I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier. A hotline straight to my bestest friend in all the world. Just think, I can call you up whenever I get bored. I think our relationship is really maturing here. The next thing you know is we'll be exchanging emails or meeting up for romantic dinners.
Message Two:
You have one missed call.
Ring, ring. I was just remembering when it first occurred to me. It was about 6 months you left mw on that rooftop back at the asylum. As the bones knitted back together, I had plenty of time to think; so how do you keep a secret from the World's Greatest Detective? Well, do you know?
It's easy. You stick it right in front of him. Right under his long pointy nose and wait.
Message Three:
I hope your doing your best here, Bats, because I've just had a horrible thought. We could both actually die here tonight. Fortunately the odds are weighted in my favour, but just imagine how you'll feel if I'm gone? It's not like you're not lonely enough, right? All that brooding. It's not good for you, you know?
Do you have someone to go home to each morning, and I don't mean that kid you drag across the rooftops, I mean someone real, someone you can talk to? I don't think you do. It's sad, isn't it? You do all this for Gotham and the only person you can rely on is ... me.
Message Four:
You have one missed call.
Hey. Been missing you. Get back to me. Laters.
You have one missed call.
Hello. I'm not sure that you got my call earlier. I'm just dying to speak to you. Call me, Bats.
You have one missed call.
Bats. Seriously. You're making me paranoid. Why aren't you answering my calls? You haven't gone and died on me have you?
You have one missed call.
Look, I know you're dead. I'm missing a group of my guys down under the tower. Guess that means you know about my guns already. Ok, I admit it. They're mine. Strange gives them to me. Ok. Can we be B.F.F's again?
You have one missed call.
Maybe it wasn't you that took out my guys. Alright then. The message I left before, you know, the one I left about the guns. You can ignore it. Just delete it.
You have one missed call.
Right. This is getting ridiculous. I've been leaving messages all night and still you haven't got back to me. Who do I need to kill to make you pick up?
You have one missed call.
At last. Hey, Bats. Where you been? I was just calling to find out how you're feeling? Are you getting the hallucinations yet? I know. It's hard to tell these days. You just never can tell if it's Scarecrow again, that little guy with the hat, my blood running through your veins or if after all this time you really are going crazy.
Message Five:
You have one missed call.
Hey, Bats. Are you ok? I'm sorry I had Harley steal your cure. You were so busy with Freeze that she didn't have time to ask. But don't worry - as soon as that little minx is back here and I've had my share, I'll save some for you.
You'll have to work for it but it will be right here waiting for you.
You probably won't believe this, but I really don't think I can sit back and watch you die. It's selfish really, but we need each other. Life would be so boring without you. Who would I talk to? Who would really understand me?
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