Batman never calls me anymore

Hello and Hello Again,

If you’re here then you must be a Friend, and oh, I do have so very many of those.

And then there is Batman, but we’ll get back to him.

I am giddy and over-the-moon to be writing this for you all. I bought a computer with the intent of blowing it up into tiny little pieces (why are there no purple computers?) until I thought better of it. There is a fabulous party in progress out here in cyberspace, and it’s been going on without me, if you can even imagine that.

Speaking of parties…

Batman, you cad (told you I’d get back to him). I passed you in an alley and you barely spoke, not to mention the unsightly dents that my car sustained from whatever it was that you accidentally threw at it. You really must rein in that temper of yours.

As if that wasn’t hurtful enough, you had one of your very exclusive rooftop seminars with Good Ole Gordon and you seemed miffed when I arrived. Surely my invitation to this meeting got lost in the mail. That effete alliance needs a bit of intellectual spark, don’t you agree?

But enough of that, my dear readers. The true purpose of this endeavor is to counteract the nasty rumors that some people like to circulate, and to give you more of what you want in its purest form: ME.

Visit often and do be careful out there, Gotham is teeming with lunatics. I should know…

Yours truly,

J.