In a quiet, darkened room inside Titan's Tower in San Francisco, Roy Harper is dozing off in an arm chair. Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech is lying face up on his lap.
The top of a picture sticks out of the pages like a bookmark. As he shifts, it flutters from the pages and onto the floor. Donna, Roy and Lian make funny faces into the camera that snapped the photo, one day years ago on a New York boardwalk.
Donna comes over, dressed in the old blue nightgown he found her and toting her camera. She smiles at the picture as she picks it up and then marvels at him a moment then takes a shot for her own bookmark.
So weird...Rushing into hell? No problem. Giving up thier lives as they knew them? No problem. Admitting to one another just how much a part of thier lives they have grown into over a lifetime? Terrifying...but worth it.
She takes the book out of his hands. Marks it and places it to the side. Then, she puts a blanket over his form and kisses him lightly goodnight.
Selina Kyle, Catwoman, is currently in the process of playing Santa Claus. There are presents being left in Holly's apartment, in all sorts of places. The most recent present is left on top of the TV.
Holly is asleep with Karon, the two of them a gentle tangle of arms and legs and sheets. The room smells like massage oil.
Holly isn't exactly sure what wakes her up - there's no noise, at least, nothing loud enough for her to hear - but there's something... different.
She slips quietly out of bed, pulls on an oversized T-shirt with the logo of some hockey team or something on it, and creeps into the living room, feeling a bit like Cindy-Lou Hoo.
Bette Kane is currently sitting on top of Titans Tower. Some part of her is sort of hoping to see Santa. The other part of her is trying to puzzle things out. And there is a lot to puzzle out right now.
Shayera is sitting in the driver's seat of a police car with the heat turned way up, listening to the stream of chatter from her police scanner.
She's thinking about going home and going to sleep. And wondering if she has any scotch in her apartment, or if she should make a stop at the end of her shift tonight.
He doesn't celebrate Christmas, or any other holiday really. But he owes her one. Or several.
By the time Shay gets home, there's a couple packages out front. A ready-to-cook meal, a wrapped up package in the general shape of a new sword, and a bottle of fine scotch.
Carter, however, has moved on. Too much to do tonight.
Trevor Cole is busting heads as Hotshot in Suicide Slum this early Christmas Day. He's trying to make himself feel better after recent events, and a cheery singing accompanies his patrol. "God rest ye, merry gentlemen, or else I'll kick your ass... I'm tired and it's Christmas Eve, so you'd best run 'way fast..."
Several minutes later, his voice rings out again. "I see Tommy mugging Mrs. Claus/ Underneath the streetlights to-night/ He didn't see me creep/ Down the street to have a peek/ He thought the cops were tucked up in their squad cars fast asleep-- But the dumbass didn't count on seeing me!"
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The top of a picture sticks out of the pages like a bookmark. As he shifts, it flutters from the pages and onto the floor. Donna, Roy and Lian make funny faces into the camera that snapped the photo, one day years ago on a New York boardwalk.
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So weird...Rushing into hell? No problem. Giving up thier lives as they knew them? No problem. Admitting to one another just how much a part of thier lives they have grown into over a lifetime? Terrifying...but worth it.
She takes the book out of his hands. Marks it and places it to the side. Then, she puts a blanket over his form and kisses him lightly goodnight.
"I love you, Sunshine. Merry Christmas."
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Holly isn't exactly sure what wakes her up - there's no noise, at least, nothing loud enough for her to hear - but there's something... different.
She slips quietly out of bed, pulls on an oversized T-shirt with the logo of some hockey team or something on it, and creeps into the living room, feeling a bit like Cindy-Lou Hoo.
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"Thank you, Ms. Claus." Or, um, claws. But that would just be too awful a pun to even consider using.
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She's thinking about going home and going to sleep. And wondering if she has any scotch in her apartment, or if she should make a stop at the end of her shift tonight.
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By the time Shay gets home, there's a couple packages out front. A ready-to-cook meal, a wrapped up package in the general shape of a new sword, and a bottle of fine scotch.
Carter, however, has moved on. Too much to do tonight.
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Several minutes later, his voice rings out again. "I see Tommy mugging Mrs. Claus/ Underneath the streetlights to-night/ He didn't see me creep/ Down the street to have a peek/ He thought the cops were tucked up in their squad cars fast asleep-- But the dumbass didn't count on seeing me!"
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