[Calm and clinical, the man speaking seems to be doing so primarily to himself, at first.]4:24 PM Eastern time, what appears to be New York. Resting pulse at roughly 80 beats per minute. Transition of memory seamless. Pupils normal-sized, reaction times typical. I'm not discernibly drugged or delusional, but it would make more overall sense if I ( Read more... )

[ The camera feed is unsteady -- as if the communicator is being held carelessly. The noises around are the sounds of disorder and mass panic and anguish and torture: scurrying feet, screaming, labored breathing, random gunfire, things crashing and breaking ( Read more... )

--and this just in.

[ A pleasant generic news reporter stands outside a local hospital, holding a microphone to her mouth as she reads from a sheaf of papers:It seems that those who have been affected by the strange unidentified toxin that has been causing panic, hallucinations, and cardiac stress in its victims can now rest easy ( Read more... )

[Jonathan is sitting on a high backed chair, one leg pulled up, a notebook balanced in his lap and a tattered, ancient looking crow perched on the chair arm, pulling at its ratty feathers and preening itself slowly.]--Firstly, I extend my appreciation to the minders of young Jonathan, though I regret that my memory of events is ...somewhat lacking ( Read more... )

[Young Jon is sitting on a park bench, dressed only in his little sweatervest and pants, and his breath is visible in the air, in mid-sentence]--is the Network. Everybody is insane, I mean legally and criminally and generally insane.

[pause; shivers. He doesn't look like he's had much sleep.]...or maybe I'm the only one. Still trying to figure ( Read more... )

[click, brief running silence]

I'll just wait until you're finished baring your chemically "love"-induced mental disorders for the entire Network to see, shall I.

[another pause, deep exhale]

Does anyone want to discuss something other than this ludicrous holiday?

[ooc; being dragged away from the computer! back in a while]

[the sound runs in silence for a few moments, recording hissing static and the occasional clatter and bump before the voice picks up suddenly]

Now it shows plainly to you, I hope. There is no justice, no law, no morality - only fear. Those who inspire it gain control of others ( Read more... )

[the screen switches on to grainy night-time outdoors, an empty street. There's erratic breathing near the mic, and the sounds of feathers ruffling as the camera records jumpy progress to a door, a barren hallway, and stairs]

...hhnnnn...nnnh.

[indistinct mumbling, then suddenly, clearly]

One for sorrow ( Read more... )

[click, rustle rustle]

So much to do as of late... so many interesting case studies to track. Meetings to arrange. And the work, obviously, I mustn't... won't forget that. I've almost been too busy to miss Gotham.

[clears throat]

...Dear City. What does the term 'hero' really mean to you?

( Private: Edward Nygma - encrypted )

[soft scuffling sounds, a wheezy cough, a wet and throaty snarl, and then something slams down with force right next to the device. He sounds slurred. Drunk maybe, beat up, definitely. Six of one and half a dozen of the other.]

Don't think've it as 'nother holiday... celebrated joyfully wi'family and friends.

Think've it as another holiday ( Read more... )