Rooms

Who: Dickie, then Dickie and Jason
Where: New York Wandering, then Selina's Penthouse - on the roof of course
What: Le Pout - then some bro times
When: Recently
Warnings: IDK they're boys? they probably smell and stuff.

( You can't put your arms around a memory )

[Selina K]

Will you do me a favor?

[Edited: Locked to Jim G]

Hey, Detective.

Ah the East End smells of wet garbage instead of Axe.

[Bruce W]

Can I go to Marvel this weekend?

[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.

[He really tries. He can't help the feeling that he could be friends with Hels, maybe, and he wants to grant her wish to the best of his ability. Fortunately, she's obviously no newbie to the hotel's particular brand of magic, and everything has been laid out pretty freaking clear for him.

Come Valentine's Day, the minds and memories of Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd have been wiped clean of all things Helena Wayne. Journal entries and birthday cards, old scars, everything down to the last wayward hair elastic forgotten on a bathroom counter have vanished without so much as a twinge of pain or absence. It will be as if she never existed. Her belongings in Wayne Manor are transferred to her apartment in Tokyo, the aforementioned gag orders are in place for any big mouths in Gotham who might be tempted to bring her up in conversation. Helena alone holds the power to reverse the wish wholesale, by reciting the lines from Goethe's Faust.

However, there remains the smallest possibility that any of the above may be able to regain their memories independently of Hels' wishes, should they want it bad enough.

As for Poughkeepsie? He will remember, too.]

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.

[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!]

Who: Stephie and Dickie
Where: On top of Wayne Tower
What: Oh God I don't know
When: Night time duh
Warnings: HA

( OH GOD I DON'T KNOW )

[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.

[Public]

Simply a picture of this.

Before you go to sleep, it's good to make a list of your blessings. When you wake up, you should make a list of what you want. What would your list look like?

[Bruce W, Jason T.]

Sooooo. Ivy's on her period.

[Ivy]

What on earth, is Gotham not good enough for you now?

[Fuzzy timelines, after this.]

[locked to batfam+, jim gordon.]

I tracked the Joker down to Amusement Mile. He [...] managed to escape. Quite a few of his men are still here. Most are unconscious.

[Public - Some time after this]

Fuck

What day is it? Bruce, I'll be home really quick. Why Bruce Fuck

[At this point the post abruptly cuts off - not scarily - just stops for about five minutes - Once on the other side of the door - really known only to him that he is in the exact same position as he was moments prior. Only this time in the hotel lobby.]

Fuck.

Who: Dick Grayson
Where: Miss Peregrine's!
When: A couple days after this
What: Second door to the right and straight on partying for two days?
Warnings: 19 year old Dick Grayson.

( Whenever someone's asked what power they wish they had, flying is always at the top of the list. But I have to admit. I've learned to love falling too )

[Barbara G]

Do me a favor?

[Jim G]

Hey, got a second?

[Jason T]

Are you in Marvel or at the manor?

[Alfie P]

Hi, Alfie.

[After the disastrous aftermath of the shopping trip? There wasn't anywhere to run to. Selina's place? Felt a tiny bit like betrayal and while Selina was out, and the kittens wove furry demands around her ankles, it still felt like getting gone for a little while might be a good idea. But where to was sort of the thousand dollar question. Eddie was gone, she knew that. If he'd been around? He would have been talking about the shop and etiquette and the game. Even if she didn't know how you played.

And Stephanie? Also gone. So she dumped the shopping at the loft, bags spilling jewel-bright, soft sweaters and dresses and she headed out in white over black, the sweater butter-soft on skin. It looked expensive but she wasn't and the only place she could think of going was one that was light on people and big on dumb animals.

The cottage. And getting in the grounds would have been easy if she'd called up to the house, she was pretty sure Alfred wouldn't mind giving her a pass. But that? Wasn't how she'd done things when this was a refuge, a place to visit when everything was mixed up and the boy that had lived here was the best person to talk to. He wasn't here, and she wasn't even going to think of what he'd make of all that paid-for elegance bought with his dad's credit card.

She picked the lock, way better at that habit now and she pushed inside the cottage where the stillness and the quiet and the stale smell of empty suggested maybe this wasn't such a good idea.]

[Locked Dick G/Clementine M]

Hi, Clementine. For future reference, if you want to talk about me to others, my last name is Grayson.

[Locked Dick G/Holly R]

Hey Mouth of the South Holly! [Dickie isn't leaving himself open to that one] Holly! Quit being a Yenta!

[Locked Dick G/Selina K]

It wasn't him. It was me. I don't know where the confusion came from, but it was me. The woman Holly was talking to about the night at the party was talking about me.

[After/during this.]

[locked to dick g.]

Do you remember the woman you met at the party? Clementine?

[About the same time as this]

[locked to selina k.]

Selina?

[Bruce W and Jim G]

Do you need any help down there, Jim?