*Rolls into the room in RH gear*

Happy birthday, Bats. I figured since Pops wrote in many a journal you'd need your own version. Magical, of course. They're both spelled and will only work for you, disappearing ink and all.

Don't ask me what's in that trunk. I 'relieved' an heiress of it in Dubai. The warning burned into the plate on the back says to never open it. So, I wanna open it. Safe in the Archives though. I'm not an idiot or anything. *cheeses*

Thank you, Bats. 

Say less.

Prepare to be sick of me running around the Archives dressed like this and tumbling between bookcases and shelves.

Merry merry, Batsy. 

Merry Christmas, Batsy.

Free pass to use me for piloting to visit libraries around the world.

Nice try, but it's still your birthday today.

Just in case you go psycho, forget who you are, and attack me again.

We can't handle us together, can we really expect them to, too?