PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

This may sound ridiculously mundane in a city like this, but here it is: My team has a temporary holding facility and as soon as I finish about thirty of the final run-throughs, it's going to be open for use to the rest of the vigilante (or whatever you prefer to call yourselves) population of the city. Unfortunately not everything here can be turned to dust or sent back to hell, and --surprise, surprise-- the humans we catch are relatively breakout savy. Gotta love our luck and how it follows us from 'verse to 'verse.

Let's not even go into the legality of this, alright?

[as oracle]

[Bat-Family]
March 3rd, Bruce's penthouse, 6:30pm. We're having dinner.

Terry, you're starting school on Monday and Helena, there's an opening at his school teaching if you want it. I can have fake papers done up by Sunday.

[Helena]
And it would please me immensely if you wanted to take it and keep an eye on the kid during the day.

You noticed, he's using the name Nightwing now?

Did you ever work on something. One thing for ages and ages only to eventually work out its pointless and not what you thought it was in the first place. I think its a bloody hairdryer.

[Jack]

Are you purposefully trying to drive me mad now or can you just let me have it for an hour. I have some new theories and I just need want to see. Won't even so much as look at Gwen and you can even supervise?

Just an hour.

[Owen]

...Do you have the security codes, the ones Jack won't give me?

I'm tired of reading the news. It's supposed to be an educational way for me to learn more about the world, but all I keep hearing about is people who die and I don't wanna read about that anymore.

I watched a sport where men ran around in tights and jumped all over each other the other day. Really stupid, it was.

Love is: having your son spit up all over your favourite Led Zeppelin tee, but failing to actually get upset about it because when you come back from putting the shirt in the laundry he's fallen asleep on the bed and happens to look more adorable than he ever has before, so you end up napping with him and when you wake up, you've completely forgotten about the entire thing.

Sometimes this place isn't so bad.

It doesn't feel right. All these things happened with her, she had all these memories, and now she's suddenly not aware of anything that's happened here? Does anything ever work out with her the right way? One second she's slipping off to pick up a second identity, the next she's jumping back in with memory loss. She doesn't even remember Doomsday and that's pretty...I don't know how to feel about that.

Seriously, people. The "oh your name is Lavender, so you must wear that colour all the time," stopped being cute when I was five.

Honestly, would it kill some of you to be more original?