Doors

[Comm to Stephanie Brown]

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[Private to Bruce W.]

Dark Knight.

[Locked to Graham R]
where were you yesterday fucking midday?

[Locked to Amelia T]
breathing, Picasso?

[Locked to Tess A]
stick with Sam, yeah?

[Shortly after this.]

[She had the door propped open to one of the Kyle Foundation labs. The place specialized in medical research, and she figured it would make the good doctor feel right at home. To her, the lab looked spotless, white and metal and the perpetual smell of antiseptic. Outside the windows, the sky was clear and blue and untouched by pollution.

In reality, the lab was a filthy drug warehouse, and some old medical equipment mouldered in the corners from the days when it was still a lab. The windows were grimy, and the air outside was smog and dull sunlight. She was sitting in a broken-down chair in the shadows, staring at that stupid lamp that Eddie had made her look at.]

[Clementine M]

Is this what extremely safe looks like? Or did you suddenly become the star of a telenovella whilst I was preoccupied elsewhere?

[Graham R]

Do you know anything about the trouble Clementine appears to be in up to her neck?

[Public]

The teenage misery has taken a respite break from giving me a headache; is this cause for celebration, or to be treated with suspicion?

[Tony S]

'He just led the charge to make all superheroes get registered by the government as weapons of mass destruction, whether they liked it or not'

Let's pretend for five minutes this is even in the realm of possibility. What the hell happens in the future and how can we make it not happen? That isn't the Tony I know.

[Public]

If given the opportunity, would you read ahead to your own ending?

What does one need do to get proper accommodations on Midgard? There isn't so much as a book to pass the time with. I think even your native prisoners are better treated.

Any sign of Ash?