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Hello, Mr. Wayne? It's Max.

SEND DICK PICS

[ followed by a series of eggplant emojis ]

Bruce? [ He hesitates; he'd rehearsed this, but it's still not easy. ] I hate to have to ask, but — have you been able to get in contact with any of the others?

Mr. Wayne? It's Angela Ziegler from the swear-in last month.

I- [There's a slight pause.] This is going to sound so incredibly unprofessional.

You mentioned that Wayne Enterprise has a medical department. I was wondering if there would be any chance that I could perhaps apply for a position? I'd offer my resume but I don't think my references would check, different world and let's just ignore the fact that they probably aren't even born yet.

Thank you for your time regardless.

[Bruce receives a special delivery, the first is a handwritten letter. If one didn't know any better they might just mistake it for a love letter. It's been spritzed with a very nice cologne and there are doodles of hearts all over the letter.

It simply reads:]

You have my thanks.

Yours,
Loki Laufeyson.

[Along with the letter is a book entitled: A Children's Guide to the Nine Realms. The book was written by Loki and it is autographed.

You are welcome.]

[There. Took some sifting through the list and some help from her screenreader, but--]

Bruce? It's Cassandra. Are you there?

Bruce. Where do you want to talk?

By the way, Ace is finally off the ceiling, if you even care.

[After all, it's technically not his dog.]

I never got the chance to tell you more!

Which was probably the point but that's what texting is for. Usually we're good for dinner on the weekends because then I can help my Mom with dinner. So come by any weekend! I promise we're good cooks so it's like a double whammy of quality time and good food.

Okay that's all I wanted to say. Bye!

[ Hey B, there's something off about one of your bats. Or rather, something on one of your bats. A thin red cord wraps a tiny scrap of paper around the animal's foot. Might take a little fussing to get it off, but the note reads: ]

Thanks for the water
and not calling the cops
- P

Hello, this message is for Bruce Wayne.

[The voice on the phone sounds young, and tired, and just a tad uncertain about this whole thing. She doesn't really trust corporations but what other choice does she have here?]

My name is Shelke Rui, I was...recently imported. Your company was suggested to me as possibly being able to assist in the recreation of a substance from my world.

[There's a brief pause.]

It is a...somewhat urgent request. Please call me back if you can.

I don't care what you think you know about us. Keep that name out of your mouth.

Okay usually I'd try to catch you in person, but you're a busy man. I know that this isn't my place, but it's gotten a little ridiculous now. Every so often I'll see that you're...hurt (probably the best word to use) in some way. I'm not going to pry (any more than I already have in this message), but I am going to offer my services as a doctor should you ever need it. No questions asked. Angela

[On Christmas, Bruce gets a little delivery. It's nothing big -- just a coffee cup with a bag of coffee beans inside.]

I wasn't sure if I should be getting you anything, but 'tis the season, right? Merry Christmas! I'm pretty sure Dick's gonna be spending some time at home before going out again, so feel free to come say hey if you want.

-Jaime

[On Christmas Terry leaves a (admittedly poorly) wrapped present on the console of the Bat Computer. On top is a small card that reads:]

What do you get the guy who pretty much literally owns everything? No one's made a musical about you here, so I guess this will have to do.

Something you haven't created. Yet.

Yes, I made these myself. And yes, they work.

[In the corner of the note, small and hastily written, Terry adds:]

(Still, you might want to double check the spring releases. Those are tricky.)

[The whole thing is signed with a red bat symbol.

Inside are a set of 5 batarangs from his world. True to the note, he's made them himself, so they're a little on the crude side design-wise, though it's clear from the craftsmanship he tried to make them as perfect as possible, and that it's a skill he's been working on for a while now. Still, the edges aren't totally smooth and the red paint job on the top of the bat wings could be cleaner. Thankfully, the springs work perfectly, as a flick of the wrist is all it takes to pop the wings open. The weight is off slightly but not enough to make them veer from where they're thrown.]

[ Perhaps it's a bit old-fashioned, but the message arrives for Bruce via mockingbird. Sealed closed by a wax mockingbird sigil, the letter is hand-written in careful cursive. ]

Dear, Mr. Wayne -

We have not spoken before, but my name is Petyr Baelish. I serve as the ambassador for Maurtia Falls. I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.

For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is books, money, or simply your time. There will be many volunteer programs in place once the library is up and running.

I thank you for reading, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.

Sincerely,
Ambassador Petyr Baelish

[ OOC: You can feel free to just respond to this OOCly if he would donate anything or not! ]

Hey there's a guy with a knife trying to mug me, do you want to come punch him or whatever?

Is your company hiring?

I have something for you and your imPocreat research.

Hi, it's John Watson. I just wanted to let you know I caught Jonathan Crane hanging around his old practice a while back. I just found out the receptionist who was working that day has been signed off with stress.

[ Skeets, unlike Ted, was generally fairly good at keeping to himself. He had papers to grade and built-in wi-fi.

However, he also casually felt the need to take care of his roommates so right now he's making sure they're getting fed.

In his little robot arms he's carrying a plate with a sandwich he made. ]

Mr. Wayne?

HEY, BRO. CROBAT KEEPS PINING FOR THOSE WEIRD CAPE BABIES YOU MADE. CAN YOU COME OVER AND LET HIM GET IT OUT HIS SYSTEM OR SOMETHING? IT'S EITHER THAT OR HE'LL GET BITEY. NEITHER OF US WANT THAT.

I know what you have been doing.

hey whats your company policy on strippergrams in the office

you hurt my slutty merman friend's feelings

Hey, sorry I know you're busy but there's something really wrong with Inanna. Wrong like in that dream wrong. I think they're going to get hurt or get someone hurt.
Please, you said you could stop us, right?

[voice; set after their conversation]

text; for Bruce Wayne

voice

Voicemail

And for all of that ice cream!

voice, not long after...whenever she arrived

voice; encrypted

TEXT | FROM BLUE BEETLE | SHORTLY AFTER BATDISAPPEARANCE

Backdated to 10/25

Voicemail, 11/17

11/25- text

Text

DELIVERY

Super belated Christmas gift

Letter!

[text, early in the night, before bars close]

Text

Text ; Batman line

for batman

Action

FOR BAMHAM