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[Public: Posted Anon]

Uh, Superman?

[Bruce B - From Sharon C]

Hi, Bruce.

[Gwen S - From Sharon C]

Gwen? Are you still here?

[Peggy C - From Sharon C]

Hello, Aunt Peggy.

They look like... Little tools.

[Picture.]

Who: Red Robin & Superboy
What: After the rescue work
Where: Hospital rooftop.
When: Late, late at night.
Warnings: None likely.


[It had been a long day. A long night. Every spittle, slow drip bit of time all in between was blood, bodies, broken bones, screaming, dirt, and rubble. This was just like Cataclysm all over again, and it felt as overwhelming as it had the first time a massive earthquake demolished Gotham. Tim didn't do helpless well, his mode became kind of robotic as he scavenged for the living with the help of of Superboy, who hurried the survivors to hospitals both in Gotham and around the surrounding cities. He performed CPR on dozens of people, he pried rubble and granite loose from trapped bodies until blood ran from the tears in his black gloves. He told each and every person that it was going to be alright, but he wasn't sure that he believed it. In the times in between, the spare ones when he was able to draw a breath and think for a second about anything outside of an adrenalized moment, he thought about Stephanie. He thought about his stepmom. He thought about how tired he was of losing people. Every. Damn. Time. This is what Gotham had become for Tim, a mass grave.

It was late when most of the rescue work was finished or under control. His comm had gone fuzzy, busted due to his altercation with Damian when Tim had taken a hard kick to the head. Facial contusions beneath that domino mask? Highly likely. Concussion? Potential. Largest concern? The rumbling in his stomach. Tim's face hurt, and his body hurt, his freaking heart hurt as he stood on the roof of Gotham General Hospital and watched so much of the city burn. It would take days to put out the fires completely. He was out of touch with everyone with his comm down, and he didn't know what to think while he looked out over the skyline. Even when he'd packed up to France for all those years, he'd never felt so alone.]

[Maybe written on the private luxury jet that's whisking her across the country, the absolute opposite of being in Gotham a couple of hours prior.]

[Eddie N]

Keep a hold of that generator and satellite. I'll be back in Gotham Sunday evening. I forgot I had some business meetings this weekend.

[Conner K]

Hey I didn't want to leave You let me know if I'm needed over there, okay? No one in Gotham knows how to ask for help. I'll find a door and pop back as quick as I can. Otherwise, I'll be back on Sunday. Keep me updated?

[Public]

I'll be on QWERTY Live this Saturday, for those of you that keep up with video games. We're going to be talking about the evolution of FPS and then I'm going to destroy these boys in GoldenEye.

[He has no idea how his phone has managed to reappear, spotless, amid the rubble he's still trapped beneath, but he doesn't question it. It's inconsequential. He calculates the time he was out, roughly, from the blood around him, how it has coagulated. Dazed, uncomprehending, he tries for a lock and fails.]

Barbara joker his body

[BatComm]
[Dick, Steph, Tim, Donna, Superboy, Jason.]

[Gravely, even if she's clearly trying to sound conversational:] Everyone say hi to our new computer helper, Donna. She's at my rig, so if you need intel, ask her. Donna? We'll come up with a cool superhero name for you later.

I'm at the location Damian sent me. I have Joker's body. Death by strangulation, no doubt Damian's work. [...] The entrance to the underground tunnel has been opened and since there's fresh prints and disturbed dust, I think it was recent. I think he went down there. [...] Who's here? Who can help out?

[Vigilante Group lock]
[Jason, Dick, Tim, Stephanie (and then after some thought) Superboy]

I know what happened to Damian. I need help finding him. Do we all have comms?

So are we going to go find a psycho's bombs, or just sit around talking about them? Because campus security doesn't seem too excited to turn bomb squad.

[After Conner loses it and puts his fist through one of the outdoor speakers above the dorm entrance. There's also a trail of multicolored glitter a mile wide that leads up to his door.]

I hate it here.

[Public]

[After she's dropped back off at the dorm mid-morning in a big black sedan that's filled with some scary looking dudes.]

Is there any way to lower the volume on that laughing?

Also, does anyone have a microwave in their dorm room I can borrow? I only need it for ten minutes or so.

And why do you only crave orange juice immediately after brushing your teeth? It's like my brain is waging war on my taste buds.

Who: Anyone who wishes to attend
What: A reluctant party
Where: Wayne Manor grounds (Exterior. The Batcave is inaccessible, and the Manor is locked to non-thieves and non-family.)
When: During the Gotham age-down plot
Warnings/Rating: This is a group log. Please place locations in headers, and use warnings where required.

Crowded, the party was upscale. College kids littered the grounds of Wayne Manor, but the decor was still the best Gotham had to offer, despite the relative youth of the attendants. The front steps were lantern-lit, and the stone landing and fountain circle were the center of the festivities for the evening. From the landing, a DJ played college hits, and there were two white tents erected for dancing. Around the twinkle-lit fountain, there was a well-stocked bar and an opulent buffet, and someone had even ordered an ice-sculpture swan to glitter in the lantern lights. Only the best booze, only the most expensive hor d'oeuvres, and it was a Gotham charity gala in miniature.

The doors to the big house were locked tight, but the grounds were unguarded (save for a certain inaccessible Batcave). Beyond the verdant and unlit field, a gamekeeper's house sat locked, and the stables housed a horse or two, empty stalls and impressive hay stacks. The greenhouse was warm, even in the evening, the day's heat still holding onto leaves and blooms. All around the property, the largely-untamed gardens were barely lit and perfect for slipping away, benches and trees and shrubs to hide behind. Early in the evening, and they were already crowded, the gardens, with pawing teenagers two-bottles deep.

Beyond the gardens, trees grew tall and eclipsed the moon and stars, and the loud music from the party barely carried there, where the canopy shut out the world.

[After retrieving the poor cow and securing her safe in his dorm room with appropriate food and far away from the disturbing devices of bored college students and their knives (though he leaves the knife taped to the wall...):]

That is not funny.

[Public minus Flash T]

[ETA: After this and this.]

Campus security isn't picking up. Anyone else have any ideas for dealing with a weirdo stalker?

Misunderstanding. Carry on.

Can we please deal with the cow now?

So there's definitely no need for Frosh Week to become Frosh Month, right? Is the green body paint still super necessary?

Also, totally unrelated, but the ridiculous abundance of abandoned frat houses on campus have got to be begging for some kind of party. I mean, just an observation. Definitely not insinuating anything. (Nothing to see here, campus security.)

Hey GU freshmen, there's a leak from the guys' showers seeping out into the hallway. Might want to put your stuff up on a chair or something.

[SITUATION UPDATE: One And Two.

One shower head is bent flat to halt the flow of water. Until it is entirely replaced, the stall is out of order. Conner takes his mattress outside to dry on the stairs.]

[Bruce W.]
[Delivered to Bruce after a particularly boring board meeting. A super cool toy.]

[Muerte]

A seance is a good idea for a date, right?

[Donna C.]

I need help with something necromancy related. Won't you accompany me to Halloween Town?

[Public]

You know, DC Comics don't sell in this Marvel Universe. No love for grit and darkness, it seems.

[His cursor is, conveniently, a blinking little bat insignia.] I didn't sign up for this.

[Public as Barbara G.]

I don't care what anyone says, early Halloween decorations are the best.

[Stephanie B.]

Are you still in the cape and cowl?

[Batman & Robin]

There's a couple officers in Gotham that are willing to work with you two. Only you two. [A list of about five on the level officers. None of them especially high ranking.] I've been in contact with them as Barbara Gordon and have let them know that they can count on you for assistance. You should ask the same of them, to build trust.

As you can see, most of them have been demoted or taken off jobs because they're not working for any mobs, so we're still a long way from putting a bat signal up. [...] My dad was like one of these officers when he was younger and he made a difference. It's a start, even if it's a small one.

What is a "Red Hood"? A gang?

[A scuffle outside a cheap motel at the edge of the business district results in six men in the hospital and a Cadillac buried in the side of a building. Interviewed witnesses claim it was Superman "on his day off."]