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[Batfam +]

This Gotham has the same sociological structure of the one my dad used to tell me about circa 1980's. Has it always been this way? How am I supposed to

[All of it (including comments) is deleted after talking to Stephanie.]

[Public as Anon.]
[After realizing all her friends outside of the bat fam went poof:]

Single white female looking for a friend. 20's. Likes hipster music. Can pretend to like mainstream stuff, too.

It may only be 63 degrees, but I don't care. Sun's out. Guns out.

[Excluding Helena, because he has no memory of her.]

So Bruce is gone. I'm going to be the Bat in his place for a while, just to keep anybody from getting too relaxed. No doubt he'll be back any minute, and I can throw the suit back at him when he is.

[Text to Stephanie B.]
[Completely unaware of this Billy Joel reference.]

Hey, I'm here!

[She sends a picture of Batgirl giving the thumbs up while upsidedown in front of the bat computer.]

This place was cake to break into. The security hasn't been updated in like months.

[After this, and oblivious to Deathly matters.]

[Locked to Eddie N]
He's gone. [Cursor.] Isn't he?

[Locked to Jason T]
Jay? Time to suit up.

[Locked to "Em"]
Are you hiding from me?

[Locked to Babs G]
[After talking to Jason] Does the little redhead have a minute for the kitty cat?

[As Cindy M]

I hope I didn't miss the welcoming basket. Muffins. Wine. Maybe some cheese. Yeah, that woulda been nice.

[Private to Jason T.]

So, what do you do for fun around here? I bet it's still shoot evil dudes in the kneecaps, right? Nailed it.

[Public as Barbara G.]

Please tell me there's a Sailor Moon door.

[Private to Dick G.]

[Her phone number and a little Batgirl emoticon.]

[locked to eddie n.]

Hey, you. Can I ask you something?

[public.]

Dreams. Weird ones, or even nightmares. What do you do to try to deal with them?

[It was an unusual thing, going from having a baby to having a teenager in a blink of an eye. Thankfully, though, Babs was quick on her feet. New universe, new timeline, a new dad, a new daughter was something she could roll with. After the shock wore off (and admittedly it was a nearly daily thing, walking in every morning to look for a baby Lucy and finding a much older Lucy in her stead) Babs took it in stride. It was nice having someone around the Clocktower, even someone who insisted that they get their nails done.

Still being around someone from the future (and she doubted it would ever stop sounding ridiculous) was giving her much to think about. She promised herself she wouldn’t press for answers. There were things better left unknown, she knew that. Had read enough and seen enough science (and fiction) to know that. But still Babs kept wondering, and as she stood in the kitchen, ready to make dinner, she spun on her heel and turned her attention back to her teenaged daughter.] Let me ask you something.

Thanks for all the grapes, whoever you are. I'm not sure I even put a dent in them, but I sure tried.

[Max M]

Can I come see Gus and Lia?

[Barbara G]

Okay...How'd it go? The Valentine? I'm your Cupid. My name is Evie.

[Did someone say rich kid heaven? It's good to be the Mayor's son?]

Oh my God I totally just laid waste to these idiots from Metropolis in some kind of luxury sedan.

[Stephanie wakes up to her mom making waffles. Which isn't a complete surprise, but it's still pleasant. What is a surprise is her borderline amnesia. Steph asks about Dad, about home, about a number of things, but comes up zilch. It's unnerving, but she tries to make the best of it. What's really unnerving? Gotham. It doesn't feel completely right.]

[public.]

[X-posted to SPOILER ALERT.]

I feel like I just woke up from a bad hangover and I can't place what happened last night.

[locked to eddie n.]

[A couple of blinks.] Hey. Thanks.

[locked to spoiler cupid.]

I missed having homemade food. Thanks.

Yeah, Happy Valentine's Day. Good job, Cupid.

[Eddie N]

I'm waiting to hear your crappy music in the Watchtower.

Let's just say you drove your grandpa's car after he told you, maybe, that you shouldn't drive his limited edition Lamborghini. Because, maybe, you wanted to impress this guy, right? Because that's what people do.

And just say, maybe, maybe you might have scratched the paint. Maybe. Can you fix that with a Sharpie? Some nail polish? Or should I just go full psycho, drive the thing off the bridge, bail out, and let it sink to the bottom of the river?

Also, what happened to Gotham? I mean, Gotham has always been super weird, but why is Grandpa the mayor? Why is everyone hitting on me when I go out to get coffee? Don't get me wrong, I'm super hot, but usually this doesn't happen to me.

[Get your parenting advice straight from the horse's mouth, kids.

You want to know if you screwed up raising your kid? There is one sure way to find out.

At 12:01 AM on 14 February 2015, until 12:00 Midnight on 21 February, Barbara Gordon and Dick Grayson are the proud parents of their little girl - Lucy Adelaide Barbara Gordon Grayson - All. Grown. Up.

Infant to Teenager overnight. Even her bedroom transforms into that of her grown self. Both of them. Her bedroom at Wayne Manor, which is attached to Dick's en suite. Her bedroom at the Clocktower, all are changed. Preparing for the arrival of Hurricane Lucy at all locations.

18 years old, posters on the wall, clothes on the floor, and the wish from Dad now on a charm bracelet.]

[The first part of the wish is easy: in Lucy's nursery, with nothing else disturbed, is a stack of every Playstation system, console and handheld, through the Playstation 4. The second part is a little trickier because magic isn't really the Anon's forte. But he is compelled to try, and so in Lucy's crib is a little protective charm. If it is kept on Lucy's person somehow, it keeps the wearer from physical harm. The Anon leaves a note in excellent penmanship explaining the object to Barbara.

Happy Valentine's Day!]

[X-posted to the blog SPOILER ALERT. As Spoiler, after trying to see if this is actually her Gotham and trolling around the journals.]

PROS:
Hot bath on deck.
DVR full of Gotham Heights.

CONS:
Free house but no one to invite.
Nothing in the fridge.
Might have to go back to school?
Mom is MIA.

TBD:
No sign of dad?
No assassins either?

So, situation may or may not be dire. But at least it looks like there isn't 200,000 bucks on my head, so like, that's a plus.

[Locked: Barbara G]

Hello there.

Gotham City has gotten rather quiet as of late. Has everyone fun gone away?