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Crap. Again!?

( Joker )

I think it's time to clean this place up. There's been garbage piling up for weeks now and it needs to get taken out.

Fuck it. Fuck it. FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT.

I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you can just take it. Burn the place down, shit- hell if I care.

Have at it.

And go to hell.

You frickin' sick bastard.

( Private to Bruce and Dick )

( Private to Babs )

I seriously hope there's someone out tonight I can beat up.

Once upon a time, there were these... kids. These kids named Billy and Amanda.

Now, y'see, Billy and Amanda were hungry. Nobody fed 'em, nobody paid 'em any attention- and it was all very, very tear-jerking. So, one day, this... magical clown came to town to turn Billy and Amanda's frowns into buckets of little smiles and happy rainbows. The magical clown invited 'em to play a game.

This clown- he really liked to play these games, and Billy and Amanda loved the idea SO much, they decided that they'd give in and follow the magical clown and play the game he'd made especially for them. Because these kids? They were special little angels. The kind that needed their cream cheese served on clouds and their halos polished by sparkling cherubs.

But Billy and Amanda didn't realize that the magical clown had led them into rush hour!

That was the end of little curly-topped Billy and pigtailed Amanda. Oh, but there's a moral, kiddies, a good moral with magical twists and turns. And whoever can figure it out'll get a special prize.

One that doesn't involve headlights and blood so thick ya can't wash it out of your suit. And you can trust me- I'm a man of my word.

Well, it's certainly no Gotham City, but New York has its perks.

Although I'm curious to know how I ended up here when I'm supposed to be snug in my bed in Wayne Manor.

So... no Gotham, Metropolis, Keystone, Central, Key, or Fawcett cities...

Which alternate universe did I end up in this time?

Good Morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Are you sitting comfortably????

I have something of a suggestion to make.

In light of recent events-- it would seem I have a solution. Something we should all... consider before the world ends amass Global Warming or Overpopulation.

It looks a little something like this:
EXHIBIT A:



Well, whaddya think? Yes, no? Questions, comments? Ideas?

Whoever thinks it is okay to yell out in ecstasy at four o'clock in the morning-

Bravo. Aim a bit higher for some of those crescendos, but as erotic opera stylings go, I give you a 6 out of 10. And I'm a tougher judge than Russia in any major figure skating competition.

Someone just asked me for my call number. He gets points for being ballsy, but...call number? Really?

For future reference, if you're going to try and use library-themed pick up lines, please be a little more creative. I think I can speak for most librarians when I say that we'll appreciate the effort put into it.

Well, this certainly isn't Gotham.

I've definitely been submerged in the archives for too long. I just find it all so fascinating (well...repairing the books isn't, but I found a first edition from the late 18th century and that is what had me so intrigued) and then I look at the time and it's midnight and I realize that no one thoroughly searched the archives before shutting down the library for the night. But don't worry, Patience and Fortitude kept me safe in all their scary library lion glory.

Okay... I've been kidnapped, brainwashed, turned into a toad, and switched bodies with Kid Flash, but this is a new one. How did I end up in a completely different city, and why is Information telling me Gotham doesn't exist?

I've been stuck in the archives all day. And as much as I love book repairing and making sure that the old brittle books at the public library don't fall apart when someone touches them, archival work gets very tedious after a while. Ugh, I need a drink. Maybe two or more.

Any takers?

The Gotham library was getting too small. I feel like I can really stretch my abilities here. And the public library here has so much to soak in. I'm ready to get started.