Okay. So something's happened. I'm thinking either a) I died a while back and this is Purgatory (set in NYC, of all places) or something like that, b) I'm having a really fucked up dream, c) I'm free, or d) Mojo's a lot more powerful than any of us realized and this is stage two of his weird kidnapping thing.
Speaking of, anyone find that name familiar? Mojo. He's a bad dude. How 'bout Batman? Robin? Superman? Flash? Anything? No?
If any of you know me, I'd totally appreciate you reporting to me. I'm so fucking confused right now. My hair's not right and my face is different and maybe I've just finally snapped, who knows?
You should remember me, if you're here. I've been something like three... four months without a Bruce that remembers me. It sucks and is lame and you need to know me. So your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to say, "Oh hi, Carrie. I've missed you. Let's go kick some big bad ass!"
I know I talk a lot, so you don't need to tell me that I'm a chatterbox. But I could probably forgive you a nickname this once in celebration of the fact that you exist here.