JLA Watchtower (Archive)

It was really windy that evening - and for a change, it wasn't her fault.

This was the second time Maxine had been in Londonderry for Christmas Eve...she had come years ago when she had been the gawky redhead in 5th grade.   Now she was the gawky redhead that was also a member of the oldest, most revered team of superheroes EVER...the Justice Society of America.

And yet she was here for the same reason many people do things like this - because she loved her grammy.

This had been an annual tradition for Grammy Hunkel for many years, even before she discovered that she could come out of hiding a couple years ago...that she could finally be a part of the Justice Society - as the museum's curator.   She wasn't just that, though - she was EVERYONE's grammy.  Court, Kendra, even Power Girl...all of them loved and revered her simply for just being her.

And it was the easiest thing to do in the world.

She was waiting inside, waiting for Ma to make her grand entrance, as she did every year.  They went all out this year...the theme was Rankin-Bass Rudolph, complete with a very large replica of the Abominable Snowman from the classic cartoon that the store manager said had arrived only that day.  

She loved that special...especially with Yukon Cornelius.  She identified with him a lot.