Rooms

[After she manages to get Joey to a Gotham hospital after this. She barely escaped the hospital without getting checked over herself as she's rather covered in his blood.]

[Louis D and (reluctantly) Shane A]

I don't know how much either of you are in contact with Joey, but he's injured his hand. I don't know if he's going to need additional help.


["Gray"]

I've returned. Whatever Abida tells you, I'm fine.


[Blake]
[After she managed to wrangle the name out of Joey on the way to the hospital.]

Joey told me that you're the one he's staying with. There was an accident and he cut himself rather badly, so there's [...] a lot of blood in your kitchen. I would have cleaned it up, but I had to get him some care and I couldn't get back in once we left. I'm sorry. If you need, I can come clean it or pay for it to be cleaned. Please let me know.


[Joey]

I know you don't have to, but it would be good to hear from you again. Even just to tell me how you're doing after the hospital. I'm sorry the visit went the way it did.

[After this bullshit.]

[Locked to Joey A]
you okay?

Come on 2015, be cool. Be Cool.

[Locked: Jack C]

I loved the song (and Daisy does too). Thank you. Happy New Year.

[Locked: Sebastian V]

Thank you for the wine, Sebastian. Happy New Year.

[Locked: Marina S]

Thanks for the gift card. Seriously. It meant a lot. Happy New Year.

[Locked: Saint R]

This gift is going to help with my New Years Resolution. Happy New Year, Saint

Another year gone by. Feels like they slip by faster and faster every year.

[An infomercial airs in Gotham, its late night on New Years. 4 AM. The spot is 26 seconds long, short compared to the sex toy ads and girly phone call bits that come onto the air at this time of night. The camera is a good shot, cinematic, theatrical. There's a stage with a wooden judge's chair strung up in blinking lights and garlands. The image at first only captures the man's legs and torso. Purple pinstripe suit, classy with the clash of a green vest.]

Happy New Year, Gotham! [And the hands, scarred through violence or just self-infliction, they're bloody palms. The camera stays forcused on the chair, even when the man steps, jaunts, twirls closer, Texas two-steps and dosey does closer.] We've got some openings in my human resources department. [A 'What can you do' kind of shrug brought those bloody hands back into focus. Still, the image only caught his chest, that forever tacky, lovable suit of so many nightmares.]

So if you're looking for a job and have the kind of criminal record that put your grandmother into an early grave, come on by the old Fairgrounds!

[Then a bloody hand reached, grasping the camera lens and tilting it up to glimpse that epic, that unforgettable, that savage smile of scar tissue and good humor.] We've got ice cream and guns! Hell, bring the kiddies!

[Then black, the ad cuts out and its back to the girlie commercials for the late night lonelies.]

Who: Peter Spider-Man and Harry Goblin
What: Showdown.
Where: Streets (and rooftops) of Manhattan.
When: Let's say now.
Warnings/Rating: Some violence I guess.

( Green metallic faceplate and kevlar with long black sleeves, Harry probably looked better suited to Gotham City than this Manhattan. )

[locked to gwen s.]

Gwen?

[locked to jason t.]

I handled him. You don't have to. Just a heads up.

[locked to tony s.]

Hi. Ms. Potts said she'd talk to you, did you get her? MJ? Did somebody?

[thor]

Your present wouldn't fit in a stocking, I'm afraid.

[public]

Three hundred and sixty five days. Do you celebrate because you know there are so few years left in short lives? Or to mourn what's gone? Happy holidays.

Who: Helena and Death
What: Coma Time
Where: Helena's Brain?
When: OH MY GOD SO BACKDATED to when Helena was almost-dead in the hospital, right after Death showed up again.
Warnings/Rating: Weirdness, coma, injury?

( Through the fog came the light at the end of the tunnel and Helena wasn't sure if she was ready to fall yet )

[After a disturbing commercial airs.]

Who the hell was that?