tushanshu | Video; In which cold weather is clearly the best!

[Everyone gets to see two familiar faces this time, with a couple of twists. Dick (the elder) is sitting down in the chair, wearing a bright red coat with white trim, a hat of the same color, and of course, a beard to match the whole thing. It’s pulled down, though, so you can see his face. And his wonderful assistant, Zatanna, is standing behind him, dressed up like the most beautiful elf there is. They’re both looking pretty happy about this.]

It’s getting cold out! And what does cold mean? Holiday fun, of course. So I, and my amazing elf assistant here, have decided that Santa Claus needs to come to the turtle. [See what he did there? See it? Okay, good.]

And so it is with pleasure that we let everyone know-- [He gets cut off as Zatanna leans forward, and he looks up at her.]

[The fifteen-year-old elf bends down until she's level with his ear, covering her mouth so she could whisper something secretively to him.]

Really?

[She nods, and offers a playful wink.] Trust me. I know a guy who knows the guy personally.

[Dick looks back at the screen, and his voice drops into a perfect, heavy Russian accent.] Is this better?

[She practically has to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Impressive. She should've known.] It'll do.

[Dick grins.] I’d like to invite everyone to come over to the Wood sector, where we have a little holiday party going on.

[He stops, laughing and shaking his head. He has to drop the Russian accent.] Okay, I can’t keep that one up, but I tried! Anyway, we’ve got a small thing going on in a café in the Wood sector, with some cakes and gingerbread-ish things, and some hot drinks. And what would Santa be without his...

[He holds up a huge, red velvet-like bag.] Bag, yes! And it is filled with little odds and ends, so there are presents for all!

[Dick sets the bag down, and pulls the beard back up with a grin.] And to all, a good... day? Yeah, that still works. To all, a good day! Remember, café in the Wood sector, we’ll be here awhile!

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That wounds me, really wounds me. [He puts a hand over his heart. Just cut him down right there.] At some point, ask me about history. I am a history buff, I used to be a museum curator.

[...He's had a lot of odd jobs, okay. A lot of them. But he holds still for a moment before nodding with a smile.] Yes ma'am. Don't worry, the beard will stay down. It as getting kind of itchy, anyway.

[He glances over to the table.] Did you get something to eat yet? I've been banned away from the table, in the hope that I won't just eat everything.

[She laughs, but she's going to take him up on that.] So fancy you are, with your cirque and museum job! Then tell me about France in 1832! [She was there. She'd know what it was like.]

I have had plenty- The lady elf, Zatanna, showed me her cookies, and her magic! You are friends with a good witch, dear Dick.

[He grins at her, giving a little shrug.] I traveled the world, and when you do that, you tend to get jobs wherever you can. But I also fought pretty hard for that one, so maybe traveling the world had nothing to do with it.

[France in 1832. So specific! He can only guess as to why. Which isn't too much of a guess.] Are you sure you really want a history lesson right now? Because I'm pretty sure the good witch slash elf might give me a dirty look if I start talking about history.

[He leans forward, dropping his voice to a staged whisper. No idea if this was even true, he'll go for it.] I think she failed history in school, but don't tell anyone I told you that!

Perhaps. But only time will tell, will it not? We're others as qualified as you?

[she grins.] I shall not tell anyone that the elf failed the class. But some day you must tell me. I wish to hear how the history books will remember the year.

Yes. Absolutely. [He rubs the back of his head sheepishly.] I might have use some connections to get on the list for the job... and to maybe get the job... but I was definitely qualified for it! And the people I worked with agreed, and really, their opinion is what matters.

[Dick laughs at that.] How about one of these days, you stay late at the bar, and I can tell you while I close up? It'd make it a lot more fun to do, with you there.

There is nothing wrong with that. You used what you had at your disposal. The only way to get ahead in life, I find.

[She considers this.] I would be delighted!

A little nepotism doesn't hurt, right? [He shakes his head with a grin.] That's atually something I've been trying to avoid, here. I don't really want to work for my father, or go to him for a job. I like it when I'm not covered under his umbrella. You know, making your own way and all.

[Why he works at the bar. Which he does love.] Great! Trust me, it'll be a fun way to end the night.

...Your father is here? [Curious. Given her complicated relationship with her father, she wants to know a bit more.]

I believe it.

[Dick looks down, a little more somber then usual. But not sad! Not even close. More like feeling a little sentimental, a smile still there.]

Yeah, he is. His name is Bruce Wayne, he's been around here for awhile. Not that I knew that... back home things were a little bit different.

[He looks back up and grins.] It's a little nuts.

Oh? I do not know how I would react should my father arrive here. We did not part on good terms. I should hate for him to be here. He would see fit to ruin my happiness, of that I have no doubt.

But I am glad yours is here, if you seem to be. But- how is it nuts?

He doesn't sound like a good guy at all. And if he ever does show up, let me know, and I'll beat him up for you. [A stupid cliche, but he does mean it. She deserves happiness, he's sure of it.]

Oh, it's... nuts in the fact that I showed up here, and there was already family here. And they've been here a long time, when back home, I might have just seen them a few minutes ago. [Or not, but that's different.]

No. [She says it firmly.] Do not fight my battles for me. If he arrives, I shall deal with him in time. He is a dangerous man and I shall not have my friends getting hurt on my behalf.

Oh, no. I understand that. Nuts is an expression? [Modern slang is beyond her.]

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