Christmas in Blüdhaven: We Three Kings
by Smitty
The first thing Tim noticed upon entering the apartment was that Kon had not gone home.
The second thing Tim noticed was that maps of Blüdhaven covered every inch of the kitchen.
The third thing that Tim noticed was that there was hot chocolate and that it smelled very good. He tried not to notice that.
He hesitated in the doorway looking at the only two people left in his world.
"I told you to go home," he said coldly.
Kon looked up and the world's biggest grin split his face. "Yes," he agreed. "Yes, you did. And I didn't listen."
That was nothing new, Tim thought. Fine. Kon was fairly invulnerable. He turned to Cass, with her hood down on her shoulders and a hot chocolate mustache on her upper lip. She reflected Kon's grin and he knew that she might be the toughest human being he knew, and that still wouldn't be enough someday.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked, stalking over to the table and forcing himself to ignore the cup of hot chocolate Cass pushed in his direction.
"We're making a plan," Kon announced.
Cass took up, eyes alight. "We're taking this city back."
Author's Note: Thanks to ghostninja85 who pointed out the injury discrepancy in chapter five. I think when someone said, "Devin Grayson wrote Dick getting shot AGAIN," I read it as, "Devin Grayson wrote Dick getting shot in the same place, in the same way AGAIN." So further explanation on ficlet #5 will be forthcoming.
Christmas in Blüdhaven is written in the same general style as Jingle Bells, my attempt to write 24 200-word ficlets--one per day until Christmas, sort of like an Advent calendar--with characters from around the DCU. Christmas in Blüdhaven differs, however, by each of the ficlets being loosely linked and progressing toward a greater conclusion. The title was derived from the Trans-Siberian Orchestra's "Christmas in Sarajevo" because everything and everyone in Blüdhaven is currently something of a wreck.