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Nov. 1st, 2015


[info]shadowbabs

jason/babs

[Jason T.]

I know you're out there. Why didn't you contact me? I looked for you, I was worried. You ass.

Oct. 27th, 2015


[info]theblondebat

destiny ; batfam+

[She returns home, blinking right back into her apartment where her pets have been fed and looked after, and that postcard is still waiting for her. Gotham, she can tell even now, is in shreds. To the journals she goes.]

[locked to destiny]

[Assuming:] Thanks for looking after them.

[locked to batfam+]

[A long cursor blink, and then:] Hi. I'm guessing I missed a lot.

Oct. 26th, 2015


[info]awry

[Public]

I received a really, really pretty pair of strappy red heels. They say Sam Edelman on the sole. I would like to give them back to whoever they belong to.

[...] And I think someone has my wedding rings. My husband's working a job out of town, and I haven't seen him in a few days, and I'd really like my rings back, please. I miss him lots. I can pay for the rings, if whoever has them needs money.

Oct. 20th, 2015


[info]sybarite

quicklog: gotham ground zero; feat. harry, gwen, damian, & babs

Who: Harry & Gwen & Damian & Barbara
What: Harry & Gwen are trapped in the rubble, help is on the way!
Where: Gotham.
When: After Damian did a no-no.
Warnings: Language maybe? Blood mentions probs.



[The clothing store had been nice, which wasn't something that Harry had ever thought to associate with the likes of Gotham. He knew that there was money in the city, there was money everywhere, but still… it'd been a pleasant surprise. And wasn't that greatest irony of it? Just when Harry had begun to think that maybe Gotham wasn't the horrible place that he'd always imagined it to be, the foundation literally crumbled from beneath their feet.

Now, in the dirt and the concrete rubble, it was a lucky thing that they hadn't been crushed to death. Maybe it was the blow to the head that kept Harry from going full-tilt freakout, but the horror of the situation hadn't really set in yet. Nobody knew that he'd come to Gotham, Harry had his doubts that anybody even knew that Gwen had decided to move here, so now they were just going to have to die here like nobodies.]

We can't die here. Not in Gotham. [He tried to joke, because ew, but there was too much worry in his voice to make for comedy. Harry groaned, it was a pained sound, partly because Gwen touched his injured arm in that moment, but also because the realization that the two of them were essentially buried alive… it was hitting him. Gwen was doing her best to pull the heavy rubble away from Harry's pinned arm. The brickwork was heavy, and it had been keeping the lower part of his arm numb due to its weight, but when she lifted the weight of the stone away, blood and feeling flew back down his hand and fingers in a deep, unforgiving throb. Even though Gwen was being as gentle as she could, Harry screamed through teeth clenched tight.]

Don't! Don't! [He begged her not to move anything again, and simultaneously hoped more than anything that she wouldn't have to if she'd already pulled the entire thing clear away.]

Oct. 15th, 2015


[info]recursion

Eddie/Conner/Public

[Maybe written on the private luxury jet that's whisking her across the country, the absolute opposite of being in Gotham a couple of hours prior.]

[Eddie N]

Keep a hold of that generator and satellite. I'll be back in Gotham Sunday evening. I forgot I had some business meetings this weekend.

[Conner K]

Hey I didn't want to leave You let me know if I'm needed over there, okay? No one in Gotham knows how to ask for help. I'll find a door and pop back as quick as I can. Otherwise, I'll be back on Sunday. Keep me updated?

[Public]

I'll be on QWERTY Live this Saturday, for those of you that keep up with video games. We're going to be talking about the evolution of FPS and then I'm going to destroy these boys in GoldenEye.

Oct. 14th, 2015


[info]heir

public

[He has no idea how his phone has managed to reappear, spotless, amid the rubble he's still trapped beneath, but he doesn't question it. It's inconsequential. He calculates the time he was out, roughly, from the blood around him, how it has coagulated. Dazed, uncomprehending, he tries for a lock and fails.]

Barbara joker his body

Oct. 9th, 2015


[info]shadowbabs

batcomm

[BatComm]
[Dick, Steph, Tim, Donna, Superboy, Jason.]

[Gravely, even if she's clearly trying to sound conversational:] Everyone say hi to our new computer helper, Donna. She's at my rig, so if you need intel, ask her. Donna? We'll come up with a cool superhero name for you later.

I'm at the location Damian sent me. I have Joker's body. Death by strangulation, no doubt Damian's work. [...] The entrance to the underground tunnel has been opened and since there's fresh prints and disturbed dust, I think it was recent. I think he went down there. [...] Who's here? Who can help out?

Oct. 7th, 2015


[info]heir

Barbara G

[After this; fighting hard against the poison, with just enough in him to lock—]

[Locked to Barbara G]
[He gives his location, that abandoned science building.]

quickly I cant

[Nothing more. He destroys his phone.]

Oct. 4th, 2015


[info]riskthefall

Dickie Narrative - Then a phone call

Who: Dickie - Phone call to Babs
Where: His house in Gotham City
When: Nowish
What: Being a kid was weird - his kid being a bigger kid was weirder
Warnings: Nah

Stuuuuuufffffff )

[Phone Call - Babs G]

Ring ring!

[info]recursion

Batgirl

[After Eddie's suggestion.]

[Batgirl]

Eddie told me to [Nope, really bad way to start. Think, think.] I know you don't know me, but I know Damian. I want need to help. He saved my life, and I'd be a horrible friend if I wasn't willing to do the same for him. I can't just sit here. I can't.

I've been talking to him. I think I may almost have him willing to meet with me. Maybe. I don't know. But I don't think he remembers me the way he would remember all of you. That puts me in a non-threatening position, as I can be seen as not trying to get him the help he needs.

Please let me do something, even if it's just hacking security cameras. I can't stand feeling so helpless.

Oct. 1st, 2015


[info]shadowbabs

tiny justice lock

[Vigilante Group lock]
[Jason, Dick, Tim, Stephanie (and then after some thought) Superboy]

I know what happened to Damian. I need help finding him. Do we all have comms?

[info]playalong

public!!

[After this. His handwriting is loopy & affectionate.]

Gasp!

Batman you did better than I could have ever dreamed!
Glory!
Glory!

Sep. 30th, 2015


[info]thelazarus

[public]

So are we going to go find a psycho's bombs, or just sit around talking about them? Because campus security doesn't seem too excited to turn bomb squad.

Sep. 19th, 2015


[info]roomsverse

[Group log: Wayne Manor]

Who: Anyone who wishes to attend
What: A reluctant party
Where: Wayne Manor grounds (Exterior. The Batcave is inaccessible, and the Manor is locked to non-thieves and non-family.)
When: During the Gotham age-down plot
Warnings/Rating: This is a group log. Please place locations in headers, and use warnings where required.

Crowded, the party was upscale. College kids littered the grounds of Wayne Manor, but the decor was still the best Gotham had to offer, despite the relative youth of the attendants. The front steps were lantern-lit, and the stone landing and fountain circle were the center of the festivities for the evening. From the landing, a DJ played college hits, and there were two white tents erected for dancing. Around the twinkle-lit fountain, there was a well-stocked bar and an opulent buffet, and someone had even ordered an ice-sculpture swan to glitter in the lantern lights. Only the best booze, only the most expensive hor d'oeuvres, and it was a Gotham charity gala in miniature.

The doors to the big house were locked tight, but the grounds were unguarded (save for a certain inaccessible Batcave). Beyond the verdant and unlit field, a gamekeeper's house sat locked, and the stables housed a horse or two, empty stalls and impressive hay stacks. The greenhouse was warm, even in the evening, the day's heat still holding onto leaves and blooms. All around the property, the largely-untamed gardens were barely lit and perfect for slipping away, benches and trees and shrubs to hide behind. Early in the evening, and they were already crowded, the gardens, with pawing teenagers two-bottles deep.

Beyond the gardens, trees grew tall and eclipsed the moon and stars, and the loud music from the party barely carried there, where the canopy shut out the world.

Sep. 12th, 2015


[info]spoileralert

public.

[As Steph B.]

First weekend here, so where tf are the good parties at?

Sep. 9th, 2015


[info]heir

Bruce W, Selina K, ETA: Dick G, Barbara G, Tony S

[During this.]

[Locked to Bruce W]
That idiot clone is talking of coming to Gotham, to help.

[And after some consideration...]

[Locked to Selina K]
What happened to Tony?

ETA: [Locked to Dick G]
Grayson.

ETA 2.0: [Locked to Barbara G]
Is Montoya still stabled at the manor?

ETA 3.0: [Locked to Tony S]
[After Selina's... comment, he decides to try this. Because.]

Hello?

Sep. 5th, 2015


[info]grief

public.

[His cursor is, conveniently, a blinking little bat insignia.] I didn't sign up for this.

Aug. 31st, 2015


[info]shadowbabs

babs/steph/batman/robin

[Public as Barbara G.]

I don't care what anyone says, early Halloween decorations are the best.

[Stephanie B.]

Are you still in the cape and cowl?

[Batman & Robin]

There's a couple officers in Gotham that are willing to work with you two. Only you two. [A list of about five on the level officers. None of them especially high ranking.] I've been in contact with them as Barbara Gordon and have let them know that they can count on you for assistance. You should ask the same of them, to build trust.

As you can see, most of them have been demoted or taken off jobs because they're not working for any mobs, so we're still a long way from putting a bat signal up. [...] My dad was like one of these officers when he was younger and he made a difference. It's a start, even if it's a small one.

[info]genes

[Public.]

What is a "Red Hood"? A gang?

Aug. 24th, 2015


[info]genes

[public.]

[As "Superboy." Yep, really.]

This is how the Justice League keeps tabs on us now?

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