Rooms

[Batfam- lock, immediately after this.]

I don't have much time, but they're talking about moving on Gordon, and the Egorov and Maroni clans are talking retaliation for their loss on a big, big scale. They're just waiting on the final death toll to crunch numbers.

Baldinotto and his wife are getting hit in the morning.

[this message is the one referenced in this log, so these are timed basically right on top of each other. And yet still fuzzy somehow.]

[Comm - Batfam (sans Damian - sry bb bird]

It's Nightwing, our punk ass baby bird has flown the coop. Keep your eyes open. I need to disarm a god damn ice bomb on Baldinotto. Let me know if anyone gets eyes on him. He left the house headed west.

[locked to john blake & jim gordon.]

The mobs are talking about moving on Gordon. Egorov and Maroni are looking for retaliation on a large scale. I don't know who the exact targets are yet but it's safe to assume that they'll go after law enforcement, anyone who's associated with [...] me.

I'm sor

ETA: [locked to eddie n.]

I want to see if the heads of families are willing to talk. Maybe I can get them to call off this Bat hunt until Damian is caught. Selina thinks it's a terrible idea. What do you think?

ETAx2: [comm to jason t.]

Beep beeeeep.

[after this]

Everyone with even a hint of black on's going to get dealt with. Too bad this couldn't have happened in summer when not everyone wears black coats.

Bad idea to be visiting Gotham now.

[The name shifts in flickers depending on who's reading it - Death, Muerte, Em]

[Batfam+]
Danger, Will Robinson. Duck and cover if you're batly because I don't want to be any busier than I currently am.


[Selina]
Ignore the fact that I know the answer, and that this question is more for you to know that I'm checking in on you and less for me to get an actual answer: Staying safe?


[Eddie]
Question marks intact?


[Helena]
Okay?


[Damian]
[A pen-press. He's her last message, and the ink pools from an incorporeal pen.] So?

[The first wave of retaliation for recent events is subtle. Nothing blows up, and no one is executed... almost.

Word spreads through the city like fire that the families (plural, all of them) are offering perpetual safety to anyone who brings the body of the Bat. The offer of safety extends to family members, old and young, and it has no expiration date. In a city like Gotham, it's better that a vault full of gold, and the bodies start coming in by midday. Men, all targeted sloppily in the streets for wearing too much black, having too many scars, whispering in corners or missing work shifts. Anything and everything makes people suspect, and knives and guns end lives throughout the city at frightening intervals. The murderers don't even care about secrecy or getting caught. Fathers, sons, daughters, mothers, all protecting their families and willing to sacrifice themselves by bringing in potential Bats.

By early afternoon, bodies of men determined not to be Batman are being wrapped in sheets and left on the docks for city officials to deal with.

As a result, the streets become more dangerous than ever, and in Gotham that's saying something.]

[Locked to Tony S]

I miss Kids understand technology from birth these days. I'm old. [After this, new message.] Tony. Help.

[Locked to Pepper P]

Hey Pepper, how are you?

[Locked to Jane F]

How are you at distractions?

[Locked to Gwen S]

Where are y [Deleted]

[Locked to Selina K and Jason T together]

are you o When Cursor blink so I know you're alive and kicking?

Who: Clem & Graham
What: A visit
Where: Her sugar daddy's building
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: Who knows!

Gotham was bad as could be. Even from inside her apartment at the top of Dick's building, she could tell the whole damn world was chaos, and she wondered if coming back here had been wise at all. But it felt real far off, all those stories down, and didn't leave the apartment any. She had a real nice place to live now, and a closet filled with designer things. Groceries came on the regular, and she was comfortable. It felt like it was hers, and it was the first thing that felt that way since Las Vegas. Sure, some folks would say she was gold digging, and her momma would be real proud, but Clem didn't think of it as gold digging. Far as she knew, Dick's daddy was rich as could be, and he wouldn't notice a little bit of money gone missing for little old her.

She'd spent two weeks sick, and she'd held off on texting Graham her address until her belly settled. But she felt real fine just then, like she'd slept a day and change, and she figured it was as good a time as any to get this done. She still had some doubts, and she missed not being able to talk to Shane about it, to suss things out with him; she didn't have a clue when she'd got used to talking to that ornery man, but she had. But Shane had told her to get herself lost, and she wasn't a woman prone to begging. She wasn't real good at forgiving, either, and she was calling that whole thing dead as doornails, unless the man groveled some, and she figured Shane wasn't the type.

Before texting Graham the address, she dressed up pretty and not a thing like Lore would wear, and she didn't worry a lick about the man maneuvering the madness that was Gotham.

Who: St. John Allerdyce and Marie-Ange Colbert
What: A pyromaniac and a precog walk into a bar...
Where: Grossest bar ever
When: Like... a month ago? Ish?
Warnings/Rating: Nothing too terrible. It's not done but no one's been sacrificed yet

( fire and whatever )

[Selina K]

So it's a mess out there

[Eddie N/Steph N - separately]

Can I get a 'I'm not wearing black' from you?

[Gwen S]

Hey. So tell me you're not visiting this door any time soon.

[Graham R]

Do me a favor. No black. For like, forever. And stay off the street after dark.

[Damian W]

Are you sick of this yet?

[ETA: Bruce W]

So I need Selina's key. Can I come get it?

[After observing the general chaos.]

It's the one time in my life when a light trench coat is more practical than a black one. And well after labor day. I'm reassured to know this place wasn't the most vivid acid flashback of my life, though.