The Universe's Mixer

It was brilliant to fly again.

Rufio soared through the City, going as high as he could and then free falling for a bit to feel the adrenaline rush. Reacquainting himself with the tallest towers and roofs he simply couldn't make it to without pixie dust.

Tink being with him had put him in a better mood than he'd been in ages, and after finishing a new apartment for her he'd gone to spread his joy throughout the City. Which, of course, was mostly just graffitiing and petty crimes, but it was all in good fun. He even let a cop chase him for a while, just to see if he could get away.

Eventually, though, his attention was drawn to a large, imposing looking building he had noticed before but never explored properly. It had a fence and the usual efforts to keep random people out, but Rufio wasn't random and not really a "people", either. He floated in and around the building, finding a few people who wore the same clothes as some people did in the hospital, except they didn't look injured. Just like most of them were ships missing a few sails.

Flying over to a tall fence Rufio landed lightly, crouching between the spikes on top and looking down at a man who had spotted him, and was staring at him as if he were trying to work out if Rufio was really there or not.

"Are you an angel?" he asked after a moment. Rufio blinked, then smirked.

"No. I'm a Lost Boy. Hey, what is this place?"

"A Lost Boy? Oh... you belong here, then. This is the place for lost things. Well. People who have lost things," the man said, sighing and then walking away. Rufio blinked, then flew up again, most curious than ever. There seemed to be some kind of security at most of the doors, so he stealthily circled the building and tried the upper level windows, well, the ones without bars on them, and eventually made his way into a hallway.

Thrusting his multi-colored paint stained fingers into his jeans, the Pan walked casually down the corridor, finding himself in a place that looked like a hospital but had little windows on the doors. Rufio frowned and went to open one door, but it was locked, so instead he lifted the cover to the small window, peering in. The howling that exploded from within came a split second before a large body flung itself at the little window, and with a startled yelp Rufio launched himself backwards, drawing his golden sword in a flash and crouching in the corner between the wall and ceiling opposite the door he'd just tried to open. However, the cry stopped as soon as the little window fell shut again, and Rufio was left breathing heavily, still in the air, feet and non-weapon wielding hand braced against the wall and ceiling so he could launch himself quickly again if he needed to.

Note: Takes place before Joker nabs her

Enigma stalked through the halls, rage burning though her. She had asked Jarvis to keep her approach silent, but she wondered if the AI truly would, considering how pissed off she was getting with each step.

She stalked into the kitchen, grabbing a pot of coffee that was happily steaming from the maker, approaching Tony with it, and moving around him, kicking out with a heeled foot before leaning in, her foot dangerously close to squashing something very important to Tony. “Good morning, Mr. Stark, I have your coffee.”

“Now, we can drink it like a civilized humans, or I can pour it on your crotch in revenge for you calling me a slut,” she hissed the word through her teeth, engagement ring flashing as she raised the pot, hand tilting. “Though, you did call me sexy so you get points for that, and get to keep your balls....for now.”

She waited for his answer, the pot tilting more and more to hot coffee being poured over him, an eyebrow raised in question.

Tony wasn't pleased. Not pleased at all with finding out that his best friend was engaged from a harlot sitting on his crotch and threatening his beauty with a pot of hot coffee.

It didn't matter that he felt, as he usually did, he at least hadn't lost his verbal sparring match with Enigma, but he certainly didn't feel like he'd won, either. Not with the facts still being what they were.

"Jarvis, I want all of the code scanned and rescanned. This system needs to be airtight this time," he said grumpily. The screens around him lit up with lines of code, commands, and software analysis. At the very least, that girl would never be hacking into his tower again. Nor would anybody. On one level at least she had exposed some flaws in his computer for non-malicious means. "If I didn't write it before 2010 I want it checked and up for deletion unless being reviewed."

"Yes, sir," Jarvis was less interactive, sensing Tony's mood. The playboy scowled at the screen through the bottom of a glass of bourbon. He didn't get worked up over women. Never, like this. But he got worked up over Enigma on Bruce's behalf, and that irritated the hell out of him.

No, today was not shaping up to be a great day.

(Takes place before Joker gets her)

Damon knew that Elena didn't need a wedding. They were vampires, they would live forever, there would be no growing old together, no having children together, they both loved each other and wanted to spend eternity with each other. But deep down he knew that Elena was still the kind of girl who had dressed of that prefect wedding day since she was a little girl, so he decided that that was one dream he could actually make happen. He just hoped he was the kind of man that she could imagine herself marrying. He went to the jewelry store and his eyes scanned over the wide variety of engagement rings that were on offer. He wanted to get her someone a little original, but something he knew she would love. And then he spotted it. The pink diamond stone with the small band of diamonds on it. "Can I see that one?" he asked the attendant, pointing to the ring.

Damon had done his best to get the place set up right for this. He had decorated the house for Christmas, putting up a tree. There were small tea lights all over the house and bunches of flowers scattered all around the house too. He was wearing a Santa hat and there was mistletoe over the front of the door, and a Christmas wreath on the front door. He was actually pretty nervous about asking her. What if she said no? What if it made her realise that she didn't want to be with him, that she couldn't picture spending her life with him. But there was also excitement, because there was a chance, just the slightest chance that she might say yes. Now he just had to wait for her to come home so that he could ask her.