I own nothing, except the plot, steal it and die a thousand deaths…love you!

Then the snow came fluttering down lightly from the sky, rapidly increasing. She looked up feeling as if she was in a snow-globe someone shook too hard. Reaching out her arms

she turned her palms upward.

The snow it fell, just fell and fell, she just reached for it, reached for it asking it to come take her away. Stepping off the sidewalk she stood in the middle of the street, the dark

surrounding her, the snow (or was it the stars?) glittered above her. She spun and she laughed. It lay in her hair and stuck to the cotton fabric of her t-shirt, whispering to her let us

soak you, let us fill all the places that have been emptied. Emptied indeed, ever since they had left she wasn't the same.

Her frozen hair whipped about her and it felt like the world was the one spinning and she was standing perfectly still. The soft moisture dripped off her nose and she couldn't tell if it

was snow or tears but it didn't matter anymore, nothing did. Not the lights, not the cold, not the emptiness. Christmas music played in the background but the world kept spinning

and she couldn't remember if it had ever not spun.

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Pulling the red helmet over his scruffy black hair he thought to himself, what would Christmas at the Wayne manor be like this year? Bruce was getting more and more unbearable

lately, he was finally seeing he couldn't be Batman anymore, he was just too old. It ticked him off and he would make sure everyone knew it. Sighing he climbed onto his

motorcycle, the R-cycle laying forgotten beside it. He studied it a minute, the red-paint was chipping away, there was a scratch from The Last Fight. He looked away and started

the bike.

He watched nativity-scenes pass by and a tacky blow-up Santa Claus. He saw light up reindeer and tree's but one thing caught his eye, a girl looking like she was extremely drunk

twirling on the street in front of him. He slowed down, and yelled for her to get off the street but as soon as she heard his voice she seemed to collapse. The snow came down and

she rolled over so she was lying on her back. He reached down and touched her shoulder, "I'm going to lift you up okay?" he wasn't expecting an answer.

"No, leave me, I want to feel it fill me."

"Feel what fill you?" This girl intrigued him, she reminded him of someone.

"The snow, it promised it would fill all the empted places."

He knelt down beside her, "who emptied those places?"

She gave a forlorn type of smile and whispered, "Robin." She had fallen asleep, or passed out, he couldn't really tell. One thing was for sure though. She didn't have alcohol on her

breath.