*°•𝙤-𝙤-𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖•°*

timber - dc - mcu - ravenclaw - she/her

[view-from-up-here]

[southeastsappho]

queue this post when it’s your birthday and be surprise

[chamiryokuroi]

I honestly forgot I had queued this lmao

[yuriinadress]

And a happy launch day to Tim Drake: Robin!!!!

[54prowl]

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[vonspe]

get rotated idiot

[ophelias-crazy-world]

get rotated idiot

[ramusn]

Jason is a protective brother.

I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense in the gritty and angst canon, but I like to believe Jason will give his brothers hell but will ultimately be the most protective of them.

Punching Dick? No problem.

Some random punk ass gang got a few sucker punches on his big brother and then got away?

One week later every single member is found beaten up in front a police station.

Teasing Tim for being awkward around  Bernard? A necessity.

Some dude makes a snide homophobic remark to Tim? His Tiny Robin Tim?

Nope, Jason just punches the dude on the throat.

Trolling the Demon brat? His duty as a big brother.

Damian is in a tight spot with some rogue?

Nah, Red Hood apparently just materializes in the scene and takes them out, Damian had under control? Yes, did Jason care? No.

[dreamingaboutsakuratrees]

Honestly I think Tim Drake deserves way more recognition as Robin not only for being the only person other than Bruce that Ra's Al Ghul calls detective or for being canonically the best bo staff user in the dcu, but for giving Robin fucking pants. Can you imagine demon spawn Damian running around Gotham with a katana in his hand, murder in his eyes and fucking booty shorts.

Everyone say thank you Tim Drake

edit: a shit ton of people said that Tim is not the only person called detective by Ra's. I started reading DC comics like three months ago so please leave me alone ;^;

[ghostforum]

[h-l-w]

[crowkip]

gothams sleepiest detective

[reineydraws]

🌇 dinner atop a skyscraper 🌆

(bruce and luke both spotted the drone babs sent up to take a photo of them haha)

[perpetuallyc0nfused]

In honor of that episode of Wayne family adventures here’s some Tim and Damian bonding:

- Tim once pretended to be Damian’s substitute teacher when he found out Damian was being called names at school then hacked into the system to fail the kids out of Gotham academy

- both secretly love musicals and will bond over knowing all the words to the songs by heart

- Damian has secretly trained Titus to let him know if Tim isn’t feeling well because he doesn’t trust his brother to admit to it

- Damian may get on Tim’s nerves but if anyone else insults him it’s on sight

- Tim gets exotic coffee for his birthday each year and while some people say Damian needs to be more creative, Tim secretly looks forward to his gift the most

- Damian once drew a sketch of Tim that was so good that Tim made him sign it and keeps it in a file in his room

- they will not hesitate to team up on the other siblings especially if there is food at stake

- Damian uses Tim as a ladder to reach high shelves

- tim knows how to talk Damian down when he’s overcome by anger at the world by making him hot chocolate and sitting in a corner until Damian approaches him willingly

- Damian once jumped in front of a bullet meant for Tim and Tim didn’t sleep until he woke up again and then spent 50 minutes yelling at him before sobbing in his shoulder and promising to get him those expensive watercolors he wants

Idk I love them feel free to add more if you have any ideas!

[februarys-wednesday]

i like the idea that bruce just shows up to league meetings with his birds with absolutely no explanation offered

i mean this man frequently stalks his coworkers and knows everything that's happening in their personal lives and i think he'd forget that HE is the weird one for doing it and not everybody automatically knows when he's acquired a new child

so he just shows up at the watchtower with a new bird and literally says nothing about it . just sits at his chair with the latest robin standing next to him and literally doesn't acknowledge that anything is different and it gets even more confusing when they change their costumes and names 😭

like

20-something bruce: and containing this may be a matter of-flash did you have a question

barry: uh. yeah. sorry, what is that?

20-something bruce: (glancing at 9 yr old dick who has been next to him for 45 minutes) that's robin. obviously. as i was saying,

-

early 30s bruce, who hasn't shown up with a robin for a few years, entering with a nightwing and a jason todd robin:

barry:

diana:

hal:

j'onn:

bruce: what.

hal:

hal: do you like clone them or

-

mid 30s bruce, quietly talking with a clearly-not-sixteen-years-old robin in the corner after being without one for two years:

hal:

diana:

barry:

j'onn:

clark:

bruce:

tim:

bruce: this one followed me

-

late 30s bruce zeta-beaming in with a nightwing, a slightly older robin, and an absolutely BUILT man in a red hood:

barry: did you hire a bodyguard

bruce: no.

barry: whos mr red over there

bruce: you don't remember my second one???

barry:

hal:

diana:

j'onn:

clark:

barry: did. did that one not die

jason: got better

-

later 30s bruce, quietly showing around a blonde robin:

hal:

bruce: don't ask.

hal: i didn't say anything

-

40 yr old bruce, making intense, unbroken eye contact with a black shadow:

clark, leaning over to talk to tim: what are they doing

tim, not looking up from his fancy ipad: do i look like i know that

-

red robin popping in unnanounced in the middle of a league meeting: batman is alive.

barry: who the FUCK are you???

-

batman, some minutes later, trailed by what is CLEARLY a new robin: did red robin happen to pass through here????

barry: i have several questions

-

no-longer-lost-in-the-time-stream bruce, talking to batgirl, black bat, and the signal:

hal: did you get three more.

bruce: no. just one.

hal: i shouldn't have asked, my bad

-

mid 40s bruce wayne, stepping out of the zeta tube: sorry i'm late

diana: not to worry. let's get start-

bruce: i have a few more coming behind me

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

jason: hi

cass: 👋

diana:

diana: ok should we st-

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

dick, holding damian like a scowling, sopping wet cat: bruce he's not feeling polite today

damian: HISSS

bruce: okay does he need to go back?

dick: he said he's fine but hes just not feeling polite

diana:

diana: is that the las-

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

steph: b i need a hair tie

diana:

diana: so can-

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

duke: b did i miss rolecall

diana: no, signal, you did not. let's-

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

tim: b alf is mad at you

bruce: why

hal: it's like a fucking clown car

steph: you didn't eat breakfast

tim: you didn't eat breakfast either

steph: shut.

damian: HISSSS

jason: wing. if you do not keep that brat quiet-

dick: hes a BABY!!!!!

duke: you didn't eat breakfast either, timothy

jason: hes a BITCH!!!!!

tim: who the fuck told you????

cass: :)

hal: (storming off, in tears), YOU HAVE TOO MANY CHILDREN.

[colbycheeseslice]

Under the mistletoe

[sydneymack]

Rhys and Feyre - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Artist: @/giulia_fw.arts

[weaver-z]

Uhh, hi. My name’s Holly. Yeah, I know, it’s so… Christmasy. But unlike the plastics in the school dance committee, I’m not exactly feeling warm and jolly about the winter formal. My boyfriend Darren dumped me like a stocking full of coal over Thanksgiving Break to go out with my ex-best friend, and my new crush is super-hottie football star Nicholas Mistletoe. He doesn’t even know I’m alive, and if he did, why would he want to go out with me–the daughter of Krampus? I guess it’s true what they say–holidays are Hell. *Fall Out Boy’s “Yule Shoot Your Eye Out” plays*

[weaver-z]

Holly, into her Blackberry phone: And they scheduled the winter formal for Christmas Eve. My dad expects me to hang out with him all evening at his job. What am I supposed to do?

Her quirky best friend, Chrissy Claus, on the other end of the line: Have you ever considered, like… talking to your dad about this stuff?

Holly: Your dad is literally the jolliest man alive. Mine is straight from the Fifth Circle of the underworld. Connect the dots?

Chrissy: Yeah, yeah. Look, it’s not all sugarplums and candy canes here, either. Dad gets suuuper stressed. He doesn’t even have time to listen to the carols I write. Hey, you’re still going to perform with me, right?

*Holly collides with Nick. The hot cocoa she’s carrying flies back in her face.*

Chrissy: …Holly?

Holly, strangled: Uhm… TTYL?

[weaver-z]

Holly: Nick… are you sure it’s cool if I keep your jacket during lunch like this?

Nick: Hey, yeah. Listen, I totally wasn’t looking where I was going. I don’t want you to have to walk around with a messed-up shirt all day.

Holly: No, I mean… would it be cool with your girlfriend?

Nick: Oh, Crystal? I’m sure she’d be fine with it. She’s not so scary, when you get to know her. *He sounds unsure of himself.*

V.O.: That had about as much chance of being true as a snowball had of staying frozen in Miami, but Nick made it somehow… believable. Ugh. I’m in way too deep.

Nick: Hey, do you want to maybe have lunch with us? You know, just if you’re not, like, busy or anything.

Holly: Wait, seriously? I mean…

*She tucks a strand of hair behind her horns and looks at the popular kids’ table.* *Several beautiful girls sit there, reapplying lip gloss.*

Holly: I’d… well…

*Holly looks back toward her previously-established friend group consisting of Chrissy Claus, an obligatory flamboyant gay guy, and a nerd to show that they’re the misfit crowd.* *Chrissy gives her a thumbs-up and a smile.*

Holly: I’d love to!! Uh, I mean… sounds cool, yeah. Whatever. *Britney Spears’ “My Only Wish This Year” plays*

[weaver-z]

*Holly finishes washing her face in the school bathroom and looks up.* *Crystal and her obligatory posse of popular girls stand behind her*

V.O.: At that moment, I stopped caring about Nicholas, my dad’s freaky job, and how messed up my life was. Mostly because I was too busy watching that life flash in front of my eyes.

Holly: Okay, listen, if this is about lunch, I–

Crystal, cheerily: Hi! I’m Crystal. I feel like we didn’t really get to know each other earlier, so me and the girls thought you could come with us to the mall.

Holly: …come again?

Snow Angel 1: It’s just… you have great skin, and you don’t even look that weird right now. Which says something. Crystal’s dad gave her his credit card, and we could totally get you something to replace the mom jeans.

Holly, anxious: I don’t know about this.

Snow Angel 2: Oh, and we’re going to Nick’s place after the mall, if you want to come.

Holly: Yes! I mean–

Crystal: Great! But first, I have a sweater in my car that could replace… that.

Holly: What I’m wearing now? But Chrissy bought this for me last year.

Crystal: Aww, she’s so sweet. But come on. I mean, black and red? Goths went extinct in the 90’s, honey. Let me take care of that.

Holly: I–

Crystal: We’ll get you something cute for Nick’s party today. Trust me.

*She examines Holly’s face with a critical eye and a perfectly lip-glossed smile.*

Holly: …okay. Sure. It’s old, anyway, right?

Crystal: Oh, sweetie, of course it is. Follow us.

[weaver-z]

*Aly and AJ’s “Greatest Time of Year” plays* *Montage of Holly hanging out with the popular girls at the mall, school, and parties* *Minimum of three shots of Holly’s friends looking lonely are included* *Shot #4 is of sad Chrissy on the eve of the school’s winter talent show*

Chrissy: Come on, come on, pick up…

Gay best friend Jesse Cross: Oh, honey, she’s not coming.

Chrissy, tearfully: But I can’t perform our duet without her!

Jesse: There’s always next year?

Chrissy: That’s not true…

Jesse: I know, girl. Let’s tell the MC you can’t go on tonight. I’ll buy you cocoa and give Holly a piece of my damn mind tomorrow.

Chrissy: I’ll just try to call her, one more time…

*Holly is at Crystal’s house* *Her phone rings on the table* *Crystal snags it and shuts it off before Holly notices*

Holly: Did you hear something?

Crystal: Some nobody.

Holly: Come again?

Crystal, brightly: Nope. Nothing. Hey, I’m bored–let’s take my dad’s cruiser out. It even has enough room for your… *She indicates Holly’s horn situation vaguely*

Holly, hesitant, as though she’s forgetting something: Uhh… sure.

[weaver-z]

Holly: You let me miss the talent show… on purpose?

Crystal, leaning against the gym wall with her posse: Uh, yeah. Thought that was obvious, Morticia.

Snow Angel 1: Is there a legit reason you’re being a total b-word right now, or…?

Holly: Are you freaking kidding me? Chrissy is my friend. My BEST friend. Something you three wouldn’t understand.

Crystal: I understand that you’re a whiny, ungrateful weirdo who would rather cry about missing a talent show than hang out with the only people in school anyone cares about. Yeah. I get it.

Holly: Seriously?!

Snow Angel 2: Listen, charity case. If you think we were being such sweethearts to you for any reason other than to look good in front of Nick, you’re out of your mind.

Crystal: Read my lips, sugarplum: you’re a freak who knows she’s a freak, and before we pulled you out of the depths of loserville, you hung out with freaks.

Holly: I… I…

Nick: …Crystal?

*Crystal startles* *The Snow Angels’ mouths drop open in unison*

Crystal: Um… hi, sweetie!

Nick: No. Don’t do that. We’re not doing that. Why were you saying that terrible stuff to Holly?

Crystal: W-we were just… *She looks for support from her squad* *They look the other way* Why are you even here?

Nick: I don’t know. I got a text from a hidden number telling me to come to the gym after school..? Whatever. Doesn’t matter. Crystal, I should have done this a while ago. We’re done.

Crystal: WHAT?!

Nick: Holly, do you… need a ride home?

*Crystal is too horrified and furious to speak* *Holly wipes a tear, then blushes*

*Outside the gym, Jesse Cross listens in, satisfied*

*He looks at his screen, where an anonymously-sent text to Nick sits*

Jesse: The Lord works in mysterious ways, bitch. *“8 Days of Christmas” by Destiny’s Child plays*

[weaver-z]

Nick: Holly! Wait!

Holly: Nick?

*Nick skids to a stop with his hockey skills; he is on every sports team*

Nick: Listen, I still feel really bad about what happened. You know I don’t think that about you, right?

Holly: Of course I do.

Nick: I think you’re really cool. And, um… if you’re not doing anything on Christmas Eve… I want you to come to the dance with me.

*Small gasp from the other students waiting to be picked up after school*

Holly: Nick, I… I’d love to.

*The crowd cheers* *Chrissy smiles from the crowd, happy for Holly* *Nick goes to hug Holly, then freezes*

Off-screen ominous voice: ℌ𝔢𝔶, 𝔫𝔬𝔴. 𝔜𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔢?

*Holly whirls around* *Her dad stands on the curb behind her*

V.O.: You know that feeling you get when you wake up from a nightmare, and everything’s okay? Yeah. Try the opposite of that.

Holly: D-dad, please, it’s actually important to me this year. My friends, Chrissy, Nick, they’re all going–

Krampus: 𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔶. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔩.

Nick: Mr. Nacht, I think you should consider what she’s saying.

Krampus: ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱. 𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔡? *He extends a hand to Holly* ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔴. ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔡. 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯.

Holly, sadly taking her father’s hand: I’ll… see you next year, Nick.

Chrissy: Mr. Nacht, we won’t let you–

*A whirl of hellfire erupts around Holly and her father* *They vanish*

Chrissy: –do this.

[weaver-z]

Krampus: 𝔖𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩, 𝔞𝔫𝔡… 𝔦𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.

Holly: Gosh, Dad, don’t know why I wouldn’t be paying attention when you took me away from my friends to help you scare children into behaving.

Krampus: ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔶. 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔧𝔬𝔟 𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰–

*A red Volkswagen Beetle rolls up at top speed and screeches to a halt* *It’s blasting NSYNC’s “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays”*

Holly: Chrissy? Jesse?!

Krampus: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱.

Chrissy: Holly, you’re coming with us.

Holly, tearing up: I… guys, I’m sorry, I can’t.

Chrissy: Oh, for Jesse’s dad’s sake… *She exits the car and slams the door* Mr. Nacht, your daughter’s coming with us.

Krampus: 𝔒𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢, ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔡𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔯–

Chrissy: No, you listen to me! It’s Christmas Eve, and your daughter has a chance to be the happiest she’s ever been. You may be from the Fifth Circle, but you can’t convince me you’ve never understood what being in love is like.

*Krampus pauses, then looks at a photo he keeps in his wallet* *It’s a picture of Satan, whom he’s gay married to*

Krampus: ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔥, 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫'𝔱 ℑ, ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔶?

Holly: …maybe a little?

Krampus: ℑ 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔊𝔬 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 “𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔩” 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔦𝔱. 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡-𝔟𝔶𝔢.

*Holly tears up and hugs her father* *She then runs and hugs Chrissy, who squeaks in surprise and then laughs*

Jesse: Let’s go, bitches! The night is young! And I still have to get you a dress, honey. You’re not rolling up to the formal in combat boots.

Holly: Oh, ah, right! *She and Chrissy snap apart, then pile into the car*

[weaver-z]

Chrissy: There he is!

*Nick stands in the middle of a crowd of dancers, but has no one to dance with… until he sees Holly*

Holly: Oh my god. Do I look okay?

Chrissy: Gorgeous. Go get him, tiger.

*Holly moves toward him* *Chrissy watches her go* *Jesse puts a hand on Chrissy’s arm and snaps her out of it*

Nick: Holly! I thought you couldn’t come!

Holly: Hey, Christmas miracle, I guess. Come on. *She smiles, tucks a strand of hair behind her horns, and begins to dance with him* *Toni Braxton’s “Snowflakes of Love” plays*

*All eyes are on the couple* *Nick spins Holly, then pulls her into a kiss* *They pull apart, but there’s something missing–a spark* *Both of them look lost*

Holly: I’m… I have to go pee. Uh. Now.

Nick: Uh… yeah, sure. Go ahead.

*Holly runs to the bathroom* *She bursts in and washes her face, shaking her head*

V.O.: I’d won. I had everything I wanted: Nick, right in front of me, gorgeous and single and everything. And my stupid brain wouldn’t let the night feel normal.

Attractive Girl in Scene Fashion: You look lost.

V.O.: …or maybe it had just been trying to send me gut signals that something was seriously up.

*Holly looks at the attractive girl* *Recognition dawns*

Holly: …Crystal?!

[weaver-z]

Crystal: So… I wanted to say sorry. About being a jerk.

Holly: Who are you and where’s Crystal?

Crystal: Uh… surprise! I am Crystal. I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s me.

Holly: What happened?!

Crystal: After Nick dumped me, I lost my squad and spiraled pretty hard. It took a lot of soul-searching bullshit to realize that I had been living my life the way my dad expected me to: dating the popular guy, wearing Prada to freaking high school.

Holly: Always thought that was weird.

Crystal: It wasn’t me. And I was… miserable. So, even though I’m still sad about everything I did… I think I’m going to be a lot happier now. I dunno. How’s your night with Nick?

Holly, hesitant: Um…

Crystal: What’s wrong?

*Holly pauses*

Holly: I… I don’t know. I’ve been hoping for this for so long, and now that it’s here, I don’t feel right. Nick’s nice, and he’s cute, but… I…

Crystal: I think we were in the same boat.

Holly: How?

Crystal: More into the idea of Nick than the actual guy. I mean, seriously, how much do you know about him?

Holly: …he likes sports?

Crystal: Listen, Holly, love isn’t about thinking someone’s hot and nothing else. It’s more than that. Love’s about… showing up when someone needs you, sharing everything, being there no matter what. God, this is lame of me. Sorry.

Holly, realizing something: Huh. I… wow. You put that surprisingly well.

Crystal: Something else on your mind?

Holly: Yeah. There’s someone I need to find. *She rushes out*

[weaver-z]

Jesse: Listen, trust me, I get it.

Chrissy: Yeah, I know, and I really am happy for her. It’s just… kinda hard.

*Holly runs out of the dance* *She sees Chrissy and Jesse* *Jesse notices her first*

Jesse: Hey, Chrissy, I just realized that I totally forgot my shoes in the gym.

Chrissy: But you’re wearing–

*Jesse takes off his heels and chucks them into the dance* *He runs in after them*

Holly: Chrissy?

Chrissy: Oh! Hey, Holly! What are you doing here? Where’s Nick?

Holly: Uh, he’s… he’s at the dance…

Chrissy: Then shouldn’t you be..?

Holly: Chrissy, I like Nick, but that’s it. Sure, he’s hot, and he’s great with a hockey stick, but the connection’s not there.

Chrissy: What are you saying?

Holly: I’m saying that… here goes… there’s someone else I want to go to the dance with.

*Chrissy blinks, then realizes*

Chrissy: Really?

Holly: Really. Like, really really. Chrissy, you’re the most amazing person I know, and you’re really freaking pretty, and…

*Chrissy cups Holly’s face, grinning* *Holly blushes and shuts up*

*They kiss* *Holly’s tail waves* *Christina Aguilera’s “This Christmas” swells in the background*

Chrissy: That was–

Holly: Uh, a Christmas miracle?

Chrissy: Okay, yeah, but I wouldn’t have expected you to say something that cheesy.

Holly: Miracle’s not over. You know the DJ, Aurora? She owes me a favor.

*Smash cut to Krampus reading a text from Holly* *It reads “SKIP THE BOREALIS HOUSE PLS THX <3 U DAD”* *He huffs, but smiles*

Chrissy, hand over her mouth: Do you mean..?

Holly: I wasn’t there for you during the talent show, but I’m going to be here for you from now on. How about a duet?

*Chrissy takes her hand* *They re-enter the gym for the dance* *The song they perform is, you’re goddamn right, “All I Want for Christmas is You”*

*During the performance, Jesse, who is going wild with support, trips* *Nick catches him in his arms for the sequel tease*

V.O.: So, yeah. My name’s Holly. It’s Christmasy, and I’m… cool with that. I’m not the most popular girl in school, and I didn’t get a prince charming, but I got something more important: the coolest girlfriend in the world. Someone amazing enough to make me believe–ugh, here goes–that holidays might not be Hell. So au revoir, sayonara, good night, and Happy Holidays from me and Chrissy.

*Fade to black* *Credits sequence is set to “Deck the Halls” by Relient K and “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” by the Barenaked Ladies ft. Sarah McLachlan*

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Happy holidays to the most insane post I’ve ever made! <3

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Bruce: Oh, you always knew I had a soft spot for you boys. *Cocks paintball gun* You can have ‘til the count of five before I start shooting.

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Dec 25th . . .

the chill of the cold against his cheeks . . . the bo he had dropped to the ground . all of it was a feeling that came together . . .

hands raised . he was screaming . begging as the robot - they had gone across the world to try and fight - held it's gun to the Batman .

time slowed . fingers fell numb - painfully numb - held in front of him . begging for the new nature of the bot to succumb it . . . to spare his 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 .

the crack that followed was so loud - it left the sound rattling his skull.

the smile... Bruce's face…

he jerked - a sharp inhale as he came to . head laid atop the table as the familiar rocking of his boat reminded him of where he was.

his mask lay not far from him . his computer open . . . the analysis he had been running . the trial program to shut failsafe down for good had completed its trial run .

he must have fallen asleep while he ran a diagnostic . he sat up . back straightening with an exhale as the last bits of the dream clung .

what was it ? the fifth - maybe sixth attempt at this code ? it didn't matter . it didn't work anyways . the error screen showing at 98% . . . there's an error in his code .

Dick , Barbara , Steph . . . all were still missing . taken by failsafe - somewhere he couldn't begin to look for . Duke is out there . Cass is out there . both trying to locate them while Tim sat inside . toiling away at the code .

his eyes fell to the date on the bottom right corner of his screen . a hand running over his face - the grief painfully reignited .

it's Christmas . . .

it's a moment of silence . soon interrupted by his phone lighting up .

Bernard . . .

" you coming this morning ? " the text read . followed by an offer to come get him . spend Christmas with him .

he stared at the screen a moment . chewing the inside of his cheek . . .

he wanted to . maybe get away from all of this . spend time with his boyfriend . this was supposed to be the meal - where he introduced him to his family . sitting around the table . music playing . food as far as the eye could see . people he only ever saw all gather once a year . away from the cold of the marina . get out of the robin suit . . .

he looked to the code again . . . then the text .

this mission had to be priority . how he wanted to reach out . Bernard knew he lost Bruce . Bernard knew the pain he was going through . but it hurt - all so differently . he couldn't tell him . he was there . he watched it happen . but he couldn't tell Bernard what happened . just that Bruce was missing . . . went missing when the robots took over Gotham .

he had to grieve alone . . . at least Bernard was safe . at least they didn't get to him .

" I'm sorry . I can't . enjoy your Christmas ♡ . "

he turned off his phone following. head lifting to glance out the small window . . . a bad snowstorm was settling in . . . hopefully it would lighten up some before he went back out . . .

the likelihood of that was fairly slim .

he pulled the computer closer to himself . clicking out of the error screen and starting to type away . figure out where the problem was . compare it up against the coding he had of the robot in question .

he ached . the wound upon his neck apparent as he worked . . . another round of painkillers was probably due . but he allowed it to linger . keep him awake .

it was then he noticed the flow of tears that had begun . crying and coding on any other day would have been funny . he knew Dick would have laughed if he saw him . a sound of pitty . ushering him to bed .

but not that day . having to push away from the computer he stood . hands gripping into his hair as he paced - trying to ease the sobs he couldn't control . it was all on him . he was robin . he had to figure this out .

the mission was priority . but he wished . he wished so hard that he could forget it . and spend Christmas with family .

Bruce was gone . he knew that . it hurt to accept it but he knew he was gone . he had to keep pushing forward .