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The children were all nestled snug in their beds

Who: Roy Harper and loved ones.
What, When, Where: Christmas Eve at Titan's Tower. A sappy, very sappy, dream. Friends and family welcome.


The tree was ridiculous. But then, it was their first Christmas back in Titans' Tower, since they'd reunited – so it was really no use, trying to explain to Kory that she didn't have to go pluck up a Norway Spruce tall enough to rival Rockefeller Center. And then Nightwing did the wiring, and Flash strung up about sixteen billion tiny blinking lights, and of course Donna had, what, eight boxes of ornaments in storage?

Besides, it was worth all the trouble to grapple up to the ceiling, baby daughter clung to his back like a monkey, and let her stick the gold foil star on the very, very top of that tinsel-covered tree.

Now, of course, the order of the evening was to keep the small ones distracted enough that nobody snuck a peek at any presents. For Cerdian this only involved the judicious application of shiny golden baubles. For Lian, well, it was definitely time to break out the hot chocolate and picture books.

"And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap/ had just settled down for a long winter's nap." Roy yawned, like a total ham, and pretended to droop sleepily all over the girl in his lap. It made good cover for him to sneak a hand toward Santa's cookies.
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[identity profile] liberaldouche.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Thought you wanted to bore the girl to sleep, not to death," came a familiar voice from somewhere off to the side. Ollie scratched his chin while he looked around appraisingly. "Not a bad set up you kids got here though," he complimented. Well, complimented as far as praise from Ollie went.

Without another word Ollie strolled over towards him, already looking comfortable and relaxed like he was ready to make himself at home with the rest of them. Of course, Ollie hadn't always been the best family Roy had ever had, but what was Christmas without an old many with a ridiculous beard?

[identity profile] eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Just the man we were waiting for!" Roy promptly swung the little book up and around, flapping by one cover in an arc to Ollie's chest. "Reading rights, Santa! Oldest one in the room gets to do the Christmas story."

The look he turned on his mentor was as fond as any he'd given that day. Really, what was Christmas without family? All his family. Any other day of the year, and Ollie wouldn't be welcome in Titans' Tower within a half-mile radius. But what the hell, it's Christmas.

"See if you can't keep us awake."

[identity profile] datasskicksass.livejournal.com 2010-12-25 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'm sure he'll manage somehow," Remarked a familiar figure from next to her Santa-hubby, "Though I can't say it'll stay the same story he starts with."

Dinah gave them both a mostly-playful grin and followed Ollie into the Titans-Sanctum, prodding him in the side as they went, "Tell me you remembered to bring the gifts." She murmured in his ear, quirking an appraising eyebrow at him--before promptly turning and holding her arms out for a hug, "Merry Christmas, Roy. How have you been?" Refusing Dinah-hugs is a crime, Roy. Especially at Christmas. So c'mere and give mama some sugar.

[identity profile] daddyslilhero.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
Lian squirmed and giggled, trying to push him off of her. His hand inching towards the cookies escaped her notice for the moment, but good luck getting it off that plate without her realizing. "Daddy, what's a kerchief?"

[identity profile] eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
Fingertips... snagged on chocolate chips... a tiny sound escaped the cookie as it was dragged towards its inevitable doom. "Handkerchief. What people used before kleenex." Roy nuzzled Lian's hair, because why not. "Also what cowboys wear on their faces, to keep the dust out."

[identity profile] daddyslilhero.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
You've been caught, buster. "Hey! Those cookies are for Santa, not you!" She huffs with all the indignation a child her size can muster and pushes his arm away from the cookie plate. She considered his answer to her question with a small frown. "But why was she wearing one to bed, then?"

Lina ilu

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[identity profile] theotherspeedy.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I think your daddy really wants that lump of coal," said Mia to Lian, pulling the plate of cookies away from Roy's hand, and dropping a few extra marshmallows into the girl's hot chocolate. "Santa does not look kindly on swiping his goodies, Roy," she teased, giving him a poke in the arm.

She'd never really had holidays like this growing up, so this was all kind of weird and surreal to her; something you only saw on TV and never encountered in real life- like those perfectly wrapped gifts that you just had to pull a lid off of. The real life version just had to be more complicated, right?

Apparently not, because here she was, wearing little blinking LED light earrings and carrying DVDs of every Muppet Christmas special and/or movie ever made. And she felt perfectly happy doing so.

[identity profile] eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
"H-hey!" Roy made a forlorn grab for the plate, but with Lian pinning him to the ground, alack! It was already out of reach. "Santa can spare one."

God, it was good to have Mia here. Why didn't they get her up to the Tower more often? Nineties-disco earrings aside, she really did look like she belonged here.

"Or two." He gestured magnamamiously. "If you were feeling peckish."
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[identity profile] theotherspeedy.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
Mia held out the container of undecorated cookies. "Those were done up special for him. You can have the plain ones," she said. And the earrings were festive, damn it.

[identity profile] arakhnes.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
Alright, so, she didn't really expect herself to take the door down from the rooftop since that's really not what she does. And in fact, she didn't really expect to wind up in some sort of building that clearly wasn't the building she had happened to be sitting on to begin with. Since this isn't... New York. Well, the view out the windows said that.

She could be wrong though.

Either way, she was somewhere that wasn't her lonely, snow-covered rooftop of New York, spidered out and... honestly, her first thought?

That was one of the biggest trees she's ever seen. Didn't that belong in the Rockefeller Center?

But, okay. Focus. There were... people in the room that she was standing at the entrance at. Around the tree. Having some sort of Christmas card-esque moment and it was honestly one of the sweetest things she had ever seen (and her heart grew three sizes that day). After all, look at how happy Roy was... with who must clearly be his daughter. And here she was... standing at the doorway. In her ridiculous spider-costume with the mask down and certainly wondering if she should turn around and try to find that door she came through. Because she definitely took a wrong turn off that rooftop... (She was probably going to ruin a moment.)

[identity profile] eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
Ah-ha, but too late. Roy caught sight of the girl in the spider-spandex, and wouldn't you know it? Not only was she not the only one in costume, her costume wasn't even the weirdest of the bunch.

"Jess!!" He rolled halfway back from where he sat, plucked Lian off his lap and set her to guard the cookies (with a kiss on her forehead and a "be right back, sweetheart.") before hopping up on bare feet to go greet the girl who...


... the girl he'd...

... where'd he meet her, again...?


By the time he's reached her it's slipped his mind; Jess is a friend and a little sister in arms, and she's welcome in his home. "Where've you been hiding yourself? You almost missed the caroling."

[identity profile] arakhnes.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a moment where everything froze when she watched him start to get off the couch, moving his daughter, and approaching her in what seemed like slow motion. (Oh my god, I'm here in my costume and my mask is down and he can figure out exactly who Spider-woman and Jessica Drew are and -- )

Honestly? None of that seemed all that important when he approached her. It was just surprising -- refreshing -- seeing how happy he was... it was kind of strange to her, really.

She paused for a second before grinning broadly, wiggling a couple of fingers in a wave. (Okay, she really didn't have the weirdest costume here. That was slightly comforting.) "Sorry I'm late. I guess you have no choice but to listen to my imitation of a cat dying."

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[identity profile] custodismundi.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
As things sometimes go... one had, perhaps, partaken in too much eggnog, and somehow ended up in a strange places in another dimension of space and time. Isn't so very troublesome when that happens...? At least there's no interdimensional space police, demanding a passport and identification, some sort of clearance and--

...In any case.

Abel Nightroad has ended up smack dab in the middle of this shindig; he's vaguely aware he's dreaming, and-- this isn't quite real, not where he belongs, but... for the life of him, he can't recall how he got here or where, exactly, he was supposed to be going. These thoughts go right out the window, however, upon sight of a familiar head of hair and the even more familiar sound of Roy's voice as he cooed over his adorable daughter.

For a moment, everything else has sort of gone out the window-- there's Abel, standing in a tower he distinctly doesn't remember entering and can't identify, smiling fondly at the scene in front of him with a little niggling pang of wistful warmth in his chest to see his friend in his own element. He knows, somewhere, this is something private-- but he's here, and he can't seem to do much about it... right?

Ahh. Roy, you big sappy Daddy. Abel knew you were a giant teddy bear.

[identity profile] eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com 2010-12-24 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Father Nightroad!" It's not long before adorable daughter of the household has been transferred to the lap of another of her adoring fanclub, and Mr. Harper, complete with lopsided Santa hat and an extra mug of 'nog, has dawdled up to greet the latest. "I was wondering if you'd ever show up."

Something in the back of his head tells him the good father was spending Christmas alone this year; some half-traced memory of a recent loss, some sadness brushed over with the haze of Christmas cheer. He takes it for granted and presses the mug into Abel's hand. (Do priests drink? They do now.)

"C'mon in. We have cookies."
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[identity profile] fiyapowaa.livejournal.com 2010-12-25 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing says "Merry Christmas" like an orange-skinned alien giving the Christmas tree an assessing look and making vague mutterings about how it could be bigger.

But don't worry, Roy. Kory is certainly content enough to sit near the base and sip hot cocoa and only wonder idly what it would taste like with mustard.

...It could taste good, you never know.

I LOVE U.

[identity profile] eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com 2010-12-25 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
It's true. Nothing really does.

Except maybe your brother-in-arms plopping down by you with the marshmallows and molasses, and maybe a little unmarked silver flask. "Can I top off your cocoa for you, Princess?" It's really only a formality, that question, as a couple marshmallows are already floating in her cocoa before he even sits down.

His mug is of course not only doused in whipped cream but also topped in an uneven coating of tiny colored sprinkles. He's spared Kory this fate, because he loves her.

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[personal profile] yeahihidmypants 2010-12-25 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
The tree... was massive. There wasn't anything else to say about the situation. Any male would feel inadequate standing beside it, in fact it made Ollie stand up a bit straighter in comparison.

"Impressive greenery display, Roy."

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"Yeah, you know, I kinda felt like it goes with my tailfeathers when I get to strutting around." He punched Ollie in the shoulder, and then promptly dropped an oversized Santa hat on the other man's head. To match his own, of course. "Merry Christmas, Ollie."

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[personal profile] iamdamnloyal 2010-12-25 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Harmony had no clue where she was. It felt like a movie where suddenly you were somewhere else and you hadn't exactly seen the transition from one scene to the other. It was entirely confusing, but still... really pretty.

The tree was decorated, and not that sort of tacky decoration where you're wondering if they bought-out the whole aisle of lights and small reindeer ornaments, this was really tasteful and just homey feeling.

"Hello??" Harmony called out, mostly out of curiosity to see who she was going to find here.

[identity profile] eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com 2010-12-25 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Harmonyyy!!" Leaning out over the kitchen counter was one (1) sharpshooting redhead, surrounded at fair distance by a wide assortment of eccentric friendly types. "Heyyy, c'mon in! You're just in time. We're plugging in the tree!"

Roy disappeared into the kitchen for another minute, but emerged a second time with a steaming mug of 'nog for his friend. A round of teasing might've been audible - ("Another one, Roy?" "And for Christmas!" "Think she's passed the Lian test yet?") - but he paid the good-natured ribbing absolutely no mind.

"For the eighth time." he informed Harmony frankly, handing her her mug. "Damn thing keeps blowing the fuse."

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ENCOUNTER

[identity profile] eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com 2010-12-25 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
The thing that emerged from the lower reaches of the Hudson was big enough to dwarf the Statue of Liberty, and sheets of water shook from its red, slick-furred skin as it rose. It opened tiny, beady black eyes set deep in a ruddy, apple-cheeked face, and uttered a bellow that could shatter windows.

"HO, HO, HOOOOO----------!!"

On the last great roar, a giant green laser shot forth from Santazilla's gaping maw and clipped the needle of the Empire State. It left sparkles in its wake, glittering fragments that drifted to earth like giant flecks of snow.

And there, on a tiny island set further into the bay, Arsenal stood atop Titans' Tower with his nearest and dearest at his side. He didn't even have to ask to say it.

"Titans, Together!!"



[Go nuts! This is a COMPLETELY silly manifest of Roy's classically-trained heroing mind, and therefore obeys neither physics nor simple logic. Feel free to NPC it and DO WHAT YOU WILL! Just remember, what's important is the power of ~teamwork~!]
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[identity profile] liberaldouche.livejournal.com 2010-12-25 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Before anyone had the chance to say 'only people below the age for 40' Ollie had an arrow out of his quiver and notched. It always paid to come prepared, and while Ollie wasn't always prepared, it didn't mean he wasn't ready for this.

"Can't let you kids have all the fun," he said smugly, coming to stand next to Roy.

[identity profile] daddyslilhero.livejournal.com 2010-12-25 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
Red Dart stood beside her daddy, all dolled up in her Speedy outfit and wielding her own little bow and quiver. What Christmas in the Harper house would ever be complete without having to take down an appropriately-themed villain?

And of course, this being dream logic, the tiny girl actually knows how to use her miniature weapons.

YEEEEAH

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[identity profile] forgedinbattle.livejournal.com 2010-12-25 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
Xena has no idea how she got here, but frankly that's the furthest thing from her mind at the moment.

This may be the cutest scene that she has ever witnessed. She's too uncertain to step right up and announce herself, but she's definitely smiling. A lot. Roy deserves this.

[identity profile] eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com 2010-12-25 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
Roy had paused in the Christmas reading to refill hot chocolate, when he looked up and suddenly there she was.

"... Xena." His voice went a little funny, as voices do when they catch on your own breath. And he stood, a scruffy dad beneath a sparkling tree, and offered the best smile in return he's got.

"Glad you could make it."
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