Doors

[Public]
[After seeing the decorations on the satellite footage, and not knowing who is responsible. At first, just a bunch of Kryptonian symbols. Eventually, words appear.]

Why would you do this to me?

[jason t.]

[No preamble.] Why?

[clark + hal + queen]

I appreciate your assistance, but the patrols will no longer be necessary.

[batfam+]

Helena regained consciousness. Physically, she'll be fine. I thought you might like to know.

[Locked to Kal-El]
Cousin?

[Locked to Stephanie B]
Are you still angry with me?

[Locked to Kal/Supes and Ollie Q]
[After this]

We need to pick up some patrols in Gotham. Ollie, you can come, but you have to leave your government brainwashed evil twin at home.

[From Red Hood.]

Got a minute?

[Locked to Ollie Q and Bruce W just for good measure]

After hearing about this

Is my cousin currently incarcerated in Gotham City?

[As Peter K locked to Rachel K]


I leave you alone for five minutes and you're running around the journal network loving Celine Dion?

[As Clark K locked to Bruce Wayne]

My cousin has been here longer than me obviously. Do you know her well? Does anyone in your family?

Metropolis seems okay if not devoid of anyone I recognize, I'm watching all of the news about everything that's happened in Gotham and it's just terrible.

[Locked to Bruce W]

I saw something about Batman on the news, so I assume you're here. It's Clark, by the way, let me know if I can do anything.

[Call to Peter K]
[Mid-morning, to his office. Ring.]

The water off in Turnberry?

[In a very bad hand. And with a background of very loud music, if there is anyone to hear.]

Sois sage, ô ma Douleur

[the cold front in gotham has continued, and the lows are already plunging into the thirties, with the hottest days being lucky to reach fifty. the news stations are advising calm and caution, especially as the roads are winding up slick with ice in the night. suspicion has fallen on mr. freeze, last known residence being arkham city, but he hasn't surfaced and as there is no apparent epicenter to the cold, the police have been unable to find him.]

[As Christine.]

[Locked to Meg Giry]
Meg, you are there, amie?

[Locked to Raoul de Chagny]
Monsieur, I have a request that I hope you will be able to grant, if it is at all possible.

[Locked to Daniel W]
[After numbering her board.] B2 → B3.

If you see my pictures in the papers for getting into a fight, know that it's because this group of Italian assholes had it coming.

Go England.

[Locked to Loren C]
[After seeing this. No message, just a link]

[Locked to Daniel W]
Feel like letting me borrow your piano come this weekend? I promise no one will go breaking in your door. I need venting, and nothing works so good as pounding on the keys.

[As Superman.]

I'm told to ask what the metal thing sculpture is for.

[Locked to Iris R and Alfred Pennyworth.]
Time's up, baby. How about showing your pretty face so I don't have to hunt down a Gotham key?

[Delivered to Daniel W]
[Finding his address is easy enough, and the sculpture is delivered days after Simon's party. It fits into the palm, and it's smooth, pale metal worked until it's almost white, with veins of rusted red running through it. The sculpture itself is a globe, and the veins of red rise in relief against the pale steel, the dark curved lines visible beneath an even thinner layer of pale perfection. The name is etched in the base, "ribs," and the artist's mark is scrawled beneath it. It comes with no note, no explanation, and no expectation of any contact. A thank you in metal.]

[Locked to Neil D]
I'm running a special on background checks. Need any? I would send you what I've been working on but Fuck
[Not posted.]

[Locked to Damian W]
[A few comments into her conversation with Alfred.] Hey, you. Got a sec?

You would not believe how many emails I have from Perry. It is as if he doesn't know I only have twenty-four at a time to be here.

[As Catwoman.]

[Locked to Lois L]
Looking for the kitty cat, reporter?

[Locked to Superman]
There better some really good romance stories running in the Daily Planet these days, S.

[Lois L/Batman]

Where's Catwoman? She hasn't come pawing around in days. I haven't talked to her since we were all in Vegas either.

[Lois L/Clark K - work email]

To: Clark Kent (ckent@dailyplanet.com)
From: Lois Lane (llane@dailyplanet.com)
Re: there's a french fry truck parked on 4th ave and lois lane was never heard from again...

mr. kent,

there's a food truck up the street with my name all over it. are you hungry? i vote cheese fries for lunch.

yours most sincerely,

ms. lane

[And because she wants to see if she answers - Lois L/Selina K]

here kitty kitty, let me know you're alive please. i'm well beyond concerned.