Doors

[He waits. And waits. And then he sees this, and thinks maybe, just maybe, she remembers. It still takes him a while to actually convince himself to contact her, and even longer to progress it beyond endless cursor blinking.]

[locked to selina k.]

I Do you This is a terrible [...] Hello.

ETA: [locked to eddie n.]

What do you want done with your security?

[text to wren h.]

So. I ran into Adam.

[locked to max m.]

You're right. Not worrying just isn't me.

[locked to jack c.]

Hey. [...] Sorry about [...] everything. How're you feeling?

[locked to matt o.]

Has she gone quiet?

[comm to eddie n.]

[During Bruce's post, right after Eddie comments the breakdowns on the clinics, etc. She's Spoiler'd on a rooftop near midtown, where the highest buildings are. Beep, beeeep, beep. When he picks up, teasing warmth:] Look at you still playing tactician.

[comm to bruce w.]

[After this. Beeeep beep beep insistent beep!! until he picks up.]

[locked to batfam/JL/+]

For those of you not already aware, the water supply was dosed with a drug cocktail which altered our perceptions. What you've experienced during the past week, the low crime rate and even certain aspects of your own lives, were not real. With the drugs intercepted and the water now clear, the effects should wear off entirely within a day or so. We're coordinating with the police and emergency workers to ensure minimal casualties, as some of you might have noticed the spike in recent suicides. Coming down from this affects everyone differently. Your help is appreciated.

Jonathan Crane was responsible. As far as I'm aware he hasn't left Arkham, which means he'll attempt to maintain control. I'm going in after him, but I only need one or two of you along for backup. The priority is the city.

[Tuesday, around the time of a certain couple's momentary disappearance. Still from the abandoned office building, curled up on a torn and half-unstuffed couch, Muerte feels something shiver through Gotham. There's still enough of the supernatural left to her that she's sensitive to something going on. It turns her stomach for just a second, and she frowns as she looks toward the broken window, almost expecting to see something, but nothing's there.

Exactly a minute later it happens again, and the second time is worse. The city shudders around her and leaves her gasping and digging her fingers into the sad cushion underneath herself. It takes her a bit to recover from that one, and she looks toward the window again. More long minutes pass while she works up the energy to unfold from the couch and make her way over, peering out at the city through the glassless frame. The city is as quiet as it ever gets, no sirens or shouting in response to what felt (to her) like an earthquake. Fingers digging into the sill for a while, she finally makes her way back to the couch and her journal. Her name stubbornly remains Em when she writes, and it shows up public.]

Gotham, did anyone else feel that? Earthquake, maybe? [After a few replies that say no one else felt anything, she crosses it out, though it's still visible, as are the comments.]

[After this.]

[Getting to the zoo with the girls had been a little tiring, and she was hoping Dr. Banner would come through with a place to stay after, maybe some painkillers and something to take the edge off. But that was a concern for later. Just then, she was sitting atop the lion keeper's house, wondering what the zoo really looked like. She saw well-fed animals, and she saw grass that was so green it brightened up the Gotham night. The animals, slumbering in their enclosures, were healthy and hale. She wondered if that, too, was a lie. She was dressed in red and black, her cape lined with bright yellow (or so she thought), goggles atop her head and a whip low against her hips. And she wondered, not for the first time, if this was a very bad idea.]

[Public, Gotham & open to anyone with a comm/journal]

[Gotham's Peace Department falls first. And, let's face it, that doesn't take very long at all. Pheromones and handcuffs, and the little keepers of the peace are all trussed naked at their desks by 10:15 p.m. Their little squad cars are all flat and empty, and the phones ring and ring and no one can answer them.

Why? Good question.

Maybe it has something to do with Gotham Bank, and the fact that three women emptied it out, while leaving more naked cops in their trail? Or maybe it's the trussed up workers at the museum, the ones vowing their love to plants while some precious artifacts are gone, gone? Or maybe it's the three very, very wealthy Gotham families that just lost some very, very old jewels, and who are covered in hyena slobber?

Or, and this is the most likely, maybe it's the zoning office, where the plans for the demolition of one of Gotham's last natural habitats is being planned? After all, the place is going up into the Gotham night like fireworks.

And anyone who turns on the comms? They can hear three very familiar voices. The girls are broadcasting on all channels, and they're just getting started. Oh, and they're helpfully setting themselves to transcribe to the journals. They're sweet that way.]

[As Bruce B, after this, but BEFORE Loki's post and Avengers meet up. What's time?]

[Locked to Tony S]

Selina's stitches were infected, she was sick, I'm handling it. She'll be okay.



[Locked to Bruce W/Luke H]

Selina was ill, she came over this side for a little while. She'll be back when I'm convinced she'll be all right. What is going on over there?

[Comm to Stephanie Brown]

[pingpingpingpingpingpingpngpign]

[Private to Bruce W.]

Dark Knight.

[Luke H]

How's that gorgeous baby of yours?

[Post-this.]

[locked to harley q.]

[The cursor blinks and blinks and blinks. Then:] Harley.

[batfam+]

[Oh, so carefully.] Are you all still well?

[locked to selina k.]

[After his doctor calls to inform him of Selina's absence.]

Where are you?

[Shortly after her conversation with Evie, and after she leaves the church without waiting for her. Sorry, Evie!]

[Text to Luke H]
Hi.

[As Harvey Dent, during Gothoptia.]

I always knew Gotham could count on itself to prevail.

[After talking to Evie and Max.]

Luke. How are you feeling?

[Locked to Luke H. & Batman both.]

Well?

[Public Post from a giddy Bo....lol]

Fucking love Saturdays, its gorgeous outside, I've been super productive. Made Breakfast, destroyed some 12 year olds on CoD, made Sangria, baked a pie, took the dog to the dog park, braided Apple Jack's tail to a six year old's exact specifications. Only had to give the swear jar five bucks so far.

I'm on a fucking roll, and its not even lunch time yet.

[After Death's been through to Gotham at least once.]

[Tights Cupid]
I tried the S'mores! They made me sick and I threw up, but I think they were good. What else should I try?


[Bruce W]
Have you ever had S'mores?


[Sam A]
If you're feeling bad today at all, you should try some S'mores. I just had them for the first time! :) [There is actually a tiny drawing of a smiley face.]

Hi, Max. Jack's going to be fine, so don't kill him, okay?

[After crossing back through, fuzzy timeline, but still during Gothtopia.]

[Text to Luke H]
Hi.

So that thing on the end table by the window wasn't expensive, was it?