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[batghoul]

WHO: The Batfamily, and friends of the Batfamily!
WHERE: Cass and Charlie's house.
WHEN: Christmas Eve
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: It's Christmas, so that means another Bat-get-together.
FORMAT: whatever you want

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THE LIVING ROOM

[batghoul]

[the meal is over, so that meals lounging around or exchanging gifts or whatever totally normal and functional families are supposed to do]

[open!]

[batmantled]

[ Dick's rocking a jaunty Santa hat and chilling out in front of the television. It's A Christmas Story or nothing, kids. ]

[batghoul]

[Your Santa hat is nothing compared to Cass's horrible Christmas sweater! She'd found it among some of the stuff Steph had left behind, and it's truly a sight to behold: bright red, with Rudolf on the front and some kind of sparkly fake-jewel for his nose. And all kinds of glitter to simulate snow.]

I haven't seen this.

[batmantled]

[ Somehow fashion disasters tend to go hand in hand with holidays in this family. He'll make room for her on the sofa without even really glancing at what's she's wearing. ]

You need to. Definitely right now.

[batghoul]

[Cass will plop down next to him, feeling a little worn out from all the festivities anyway. All this socializing was waaaay harder than fighting, in her opinion.]

That kid... wants a gun for Christmas?

[batmantled]

Yeah. Good old wholesome family values. [ He's grinning when he says it. The socializing's been pretty great for him, momentary downtime notwithstanding. ]

There's a point though, I swear. You'll like it.

[undeadsidekick]

[Think fast, Dick, there's a terribly wrapped Christmas gift flying at your head.

Oh, and also Jason's taking a seat on the couch, totally taking up more room than is strictly necessary.]

I think this movie was playing when I went to sleep last night.

[batmantled]

[ Well there’s a sudden proximity he wasn’t expecting. He grabs for the present pretty much on instinct, then works at not tensing while he turns it over and looks for a tag. ]

Am I gonna want to hear the end of this story or is that my cue to bow out?

[ Not that he really has plans to either way. He turns the gift over again and then shakes it a little dubiously. Really, what. ]

...What’s this?

[undeadsidekick]

[He makes a little bit of a face.]

There's no story. And it's a gift. Generally you open those.

[Granted it's a terrible gift, but uhh.]

[batmantled]

[ Bomb-in-a-box would be a little subtle for Jason's style. Whatever reason he has for being here, it isn't that.

He tears the paper off and holds the tube socks up at eye level. ...Welp. ] For me?

[ Don't mind him, he'll just... toe off the too-formal shoes he's wearing, and then those ugly, pea green, argyle socks. Off goes the plastic wrap, and on go a brand new, clean, white set. ]

You shouldn't have.

[undeadsidekick]

I didn't. Jess went shopping and I don't like that kind.

[There's an utterly flat expression on Jason's face, so if he's joking or lying it'll be a little hard to tell.]

[batmantled]

[ Well whether he'd walked right into that opening intentionally or not, it only seems fair not to let it slip by. ]

Who's the girl?

[undeadsidekick]

A friend. Sort of.

[That's all the information Dick will be getting for now.]

[batmantled]

And she's here with you on Christmas Day... [ There's a question mark hovering there. ]

[undeadsidekick]

I don't have many friends. Jeez.

[Seriously, Dick, way to bring the conversation down.]

[batmantled]

But she's one of them.