Doors

[A few days after these shenanigans.]


I owe you a clean car.

[Left for Luke H]
[On his side of the bed, for whenever he gets back from Gotham: Je suis perdu, written out in Gus' Scrabble Jr. tiles.]

[Call to Bruce W]
[She dials Bruce's number just as she crosses the door, intentionally timing it so that he'll answer before Selina has a chance to turn around or disappear into Gotham. Ring.]

so we get free stuff with this voice in your brain thing? sweeeeet.

[As, simply, Javert. In crisp, black ink.]

Quelle folie ce que c'est? Words, not my own, appearing on the page before me. The ramblings of a madman, my fellow inspecteurs would say, yet my eyes do not deceive me. A door, between two worlds, and a key to allow passage-- it defies all logic, all explanation, mais il est vrai.

[A pause, the pooling of ink.]

I find it unacceptable that my time is limited by a man who cares little for the law, though he claims to serve it.

this is absurd i must be getting desperate

I think I read something that told me you went to see a film?