Doors

[Private to Bruce B.]

I'm leaving town for a month or so. I need to find the particles be I've got a lot to think about and I'd rather not be around my robotics lab while I do it.

[After more than a week of not hearing from him, Nick is concerned. He sent text messages throughout the week, called multiple times, but to no avail. Finally, after stopping by Alex's apartment to find no one, he tries calling one more time.]

[call to alexander p.]

Ring, ring!

[Locked to Jules S.]

It's been a while.

[Locked to Tristan M]
Boss, you as good hacking into shit as you are with the rest of your machinery?

[Locked to Anton S]
So, do we think Iris is going to move into the body of some old butler? Because we're totally pulling a rescue mission if she tries it.

[From Anton S to Louis D]

Have you talked to Sam and/or Iris recently, Louis? And also, how have you been?

[Whether or not he's even supposed to have Bruce's phone number. During this.]

You know this isn't about you right?

[A forty-six year old divorcee was found dead in her home this morning by neighbors complaining of the smell. Her villa is some distance away from neighbors divided by a high wall, and the heat has kept people off the sidewalks until recently. The woman was found dead in her bathtub in a soup of blood and what eventually proved to be red hair dye, the latter harvested from her considerable stock. The public are assured that police are investigating.]

[Early this morning]

[Text to Anton S]

it's hard for me to bring you breakfast in bed for father's day when you are not, in fact, in bed.

[on the heels of this in the news.]

[Several hours after the post is made, it disappears from the journal, replaced with something else]

You are not being funny. This isn't funny. Not in the slightest!

I've been thinking about getting a guard dog, but my place is pretty small. Any recommendations on dogs that can deal with the space I can offer?

For Bruce Wanye:

[Left in the Batcave on Father's Day is an unwrapped box. Inside is a new kind of batarang that can be remote controlled by a small handheld keypad. Damian is a fan of bigger, meatier gadgets, but he made sure this one could fit on his father's utility belt. Along with it is a note:]

To father,
-Damian