Doors

[locked to batbabies and kara z.]

How's everyone doing after the party?

[locked to eddie n.]

I think I'm going to teach Bandit to ride on Matilda's back while standing up.

[Written in the early morning hours Tuesday. The handwriting is a messy scrawl, legible, but barely so.]

Mom didn't tell me how to deal with the monsters in my head. Under the bed? Got it. In my head? Can't throw a shoe at that.

Is it morning yet?

[Public as Dexter M.]

word to the wise, don't fucking try to keep these kids from their doors. just woke up with a bloody hand and split open forehead. fuck.

[Public as Tim D.]

So people can go into other doors too? How does that work?



[Locked to Bruce Wayne]

Hey.

[In a jagged, toothy script.]

A virtuoso of who, between teacup yellow'd teeth and grimace. I ask you not how or why or what or where. It is a when; could it be otherwise? Yes, but you do not know that.