Doors

[Phone call to Shailee]

Ring, ring.

[Locked to Liam R.]

How are you feeling back in Vegas?

[Locked to Ronan]

Doing okay?

Its Tuesday, where are you rainbow cream puff?

I assume you already heard about Max's missing niece?

[locked to damian w.]

Watching two of your kids argue over Roar vs. Applause until they're fist fighting makes me really remember I'm living the dream.

[locked to riddler.]

[As Batgirl.] Falcone party's going down tonight.

[public.]
[Also as Batgirl.] We couldn't go with purple, Gotham? I thought we had an agreement.

[Delivered to Joey A]
[Keys to a Willows two-bedroom, paid for six months, along with a standing tab at the Black Bear Diner down the road.]

[Post-Cat.]

[Locked to Max M]
Ignore him. Ignore the fucking fuck out of him. Jesus Christ.

[Locked to Neil D]
Girl, I need to forward Sam's shit from your fancy-ass place to her protection bro. You chill with that?

ETA: [Locked to Ella D]
Girl, I fucking outed you to your sister and I'm sorry.

[Locked to Rachel K]

Is it normal to feel a bit of anxiety over this business of going through the door for the first time? Because I simply can't bring myself to do it.

I've taken a taxi to the hotel four different times, twice with the same driver, only to turn around and return home immediately without even getting out of the vehicle. I'm afraid I'm starting to get a reputation.

[As promised it's pooooooorple this time. Tuesday, early, Kyle's gets completely splashed, of course, though one of these things is not like the others. Because the schools around Gotham are the real target! The buildings are all turned bright violet, and the children and teachers inside are all soaked through with the new little blend of LuthorCorp's BETA aerosolized X-K Supesblend™ - certain to make adults hover for a full hour! But adults aren't children, and the weight ratio is offfffffff. All of Gotham's pooooorple kiddies are flying around the city by lunch! Oops! But don't worry, mommies and daddies, they'll be down by bedtime (assuming they don't get owied along the way)!]

[Public]

[A photograph. Not taped in; scanned. Not digital, it's grainy if you scroll in closely enough, fingerprints on gloss. It's an angle, the camera almost ground level. The bottom right hand quadrant is old stone - as old as Vegas gets and an ornate looping gate with a lock. The building next door is glass and steel, it reaches beyond the stretch of the photograph but the sky and a faint film of cloud is reflected in the uppermost window.]


[Wren H]

[Sent to the same address as the camera. Two keys, with a paper label attached. The larger labelled 'door' and the smaller 'chemicals'. Wrapped around them, a folded piece of paper. Written, 'developer won't hurt you. Books are on the shelf. Borrow what you like.']


[Louis A]

[Late; circa two am.]

Did you sleep. In the end?

[As Lex L.]

I like the new color, Gotham.

[At around ten o clock on Monday, a man wraps his car around a lightpost just a few blocks from the strip. Cell phone video of the incident hits the internet within a few hours. The man stumbles from his car, and becomes agitated, insisting that one of the first responding officers on the scene 'Isn't helping, isn't doing anything.' The driver then abruptly decks the officer and pulls a gun from his pocket. When two backup officers approach, guns drawn, he drops his weapon. He's thrown to the ground and cuffed, then dragged into an ambulance, still speaking incoherently.

Charges of driving under the influence are swiftly cleared by blood tests. The suspect receives preliminary care, and when it is determined that he is suffering from no serious injuries from the crash or subsequent events, he is taken into mental health observation.]