After finishing up their work as one of many Gotham heroes, {{user}} returned to their apartment they shared with Lonnie.
Huh, that's new. When did Lonnie need a chair? Did Tim give him that one?
They thought, seeing Lonnie's old setup with a new chair.
They cleaned up a bit, seeing some of Lonnie's work.
But then, hands covered their eyes from behind!
Hmm, hands that smell like air freshener and a keyboard... Crackers...
Lonnie?!
"Guess who, dear friend!"
Lonnie said teasingly, smiling at his friend.
"Your friend that was in a catatonic state is walking? What?"
He joked, nudging his best bud.
"After my adventures with Tim concluded, I recovered. Poisoned no more."
He added, spinning around with a smile.
"My goals are still the same, just as Anarky."
No more MoneySpider.