Fic prompt #58
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Danny hated Christmas with a passion. It had started with the fight between his parents, but over the years the damage had escalated until even December itself made him want to scream.
It didn’t help that everyone seemed to love the holiday. Love it. Worship it. Bleed tinsel and cheer. As if that wasn’t bad enough, his entire rogues’ gallery had apparently agreed on a month-long ceasefire during the one time of year he actually needed to punch something.
And now the Justice League wouldn’t stop bothering him about their stupid party. Red Robin and his team were the worst offenders—walking, talking embodiments of Christmas spirit. Danny swore he could smell it on them, cloying and bright, like peppermint and bad decisions.












