In the Moon Light so Clear...

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After running headlong into Superman, a rather chagrined Grant Emerson has made his way to the nearest airlock on the Justice League Watchtower, walking hand in hand with Nightstar.

Thus far, the Thanksgiving festivities have been more than Grant could have hoped for. Good food. Good company. Surrounded by friends and family. Far different than eating sliced turkey sandwiches in some crummy apartment on the wrong side of the tracks in Baltimore or any of the other cities along the Eastern seaboard he'd called home these last four years.

For the moment, they're in the airlock, Grant struggling into an EVA suit that was apparently "just his size." As enjoyable as the time with their fellow Titans and other heroes has been, Mar'i's suggestion of a walk on the moon's surface, just the two of them, was exactly what he needed after the rather sumptuous feast.

"Well, that could have gone better," he says, securing the suit's left gauntlet in place, referring back to the impromptu meeting with the Man of Steel.