Most people scoff at the idea of a real Santa Claus. There simply is no way that an immortal elderly-appearing fat-man could travel the world in one night, giving gifts to good boys and girls all over the planet in a flying sleigh pulled by reindeer... and that's even before one considers the difficulties in spying on all the children of the world ( Read more... )

International espionage... not Kathy's usual problem to deal with, to be honest. She could call the other Morrigan -- Roxy and Hawkgirl -- but this seems to need a degree of subtlety that, unfortunately, the other two don't manage well.

Of course, the obvious solution stares her in the face. This is in Gotham. There's someone well known for his ( Read more... )

It's not often that Kathy gets back to Gotham. First of all, even after working to disassemble her father's business, there's just too much going on for her to be entirely safe here. But that doesn't bother her too much.

At least she hasn't run into Batman yet.

But she has run into an old friend... an old friend behaving very strangely. She ( Read more... )

"I swear -" She's sore, tired, and wants a bath. "If this is yet another false alarm..."

Well, she doesn't know what exactly she'll do, but it will be something, damnit! She thought Gotham was frustrating most nights. Okay, Gotham was worse, but St. Roch was like Venice without the charm - a younger, sneakier, slightly stupider Venice with all ( Read more... )

They do this a few times a year. Normal citizens - the unenlightened - in all cities that there is a church dedicated to the wisdom of Brother Blood, and even some which don't, get their doors knocked on -

Well before noon.

With the new information from her encounter with the King of Hobos, Kendra sent a message to the team. They needed to meet and compare notes. She had good information for Roxy to work on and they needed to plan for the various powers they would be facing.

She's in the Aerie pacing. Her helmet and mace are sitting in a chair nearby.

There is some debate within mystical circles if there is indeed such a creature as the embodiment of Christmas Giving known as Santa Claus. But whether or not there is such a being, the spirit of giving itself is very real, be it incarnated in a fat man in a red suit or not ( Read more... )

Today, Jack is in civvies, keeping an eye on the Yangtze in the most entertaining way he can imagine - with a couple of the local high roller lovelies on his arm, dice in hand, and plenty of spending money ( Read more... )

Thorne is done. Finished. Imprisoned and dead to rights ( Read more... )

No sign of Hawkman? Bad ( Read more... )