Thanksgiving at Wayne Manor

[_nightwing_]

Historically, Thanksgiving has been a mixed bag of emotions and usually an opportunity for high drama where the Bat family is concerned. There was the year they found out about Bruce's satellite, for instance. The year Selina was first in attendance at the table

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[oracle_watching]

Babs watches Mary with an indulgent smile. "She's used to this place now, isn't she?"

[_nightwing_]

He grins, and has to pause before replying as the toddler indulges herself with a loud, albeit happy, shriek.

I think she just likes the acoustics. I don't know if she's too sure about the stuffed animal heads, though...

[oracle_watching]

"I think she confuses them with her toys." She watches as Mary's hands reach for a moose head.

[_nightwing_]

So, are we drawing straws on who has to drag Bruce up here from the Cave this year?

He pauses long enough to pluck his daughter away from the decapitated moose and out of trouble before Alfred can intervene. Mary is somewhat irked by this turn of events.

[oracle_watching]

"She's wriggly today.... Peanut, stop kicking Daddy, please," comes the maternal rebuke. "I would bet on Alfred."

[_nightwing_]

A grimace as the flailing toddler's shoe finds just the right spot between his ribs. He adjusts his hold on her in an attempt to compensate, but she just wants to be put down, period.

Who put the ants in your pants today, kiddo?

"Pants!"

[oracle_watching]

"Maybe you should let her down after all."

Mary lets out a high-pitched squeal, clapping her hands to test the echo. Babs shakes her head in amusement. "This place is just a big playground to her, isn't it?"

[_nightwing_]

Fine, fine. He sets her down, wondering how long the dress they've put her in today will hold up under her special brand of abuse.

"Pants!" Mary proclaims loudly once again, tilting her head.

Great. She's found her word of the day.

[femme_du_chat]

"Pants?"

Selina makes her way toward the three of them. Mary seems to have most of her attention currently, though.

[holly_gonightly]

Trailing after her, somewhat more distracted by her surroundings, is a total stranger.

Or, wait... that's Holly. Who is still a stranger to Dick and Barbara.

And is really wondering why she agreed to come to this thing with Selina.

Suckered me in with all that 'family' talk, she all but grumbles silently to herself. Stupid best friend.

[oracle_watching]

"Pants!" Mary shouts again with a gleeful grin on her face. She stands in front of Selina with her arms raised imperiously. "Upper down!"

"Hello, Selina," says her mother. "I promise you she does say please on occasion."

"Peas!"

[femme_du_chat]

Selina crouches, happy to be asked to pick up the squirming bundle of energy. "Mmmmm. Pants. It is a good word." She stands back up with the little one, "Mary, this is my friend Holly."

Selins turns a little to the side, to present the girl to Holly, while looking toward her parents. "I thought it was time all of you meet."

[holly_gonightly]

Holly waves at Mary, then smiles at the girl's parents.

"Hi."

[oracle_watching]

"Hello." Babs extends a friendly hand. "Happy Thanksgiving. I'm Barbara Grayson. It's a pleasure to meet you."

[_nightwing_]

Dick smiles that smile that's been seen so often in the local media from the time he was a boy.

Hey. Nice to meet you, Holly. This is my wife, Barbara --

"Olly?" Mary attempts, reaching out to the young woman with a purposeful hand.

Ah... don't let our daughter bug you too much. She's at that "investigate and repeat everything" stage.

[femme_du_chat]

Selina kisses Mary on the forehead and then deftly hands the youngling over to Holly. "If you'll excuse me. I'm going to go get Bruce."