[So Tim has spent the last day beating up the Joker, finding out his girlfriend let herself be killed, and antagonized dangerous people. His life is awesome. Which means dear God it sucks and he wants to beat a punching bag until it breaks. So.]

I fought with the Joker. Kill the witch hunt before it starts.

[Private to Dick]

Can we talk?

[Private to Kirk]

Do you know she let him kill her?

[Private to Martha]

...My nose is broken. Are you busy?

[Tim has had quite a few painkillers. Later, he'll miss having his injuries treated in a cave, where he can't make a stoned fool of himself. He's still in the infirmary, so spam is totally a possibility here.] God, my cheek is killing me. [Probably because you keep touching it, Tim. He's gingerly rubbing that fractured cheekbone.]

So those, uh. Uhhh the animals. That stopped? Back to normal and everything, right? What the hell was that about? I mean. I mean, man am I glad I didn't turn into something. [And he's going to dissolve into snickering for a moment before he realizes that hurts, too. His free hand is holding his ribs.]

Wilson! What the hell was that? Do you have any, I mean any idea how much you weighed?

A lot. If you didn't.

...Who helped me when I came back? I don't think I know you. Her. You.

[And now Tim futzes with the computer a bit, which shakes the camera around some until he can obsessively feed his paranoia by making sure all his private notes are actually private.]

( Privates to: Murphy, Nygma, Cissie, Shego, Crane, Ruby, Joker, and Sylar )

My computer was hackedDon't call my name
Don't call my name Alejandro
I'm not your babe
I'm not your babe Fernando And whoever did it was goodDon't wanna kiss don't wanna touch
Just smoke my cigarette and hush
Don't call my name
Don't call my name Roberto because I'm goodShe's not broken
She's just a baby
But her boyfriend's like a dad just like a dad
and all those flames that burned before him
Now he's gotta firefight gonna cool the bad and I haven't been able to fix it yetYou know that I love you boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
How can you loose

SomehowAle-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro this isn't the worst April Fool's everI'm not your babe
I'm not your babe Fernando eitherDon't wanna kiss don't wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette more At least there are no clownsDon't call my name How the hell did this happenYou know that I love you boy
Hot like Mexico rejoice I don't think Oracle could have don a better jobAt this point I gotta choose
nothing to loose

(((So Tim's laptop now replaces punctuation with Lady Gaga. This time, Alejandro. Because lol. I know this is probably hard as hell to read, but if you look at it on his main page, it's clearer; the actual text of the post stands out against the italics. Strikes aren't readable!)))

I've heard about the rioting going on in your Gotham; it got me thinking. Things have gone downhill here. Has your Joker left town, recently?