Playing Your Game

Oh friends, how glum I am today. You see, after all my revelry, and debauched prolonged holiday, heat and all, I return to the business at hand. No more wine for me, at least until Brucie-boy sees fit to bring out the good stuff. And your little friend Gordon is NO fun. He makes me pout!

You don't give me wine, and you put me in the hands of this...do-gooder?! Tsk. No way to treat an old friend, is it?

Oh Brucie, just so you know, another playboy keeps courting me. Sending me all sorts of interesting things. And perhaps I will play play play! with him instead. You wouldn't want to be number two in my dance card, would you Brucie? I know how you sensitive rich boys are.

But enough of him. Who wants to spend all their time with BORE-ing Bruce Wayne? I hear that Rachel doesn't even want you back.

It's so hum-drum, the Strom und drang of Gotham. So many little minds to twist and turn, so little time! But the summer is just starting, and I must put on my best face.

It's never easy to return to work, but as we all know, science marches on! I hear that my little games are going along swimmingly. Such good little lemmings. Find the little pictures, follow the trail. Watch the television. I love to see so many stand on their heads for so little! Makes me want to giggle with glee and happiness. Little rats in the big Gotham maze. Tee hee!

Oh and Bruce?

You cad, I haven't forgotten about your little 'ad' campaign for that certain clothier. Really, not bespoke? I know a great tailor. He'll take off all the necessary bits and pieces. Piece by lovely little skin-flecked piece! HAHAHA. Call me when Armani finds out what a FREAK you really are!

See you at the carnival. HAHAHAHAHA!

-J