pennyworth.]
Time's up, baby. How about showing your pretty face
so I don't have to hunt down a Gotham key?
[Delivered to Daniel W]
[Finding his address is easy enough, and the sculpture is delivered days after Simon's party. It fits into the palm, and it's smooth, pale metal worked until it's almost white, with veins of rusted red running through it. The sculpture itself is a globe, and the veins of red rise in relief against the pale steel, the dark curved lines visible beneath an even thinner layer of pale perfection. The name is etched in the base, "ribs," and the artist's mark is scrawled beneath it. It comes with no note, no explanation, and no expectation of any contact. A thank you in metal.]
[Locked to Neil D]
I'm running a special on background checks. Need any?
I would send you what I've been working on but Fuck
[Locked to Damian W]
[A few comments into her conversation with Alfred.] Hey, you. Got a sec?