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Right, so I signed up for school. I'm not sure how different it is going to be here. I'll be a good little soldier and march my way there like Bruce always forced me.

It is still so strange to be in a place with so many familiar faces yet they aren't the people I know. I guess I also owe Dick an apology for calling him a crazy bastard that followed in the Joker's footsteps.

... the hell?

( Bruce )

ETA: I need a fucking drink.

( Private to Bruce and Dick )

( Private to Babs )

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

When one does not know what it is, then it is something; but when one knows what it is, then it is nothing.

I am that and that is what I am. So what am I? Come on kids! Work those synapses.

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.

. . . Huh.

This...this isn't Gotham.

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.

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?