Rooms

[Selina K]

Will you do me a favor?

[Edited: Locked to Jim G]

Hey, Detective.

Pros	Cons
Dodged Sister's High School Graduation Bullet	No Hawaii Trip, and family seems to be missing
Cats are okay	Dirty dishes still in sink (wtf?)
Have job - Dammit, Jim I'm a Doctor	This Gotham smells worse
All belongings in tact	Except missing shoe is still missing
Bruce Wayne is Mayor	Bruce Wayne is a minor
Bruce Wayne as a minor Mayor is still probably better than last five mayors combined	I think I've been kidnapped by time and space
Amazon Prime Account seems to be in order	Now have to use Amazon budget to brush up on alternate Universes
New tablet!	Suspect tablet is probably cursed

[Call to Jim Gordon's Desk Phone from the Medical Examiner's Desk Phone]

Professional Ring!

[locked to selina k. & eddie n.]

[Here, the cursor blinks for a while.] This probably won't come as a surprise, but I just wanted to let the two of you know that I'll be remaining as Mayor.

[locked to jim g.]

Detective Gordon. I was wondering if you might have time to meet.

[locked to iris m.]

I thought I'd check in, see how you're doing.

[locked to jason t.]

Do you have a moment, Jason?

[call to penny r.]

[Through official lines. From his office to her work number. Ring!]

[call to jim g. at the GCPD]

[Ring, ring!]

[public]

[After inspecting the Iceberg Lounge and after flipping through the book multiple times and trying very hard not to get weirded out, instead of words comes a flyer pasted onto the pages of his journal. A flyer for the Iceberg Lounge, of course, advertising new management and a special on drinks.]

( Email to Jim Gordon from PRoss@waynefoundation.org )

[On Valentine's Day, things change in Gotham, and the changes will remain in effect for two weeks, until February 28th, when the wishes of Holly Robinson, Jim Gordon, Hal Jordan and Bruce Wayne fade.

When Bruce wakes up - just him - the city he lives in has changed. First off? Bruce Wayne is the mayor and has been for a number of years - re-election campaigns are being planned already. The city, the GCPD and the administration, they're good and they're clean. Good men with morals and a compass are the boys in blue and the mob? They never existed. And for the rest of Gotham? It's been that way for years. Unfortunately? Without the mobs, the traditional villains of Gotham are back. And without some form of mob-run camaraderie the fissures between the rich and the poor in Gotham are wider than ever. GCPD has to clean up all kinds of rich-fueled fun sprees, the aftermath of drugs and high-speed car races on Gotham's roads and of course, the sex trade is alive and well, and doesn't have a tightly-run mob network to keep women safe.

Everyone unaffected by magic and by doors, they think this is how Gotham is, how it has always been. Everyone else is aware something is not right. And Gotham is very good at staying how it is. It's not going to last long.

And there's something else.

Just like Bruce, the other citizens of Gotham are experiencing new things too. Heightened levels of debauchery and the urge to indulge. Nothing non-consensual, and they can certainly control themselves, but there's a definite lowering of sexual inhibitions in the air, a desire to throw sexual caution to the wind. There's also a very, very compelling desire to declare affection and love for others, even where the was reluctance in the past. And it's coupled with a need to spend time with those people, often to the exclusion of all else.]

Okay, big man, how about you crack a smile and we do this before the hotel turns the knob another notch on my wish anxiety?

So we get floods here, instead of proper snow? Can we trade? I'm putting in a trade request.

[Street Steam Anon]

I worked out what I'm wishing for.

Tell me about it, stud.

[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.

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

[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.

[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.

Who: Joker & Gordon to start, others to follow
What: Well, hello
Where: Joker's place
When: Now
Warnings: Violence, immediately and inevitably.


( Beyond the industrial district )

[Bruce W and Jim G]

Do you need any help down there, Jim?

[After a disturbing commercial airs.]

Who the hell was that?

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.

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 )

[Babs was quickly becoming used to having strange roommates on the fly. She guessed it wasn’t a bad thing and in truth, it could be worse. Having your now younger father show up in your home took a little getting used to but she managed well enough, she thought. She mostly left him alone. Between checking on everyone and getting her own check ups, she spent less time at the tower than she otherwise would have.

As she stepped through the door in the afternoon, her hands busy with a grocery bag, she looked around. Her place was spacious, to say the least and with several rooms, it wasn’t too surprising that she couldn’t see him. She bit back the reflexive ‘Dad’ and called out instead:] Jim? [The door closed with a slight nudge of her hip and her boots echoing as she made her way to the kitchen, shrugging off her coat and scarf as she walked.]

[After he sees this.]

Okay, who's trying to steal my thunder?