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[maces]

[In the kitchen, Shayera's sitting at the table with a glass of some alien looking drink in front of her. Grub free of course. Flipping through the journal, she takes a swig and dictates.]December is the month for love and joy and peace on Earth or whatever planet you're from. We're being forced to celebrate this by wearing frills, lace and

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[isthenight]

[ was lurking about nearby so he answers in person, coming out of the shadow behind her. ]

There's always the gym, if you really want to hit something.

[ Was that an offer to spar sometime? Why, yes. Yes, that was. ]

[maces]

[So not surprised.]

We'll see.

[isthenight]

Is that too boring for your tastes?

[ eyebrow raise. Come on, Shayera. He's the Goddamn Batman! He's exciting, right? ]

[maces]

[Have one in return, Bruce!]

There's extra padding and a distinct lack of broken glass about. [Sarcasm. She has it.]