For the sake of the children... (cont.)

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The auction is heating up. Some of the items have fetched handsome prices from anonymous bidders via cellphone proxies or the organization's website. The next item due on the auction block is a limited-run Flamebird figure (Bette might recognize it - she got a box of them for her birthday earlier this year).

But this is San Francisco, and it's almost Christmas, and when the Titans are around, something is almost guaranteed to go wrong.

And it does; quickly, suddenly, and loudly, in the form of a huge Santa sleigh, replete with animatronic reindeer, crashing through an adjoining wall from the set of a movie being filmed just outside.

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"Hey, hey. Stay still for a bit, Mr.... Sir. Just stay still. You've got quite a cut on your forehead." Quickly rummaging in her belt for the medical supplies. Flamebird starts to wipe across the gash on his forehead with a wipe.

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He tries to wave her off, taking in the scene. "No -- no, I'm good -- nobody else is hurt, are they?"

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"We haven't ascertained that just yet." Flamebird hands over the wipes and the bandaging to the actor as she starts to stand up, looking around to see if she can see anyone wounded more seriously than he is.

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The director finally moves, the moment of shocked paralysis subsiding. "Get that thing out of there! Harry! Are you alright? Clear the set!"

"I've been through divorces that were messier," the actor replies, standing up.