Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at.
Oh my friends, how excited am I? I have been planning all week for just this evening and finally, finally, it is here.
I know, isn’t it rude to not extend invitations to ALL friends? I need to have a word with Batman about that. He loves to exclude ME from all his little tête-à-têtes.
So it’s divine comedy I tell you that his dearest friend, that ole Gordon has invited ME to meet him. Oh Batman, how does it feel now to be so excluded?
Now, now, it’s not a *proper* party, as one would expect. No, no. You see, I have this, acquaintance who stopped by to tell me that the dear Commissioner was desperate to see me. Oh, I do love when someone is desperate. And who am I to refuse such desperation?
And this acquaintance, well, shall I say former? He was all too happy to share this news with me, after we had a little red wine of course.
What do you they say? A little red, and a little dead? Or is it wine is fine, but mutilation is divine? It doesn't matter, really. The important part is that I have procured my invitation to a little party of two. It seems that Gordon is favoring rooftop gatherings these days, and my friend was so kind to provide an address, right before he had to leave us.
I am sure Batman will be jealous. I imagine HE isn’t doing anything tonight. Oh how sad, the little Batty has no one to play with!
So certain am I that the Commissioner and I will hit it off that I am going to bring him a little present. Because as you all know, it is polite to always bring a gift to a party.
Strychnine and red wine, they do go so well together. Bitter on bitter is so sublime!
Lonely, party of one, lonely...party of one. Your table is now available!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
J.


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