Rooms

[After a disturbing commercial airs.]

Who the hell was that?

[Graham R]

Did she help you pick it out?

[Stephanie N]

For real?

[Eddie N]

That jacket is the shit.

[Bruce W]

Who's Nancy?

[Selina K]

How much are your cats going to hate me if I bring someone home?

[Locked to Selina K]

[Post-stocking.]

I think you forgot something.

Yes, there will be a dinner on Thursday, and I'm putting a setting for all of you.

Happy Christmas.

[Edited: Private to Gordon]
In case you missed this, Officer Gordon, you are to be part of Christmas. Try not to be shocked by how old I am, thank you.

[Edited AGAIN: Private to Holly R.]
Miss Holly, I do not believe we've met, but a little cat whispered in my ear that you're a friend of the family. It'd be my pleasure if you'd consider joining us for Christmas dinner.

[call to eddie n.]

[Ring, ring late at night.]

[locked to selina k.]

Hi, kitty cat.

[locked to holly r.]

How you doing, kiddo?

Who: Detective Jim Gordon and a ~thief
What: Gotham streets being Gotham streets.
When: Recently
Warnings: N/A!

( She ducked into one of the bodegas, the kind open all hours and with the crappy mirrors that anyone who knew where to look could avoid )

[locked to helena w.]

You weren't at Helena?

[locked to selina k.]

She didn't come.

[locked to holly r.]

[Blink. Blink.] I wanted to apologize.

[locked to harley q.]

Hello, Harley.

GIRD YOUR LOINS....

Darcy's back, and you're gonna be in trouble...(hey la)

Seriously though, this crap is still weird.

[Private to Holly R]

Holly, how are you doing?

[As Jim G]

[Major pen press.

Eventually, testing, scrawled:] Gordon.

[Helena W]

He said you were

[Jason T/Dick G: collectively]

So I know both of you were kind of important. And I thought maybe someone needed to check in and be told how not okay it was.

[Gwen S]

Hey.

[Graham R]

Hi.

[Nashtons plural]

Why didn't

[Constantine]

Did you mean it?

[As Micah C]

It's been quite some time, hasn't it?

Who: Holly Robinson & Selina Kyle
What: Bad news spreads fast
When: Day after Damiangate, fuzzy timelines
Where: Selina's apartment

( She didn't know Death had paid a visit, when she'd dozed with a lap full of fuzzy cat and she didn't know you couldn't cheat Her all the time, or you lost.  )

Who: Poison Ivy & Holly Robinson
What: Holly wanders into the wrong abandoned building, gets offered a place to stay.
Where: Gotham Botanical Gardens
When: Vagueish, basically while the disappearances are happening in Gotham.
Warnings: None.

( If you want to come, I'll take you back in... )

[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.

[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?

[Graham could have lived out the rest of his life in Gotham (no telling how long that'd be in a place like this) and never gone near a rooftop. Superheroes, vigilantes, whatever the hell they were called, they could get up high and do their thing. He was fine right here on the ground. But he'd agreed to this anyway, and it was nothing short of insanity. Or maybe it was just a lack of anything else to do. Zombies had been hell but at least he'd had a purpose there. Here? Aside from Shane and Clem (which he'd managed go go and fuck up all by himself, maybe) he didn't have much of anything. What else did he have to do with his time, wander around a big old mansion and get drunk? Wasn't all that interesting after the first few times.

The girl, Holly, seemed nice enough. Pushy, a self-proclaimed troublemaker and just a kid, but not the type to push him off a roof. Graham waited on the corner, Bleaker and Old Street, at five minutes to eight. Jeans, a t-shirt and a black hoodie, because those rich people clothes just weren't his thing. He'd been keeping up with the news and knew all about the dead cops, the mobsters, the crazy Batman, but since he didn't fall into any of those categories he figured he was safe.]

Hey. Over the hotel thing yet?

[Barbara G.]
[As promised, giant antlers stolen from Gaston's tavern are delivered to the Clocktower. The attached note only has a green question mark.]

[Sara L.]

Did Hal recruit you, yet? I need your help with something. Also, how badly do you want to know your fate on the Arrow show? I've been catching up and [...] well.

[Holly R.]

Keep an eye out for a woman dressed like a librarian in the part of town where no one reads.

[Public]

63. You got buzzed on 63. Which one are you?

And the guy who didn't find a single thing he liked, life any better when you're not at a party?

[[Selina K]

Did it rock or did it suck?

[Gwen S/Darcy L/Peter P/'Mouse': the pancake crowd]

Obligatory check that no one in another door died either.