Rooms

[After reading everything available and making mental notes on all known subjects present and notable absences, including mental notations on her former self, based on visible entries. Ultimately, her contact point doesn't require much consideration.]

[Locked to Clint B]
This seems fun.

[A day or two later than this.]
[Cris M]

Are you going to sign the papers if I have new ones drafted?

Who: Detective Jim Gordon and a ~thief
What: Gotham streets being Gotham streets.
When: Recently
Warnings: N/A!

( She ducked into one of the bodegas, the kind open all hours and with the crappy mirrors that anyone who knew where to look could avoid )

[Marvel left Selina itchy. Steve and Robert, Tony's obvious depression, and now a dead girl that Jason was surely all mixed up with, and she just wanted something that didn't feel like loss. Even Bruce she worried about, especially with the holidays coming up and things with Helena unresolved. She needed a break, and she hadn't had one in so very long.

And, she did owe Thorns a visit.

What better way to forget about everything non-rogue in her life? Visiting a Siren was just the thing, and it was quiet in Gotham. She didn't have to let her thoughts wander to the mobs, to saving a city that she was currently on the fence about. Oh, she knew it would pass. That feeling always passed. But just then? Just then it all felt pointless, and she knew that had to do with fear that had burrowed itself beneath her fur.

And fear? Fear was dangerous for a rogue. Even a second's hesitation could cost someone their life on Gotham's rooftops, and she didn't actually want to die. Well, maybe that was something at least.

And the greenhouse was where it always was, and wasn't that a little soothing? Slinky black, goggles up and her whip loose around her hips, she let herself in. Sway of hip as she walked between the plants, and she called out instead of looking.] Poisoning Gotham with mistletoe this year?

[Kevin couldn't actually remember the last time he celebrated a birthday, which also had to do with him not being able to remember how old he actually was. He lived in the Crystal Palace. Certain things were lost. So a day just playing video games didn't sound bad, but at Darcy's prompting, he was easily convinced to do something more legitimately celebratory.

He hadn't quite pieced together that it might be nice for other people, too. Too long in relative isolation, making all the shots as Timebroker, had made him no less bubbly but a little less concerned about some niceties.

Thankfully, nobody had to realize that, right?

He was getting ready in his room, taking a look in the mirror and doing a fake Fonzi move before going to find Wanda. Please, he created his shape. He knew he looked fine.] Wo-wo-wo-wo-witchy woman! Ready? [Come out, come out, wherever you are. This mansion was huge.]

Who: Eddie and Harl
Where: Arkham
When: Recently
What: meeting some family~
Warnings: scary stuff probs apparently that is my new gimmick

( This was his home, his place of origin and yet he had no desire to end up the sad wreck the last man was. )