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!

[ooc: Action is absolutely welcome.]

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The one cookie deal, because the only one that's true is that you can throw things at me. [Grinning, he grabs the cookie once it's tossed to him. The first bite of a cookie is always the best bite. There is no way he can eat just one tonight, but he tries to appear like he's nursing that one.]

You're not thinking like an evil, crazy supervillain! [He swallows and looks at the cookie in sadness. It's so small now.]

We take over the next world, and the next, and in this case, that's the turtle, followed by hopping into an alternate universe and taking over that turtle.

I'll keep that in mind for the future. It might come in handy.

[She's been in her boots all morning, and her feet were starting to suffer for it; while he was busy enjoying his (first) cookie, she pulled herself up onto a free space on the table and grabbed a brownie for herself.]

That's all we need right now, is more alternate universes. With my luck, I'd run into another me, and I'm not sure the multiverse is ready for such a thing.

Just watch out. I can juggle about four things at one time, so don't try for a fith. It won't go well.

[See, boots were a good thing. When they didn't have heels. Dick is pretty comfortable with his boots. He might even wear them in his sleep. Okay, no, but when he puts his feet back to the ground, they feel pretty good.]

Oh, I don't know. I admit, I was surprised when this universe didn't explode from having two Dick Graysons around. So, if we can do it, I think anyone can!

Hmm...you have a point.

[And she has to stop and ponder the notion for a moment, even though she knew what he was saying was true. One of the reasons why she got along with Dick...both of them...was because their personalities were just similar enough for a clash of wonderful mutual stage brattiness. Two Dick Graysons, and the Turtle had yet to implode.]

Are you implying that one of me isn't enough for you?

Because I'm pretty sure I have a spell that could fix that. One of my favorites, in fact.

[It's still so weird to know that Zatanna is dating mini him. Out of all the women he's known in his life, that one was never really any kind of option. And that he's still young, too. Dick can remember most of his crushes when he was young. Then again, he didn't really know any other masks when he was younger.

Still. He can definitely understand why Dick is dating her. She's smart, funny, an all around good person. And she doesn't mind doing crazy, ridiculous things.]

I don't know, I mean... it wouldn't be that bad to have a second you hanging around here. Could you just not make her younger then you? Because I have no idea how to handle a baby Zatanna.

[There were moments when it was kind of weird for her, too. To know there was another version of her out there somewhere. To be speaking and hanging out with another version of "her" Dick. Right here. Right now. So similar, and yet with just enough differences that it was easier to separate the two in her mind than she might have thought.]

[The fact that they weren't dating in his world...that they never had...honestly? She'd seen and heard enough differences between their respective worlds that it didn't bother her. Much. It kind of sucked, on a sentimental level, but you know what? She wasn't going to let a little thing like the multiverse ruin her fun.]

That makes two of us, because I'm not sure I'd know how to handle a baby Zatanna, either. We might have to pass her off on somebody else.

Quick, anybody on the Turtle you're currently looking to get revenge on?

It's sad, because usually I'm good with babies. [He liked babies. Dick likes kids in general, because they're so much fun. He remembers teaching the kids to swing on the bars, and his tumbling tots class was always filled with laughter. Screaming and laughter.

A lot of the kids here, and there were a few, weren't like that. Some were so damn serious. They had horrible things happen to them, and never really got the chance to be a kid. Just look at Damian. Hell, look at Victoria, before she left.]

You want me to remember someone I need to get revenge on right now?! That's tough! [Now he has to think. Is there anyone he needs to get revenge on?] Honestly? No one springs to mind, though Kyle might be a good idea.

[Huh. Just one more difference between them, Zatanna supposed. It wasn't that she thought Dick was as helpless around small people as she was. It was just...well...there had definitely been as much hesitation in his eyes as there had been in hers during Klarion's world-wide attack. The others had been scattered to help as many kids as they could, while the two of them lingered behind. Doing computer research. It was better for all parties involved that way.]

Kyle, huh? [She can't help laugh at the mere thought of Kyle having to babysit her. At age two. Back when she was so affectionately nicknamed by her father as the Incredible Floating Baby. It wasn't hyperbole.] Why? What'd he do now?

[In a fight, obvious, kids should not be involved. No babies around there. But he remembers babysitting Lian sometimes, when they were all a team. A bunch of teenagers in a superhero team. Teen Titan family, always had been, always would be.

Dick loves kids. He loves them so much, and if he found the right, stable person... he's seen it when Wally married Linda, and he has to take moment, almost lost in thought of people not here, of plans that weren't taking place, of plans that would never start.]

Yeah, Kyle. [He slowly starts laughing.] No, what? What he did? No, that's, no. It's nothing.

[Yeah, maybe it was because she was all of 15...but Zatanna could never see herself having kids. Or getting married.]

So, basically, you just want to subject him to babysitting for the entertainment value, then

...I can get behind that.

Pretty much. [He gives her that whole 'I'm pretty smug about that fact' face.]

The only other person I can think of is a person that we shouldn't think of. So let's not, and we'll go with Kyle.

You do realize that whenever somebody tells me I shouldn't do something, it just makes me want to do it that much more, don't you?

[ie: who's this mysterious other person?]

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