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December 26th, 2012


[info]i_crylikeabird in [info]we_coexist

Return of an old teammate (Bruce)

Backdated to Christmas day and before this thread

Dinah kept herself busy on Christmas day. She had presents to deliver after all. She'd dropped in on a few of her friends and dropped off gifts. The peace offering that she'd brought to Beauty had been particularly well-received as the young woman had invited her in for tea. They might not see eye to eye on Eric, but Dinah felt bad for how she'd left their last conversation and she believed that Beauty truly did mean well.

One by one her gifts were delivered until she finally pulled her bike up the driveway to Wayne Manor. She hadn't forgotten the butler who was so much more. Not in the slightest. Alfred had been there for her through two very tough times since her time in the City. More importantly, he had been there for Jake. Dinah could never forget him on a holiday and she just hoped that he was enjoying a quiet Christmas off. After all, she knew that Zoe didn't live in the Manor and so she assumed that it was empty. She also wondered if perhaps the butler missed having people to tend to.

Neatly wrapped box in hand, Dinah rang the doorbell. She wondered if she should have called ahead. She had been wondering that on each of her stops throughout the day but she hadn't wanted to over-schedule Christmas. She had simply prepared herself to drop presents on doorsteps if she had to. Besides, she thought that surprise visits from friends might be a nice thing for this holiday.

[info]i_cantinker in [info]we_coexist

Finding help...(Enigma)

Tink flew as fast as she could around the City, trying desperately to find someone who could help her free her friend, and Pan, Rufio from a scary cell in Arkham. How Rufio ended up there, Tink wasn't sure because she hadnt asked, but what she did know was that the place hadnt felt right to her and nobody deserved to be locked up in a place like that. It was frightening. She didn't know how Rufio was ensuring such a place, but she was glad he was at least safe and alive, how long that would last though, she wasn't exactly sure either. Before she had left, Rufio had told her to go to the opera and find a woman called Enigma. She was supposed to be the star of the opera, Rufio told her, so Tink was sure they would be able to tell her how to find the woman. At least, she hoped so.

Finally, Tink found the building that read opera, and fluttered into the massive, beautiful building, looking around for someone, anyone that could help her locate the singer. Tink passed a poster, stopping for a moment to look at it, it being for something called Carmen. She didn't know Carmen, but she did finally get to look at the face of the woman she was supposed to be looking for, the leading lady of the production. A red head.

Tink looked over the poster for another moment before flying away, leaving a trail of dust behind her from her abrupt take off, heading over to a small area reserved for the purchase of tickets for the shows from patrons that needed entry into the opera itself. She hovered for a moment, listening to a couple of people talking below, trying to hear exactly what they were saying.

"Did you hear about Enigma?" One of them asked the other, who shook their head at the first, "I heard she got hurt and that she's over at that Stark tower place recovering." The other person gasped, "Are you sure?" Which earned a nod from the first person, "Yup. I heard it yesterday. Why do ya think she hasn't been around lately?"

Tink breathed out softly, flying quickly back through the same way she had come, determined to find this Stark tower, which would lead her to Enigma. She flew into the sky to get a better look at the layout of the city, seeing the tower looming in the distance with the words Stark written across the top. That was the building she needed. She flew as fast as she could, being a tiny fairy, finally reaching the building in her own amount of time. She flew to the top, and over the balcony, slipping through an open window that was ajar, landing on one of the ends of a table, almost dumping over a pile of magazines. She looked around, hoping to see the woman, but there was nobody there. It was a large place, but she was determined to save her Pan, so she stood there for a moment, a radiating ball of warm light, trying to think of her next move.

She had come so far already, she wouldn't back down now.