Decking the Halls and All That Jazz

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The Justice League Watchtower has a highly sophisticated comm system that can send messages to individuals, to separate rooms, to separate floors or to the whole place. Right now, the entire system is activated. An emergency? Not quite. There is holiday music being played, from Vince Guaraldi to Nat King Cole to Ella Fitzgerald, classics all. And in the dining hall, a towering spruce tree has been erected. Atop a ladder, a young man sings along with the music as he carefully feels his way along the tree to hang lights. His usual attire of slacks and a neatly pressed shirt has been exchanged for jeans and a sweater with a red-nosed reindeer knitted into the fabric. Looks handmade, too.

Across a table near the front are at least eight pies of different sorts: fruit, chocolate, pumpkin, chess. Homemade, from the looks of it. A basket nearby seems to be brimming with cookies, too, and beside that basket are a few hot beverage dispensers labeled cocoa and mulled cider.

Someone is bringing the holiday spirit to the Watchtower.

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Brushing her fingers across the picture of her mother, Diana cannot help but smile, eyes suspiciously bright. It takes a moment, but then she clasps the pictures close and pats the chimp on the head.

"Please let Guy know that his gift is appreciate more than he knows. Kip, if you could see this -- it is my mother, when she first arrived here." Her voice is warm, with barely a hint of the tears that threaten.

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Barely a hint is loud and clear to the blind man, who puts his arm around Diana's shoulders and stays in that position, as if he were capable of and fully intending to protect one of the most powerful beings on Earth.

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And it is appreciated, as Diana briefly rests her head on his shoulder, drawing some strength from him.

"Thank you, dear friend. There are times where the loss of my mother stings a bit more than usual."

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"Can't even imagine, Princess," says Kip quietly, bestowing another kiss to her forehead. "But you're surrounded by people who love you; maybe that can help with the sting a bit."