Doors

[Text to Sam A, from Mississippi]

[A picture.]

Miss you, Sam.

[Locked to Chloe M]
[After a bad night and even worse afternoon.] Hey, so I know he's yours or with you now or whatever. I just wanted [...] just make sure he doesn't drown in a fucking bottle or something, yeah?

After no contact for some time and much deliberation, same message, separate locks:

[Locked to October F & March H, locked to Logan W]
Just wanted you to know since you'll f I lost my job, but I'm looking for another one.

[A small flyer goes up at the hotel. Printed on white typing paper, it's made of simple type with little flourish. An advertisement for an opening at a recently opened shop in town. Simple bookkeeping, taking appointments, phone calls, and a small amount of sales. Interested parties are encouraged to call the number at the bottom for further details. Serious inquiries only.]

[As the Red Hood.]

Pink.

[Late night Friday, Gotham PD gets painted NEON PINK. The policemen - even the dirty ones - are stripped down and pinkified. And the prisoners in holding tanks are all pinked and freed from their cages. The pens and pencils and forms and computers, PINK! Oh, and then there's the orgy. It's a little bit bigger than expected, because there was too much of LuthorCorp's new aerosolized Red K Supesblend™ - manufactured to bring out the ANIMAL in your man - in the air. WHOOPS. And the whole rutting block is naked. Indecent exposure all over the place, and plenty of time for Gotham's dirtiest little rogues to make a "killing."]

[In the midst of this. As Batwoman.]

[public.]

Okay, I can handle the pink. I'm good with pink. But the naked people? Yeah, no. Did somebody let a sex-crazed fairy loose or something?

[text to damian w.]

i found this poor guy hiding behind a trash can~ a couple of twentysomething naked guys tried to use him in their orgy. gross.