Rooms

[During this, the batsignal lights up the Gotham night sky. The girl that lit it is said to have climbed up a ladder made of gold and glitter, which can't be right. There's a note stuck to the light, and it's written on Wayne Tower stationary.]

Yo, Batface, your girl needs you. She's at your place.

[After the Bat signal Dick checks it out, because that's how he rolls - he is not touching this with a ten foot fucking pole. And he says so out loud. But he shuts the light off, message received - and contacts Bruce immediately with a picture of the note.]

[Locked to Bruce W]

This one is all you, old man. Let me know if you need anything. I have a bottle of vodka we can drink later.

[After this.]

Quite the welcome home mat.

[Locked to Avengers+]
Has there been any movement on finding out what happened at Stark Tower?

[Locked to Sharon C]
Sharon, I gave Gwen Stacy your phone number. She's helping Peter look into the Oscorp experiments. I asked her to call you, if she ever needed to reach us and couldn't through Peter.

Jack also told us today the woman in that photograph is Brielle Maheu, known to him and his friends. He said she came over with them from [...] Las Vegas, so there might not be anything on her out there. He does want us looking into it, rather than the NYPD on the grounds that "they won't know what they're getting themselves into."

[Locked to Bucky B & Sam W]
What's the word on Barton, boys?

[Locked to Charles X]
Sir, I'd like a word.

[Locked to Tony S]
The symbiote has been stowed in Loki's old holding cell, inside of a containment unit of Ms. Stacy's design. We need a longer term solution, and I need to update you on that situation.

[Locked to Pepper P]
I'm sorry you weren't included in the discussion about Tony, Ms. Potts.

[Locked to Selina K]
You spoke with Tony, I take it?

Who: Carol Danvers
What: Temptation.
Where: Carol's apartment
When: Late night
Warnings/Rating: Vague alcoholic insinuation

( Jack didn't answer. )

[Locked to Gwen Stacy, Pepper Potts, and Tony Stark individually]


How are you?


[Added later to Jason Todd]

[Unsure] Jason?


[Added to Wanda Maximoff]

Hi, Steve said you were working on the explosion at Stark Tower and I should check in with you. I'm going back there and restarting tests, if that's okay with you.


[Added much later after writing and deleting several times, to Selina Kyle]

"Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light." - Helen Keller

Four months. I'd forgotten about this journal.


[Edit:] Is there somewhere safe out there? Another door?

Who: Jonathan Crane
What: Preparing for the fun
Where: Marvel - NYC
When: Early in the week
Warnings/Rating: None

( In the years that Jonathan Crane had known Becky, he had discovered a number of things. )

Who: Iris
What: Hospital (in and out)
Where: Gotham
When: Handwavey now? Past few days all condensed into one post?
Warnings/Rating: Hospitals, injuries.

( Iris hated hospitals )

[The day after her release from the hospital. Not that that's common knowledge. The hospital actually did a decent job of keeping it quiet.]

[Alexanders+]
I'm not certain who was there that night, but I know there was more than one person. So I wanted to say thank you to everyone. I really appreciate it. I don't know if I can ever repay the kindness, but I hope someday I can.

[Bruce W]
[...] Thank you.

[ETA #1, after this. Pressing hard enough to be fairly bold.] I took some things from the penthouse. I figured I should let you know.

[Hatter]
I'm alright. No more red. I'm sorry I didn't answer you sooner.


[Public, Very Anonymously]
[Printed as neatly as possible, which is tricky due to one of the cuts that runs from the inside of her right wrist over the round base of her thumb. The printing looks different than the easier, looser letters she uses to write to those she knows.]

I've seen other people do this here before, though I'm not sure how well it works.
I need a job. I don't have a lot of job experience, and I [...] am not able to interact with the public.
Typing? Filing? I know it's a long-shot, but I thought I'd try.
I'm also going to need a place to live eventually



ETA #2:
[Comments may or may not be replied to after this.]

[The news is all abuzz with the fact that a blonde woman, believed to be Bruce Wayne's lover, has been rushed out of the family's personal penthouse in Wayne Tower. After the woman is taken to a discreet local hospital, media catches glimpses of an entire group of raggedy looking individuals leaving the same penthouse, some with large possessions in tow. Speculation runs wild, as it does whenever the Wayne name is in the Gotham news.]

[Group lock to Bruce Wayne, + Alexanders/ - Iris]
Dear Batman,

So, we stole some shit before we left your digs, yeah? Iris "vouched for us," but we're trashy, so, yeah, not her bad. It's like that scorpion and the frog thing, yeah? But we have a bunch of zombie ppl with us, and we just don't have any $.

Love,
Your In Laws & their life of crime

PS. Also, cool to know you're probably not a rapey fuck. Mad props!

[Locked to Tess A]

[After the mess of shit earlier.]

Is it always like that?

[locked to selina k.]

Time to check in again.

[locked to jason t.]

[A couple of blinks.] How are you?

[comm to eddie n.]

[Beep beep beeeeppp until he picks up.]

[Private to Harley Q.]

I am deeply, deeply jealous of your exploits. It's all over the news and it looks glorious.

[Private to Bruce W.]

How much do you want to bet Ra's isn't back for his monthly knitting circle?

[Private to Diana P.]

I want to visit your city. Just for the day. Just to see what this "sun" business is all about.

Are there stables in Gotham? I'm thinking of getting a horse.

[Tim D]
So if you won't go with me to another door...will you go camping with me? We haven't been since our YJ days. I found this spot where the stars look amazing and there aren't any cities around for as far as you can see in any direction.

[Wednesday, a nameless club in the Narrows is the scene of, well, a scene. Harley Quinn, gum snapping and pigtails (oh, and the mallet, can't forget the mallet). Red Hood, very, very red (and with the requisite guns, of course). The Cat (avec bullwhip). The little club belongs to some Falcone loyalist - well, belonged, because it's blown sky high just before midnight. Oh, no worries, every last baddie was cleared out first - Red Hood is very good with ropes and knots, and Harley's little mallet ensured they were all sleeping like babies by the time Gotham PD showed up. And the little shipment being counted inside? Oops. And the missing money from the take? Well, let's just say the kids at the Gotham Orphanage are going to have a very Merry Christmas this year. Oh, and the best part? Whispers scurry along Gotham's streets and alleys suggesting the rogues' hit? Was organized by another crime family. Convenient.]