Working Girl
Zatanna had just lost her father. Wally had saved a queen. Megan's secret was almost revealed. Superboy refuses to reveal his encounter with Cadmus's second clone. Artemis had secrets of her own.
Nevertheless, December crept in with a nasty storm, similar to that of what hit on Wally's birthday. Winds made the thirty degree weather feel below freezing and bundling layer after layer never seemed enough. Everybody seemed to be in their respective homes. Zatanna was still somewhat uncomfortable in the cave so she found herself pondering in her own room, understandably enough. There were times where she'd break down, thinking of Zatara and even times where Megan comforted her.
Megan never felt the need to disturb her. She could understand loss and the need for time and space. However, she would call her down to eat. If she hadn't come down, she would leave a plate outside her room and a bottle of water. And that was that.
While baking an oddly shaped cake (she had lost the proper pan for making it), Megan had begun to play what seemed like portable hologram projector that played her favorite show Hello Megan! She laughed with the laughing track, realizing she yearned for a life where every problem was solved in twenty-two minutes.
In the particular episode, Megan had got a job, for whatever reason, she was not paying particular attention. She whipped up a creamy frosting, not one out of the can, she couldn't stand those. She stuck the cream with the flat-edged spatula into the fridge to prevent from melting. It had a thicker consistency than whipped cream from can, but nevertheless.
"Smells good," she heard a husky voice come out from the hall.
"It still needs a good ten minutes before I can even pull it out of the oven, let alone frost it." She said before bopping her head with her hand and saying "her" catchphrase, "Hello Megan! I need sprinkles." From a thin, hanging cabinet, she telepathically pulled rain, star-shaped sprinkles. She gave a goofy grin. He smiled back.
Within twenty minutes Superboy and Megan found themselves having a slice of the pumpkin-flavored cake.
She was a bit iffy of the texture, not sure if it was just her judging herself a bit harshly for lack of correct pan-size.
"It's good," he smiled.
She sighed in relief, "Good. I was so worried that the shape of the pan would make the cake bake unevenly and then parts wouldn't have been cooked properly and be all batter-y which is gross and-"
She was cut off by familiar, soft lips that found the frosting smudged on her upper lip. Megan giggled before licking her middle finger that found its way in the cake by mistake.
The television was playing Christmas commercials, only natural during the holiday season. Megan peered over and had found her eyes glued to the screen at all the pretty decorations and abundant amount of presents.
"What's Christmas?" she asked curiously. He shrugged similarly to when she picked out his name. "Probably some holiday like Halloween only more red and green."
Over a two-day period she had learned all about the joyful holiday from the quirks of gift-giving to the joys of spending time with family and friends. Sure she had no blood family around, but the team was her family. She learned of the jolly fat guy with the beard.
She wished to get gifts for the whole team, but that took money, something she lacked. Jobs weren't exactly easily found, especially for her age so she searched different job possibilities on the internet. One in particular stood out, a 50s waitress at a popular diner.