Justin curled up in front of her Christmas tree, her Nightwing footie pajamas on, and her Batman blanket tucked around her shoulders. Kim watched her daughter from the doorway, smiling, "You gonna go to bed anytime soon?"

Justin shook her head, "Uh uh, I'm waiting for Santa!"

Kim just shook her head, "You can't stay up for long Justin, I know your tired. Even Jay is sleeping like a rock."

Justin yawned, "Well, I'm gonna try mommy."

Kim nodded, "Alright, good luck."

The minute Kim left he living room, Justin pulled a walkie talkie out of her pile of blankets, "Kyler?"

There was a short crackle on the other end of the line, and then Kyler's voice came out of the radio, "Yeah, I'm here Justin."

Justin nodded, "Alright, do you have the secret weapon?"

There was a short pause, then Kyler answered, "Yeah, I've got it… do I really have to do this? If my daddy catches me, he's gonna be mad Justin."

Justin snorted, "So? If my mommy find out, she's gonna break my legs!"

Kyler paused, then sighed, "Alright you win, are you ready for it?"

Justin stood up, "Are you across the street yet?"

"Yeah, and it's cold out here Justin!" Kyler snapped.

Justin walked over to her front door, opening it quietly, and letting in Kyler. She was wearing a green and red plaid nightgown, with her father's slipper on her feet. She shivered, rushing into the house, rubbing her arms to keep them warm.

Justin rolled her eyes, "Where it is?"

Kyler sighed, handing Justin the black and blue soda can, "Here ya go, my daddy drinks this to wake himself up in the mornings."

Justin took it, "Alright, now get outta my house, Jew."

Kyler dashed back out into the cold, trying to get to her house before her toes froze off. Justin settled down in front of the tree again, drowning the monster drink quickly.

Before she knew it, she was twitching, and quickly grabbed the walkie talkie, "Kyler-I-feel-like-running-to-China!"

Kyler paused on the other end, "How much of that monster drink did you have?"

"All-of-it!"

"I told you, only one sip every seven minutes!"

"Oh-like-you-know-everything-about-caffeine!"

"You know I'm a math prodigy!"

"Shut-up-you-stupid-Jew!"

"You shut up, Todd!"

Before Justin could respond, she heard something rumble in the chimney. She threw her walkie talkie away, and dove under one of her blankets.

She bit down on her tongue, trying not to giggle with excitement. Someone fell down the chimney, landing on the floor in front of her, swearing in a language she didn't understand. She peeked out of the blankets, seeing the boy from the lake.

His clothes and hair were covered in soot, and as he stood up, Justin could see ice all over his legs. He was shivering, holding his sides and shaking. Justin could see that he had lost the boots he had on yesterday, his toes an unhealthy color of blue.

Justin popped up from her blankets, "Are you okay?"

The boy stared at her, "What… why aren't you asleep!? Isn't it Christmas or something?"

Justin grinned, "I'm waiting for Santa!"

The boy groaned, "Oh brilliant."

"Are you cold?" Justin asked. She jumped up out of her blankets, grabbing his arm and tugging him down into her big nest. She pulled up her red fluffy one. "Here ya go, this one's the warmest!"

He started to protest, but once that blanket hit his feet, he grabbed it, wrapping it all around himself. Justin stared at him a minute, "What's that white stuff on your nose?"

The boy shrugged, brushing away the leftover crack, "Medicine."

"Yuck." Justin growled, "Medicine is nasty!"

Her walkie talkie sprang to life, Kyler's voice clear. "Justin, do you see Santa yet?"

Justin picked up her walkie talkie, "Nope, but Jack Frost is here!"

The boy raised an eyebrow at her, "Jack who?"

Kyler gasped, "I better pretend I'm sleeping then!"

Justin turned off her walkie talkie, before diving down into the other blankets, pretending to sleep herself.

That lasted for about five seconds.

She popped her head up again, "Hey Jack, what does Santa look like? How many tattoos does he have? Where did he get his swords from? Can he give me and elf for Christmas since they don't make the toys anyways? No, scratch that! Can he give me one of his yeti's? Can he teach me how to sword fight? Can he teach me to speak Russian?"

The boy stared at her, "Where the hell was this version of Santa when I was growing up? My dad would have encouraged that one! But no, I got an old fat man with a bowl full of jelly that my dad forbid from the house."

Justin just stared at him, "That didn't answer any of my questions. Hey, can you take me flying?"

He rolled his eyes, "I'll throw you off of a roof and toss you a grappling line, that's about it."

Justin shook her head, "Never mind, it's to cold out to fly anyways."

The boy shook his head as Justin finally settled down, "You are one weird kid."

Justin didn't even respond, she was out like a light. One reached over and picked up the empty monster can, "Don't you know drinking this takes you from sixty to one eighty, then plummets you to zero?"

She let out a small gurgle in her sleep.

"Ya know, I could kill you, right now. You body guard isn't around, your parents are sleeping, and since you're passed out, you wouldn't make any noise at all."

No response.

The boy shrugged, "Huh, funny. My sister isn't anything like you."

Without even waiting for a reply, One stood up, tucking the red blanket under his arm, and walked over to the chimney, planning to craw up it again. He paused by the plate of milk and cookies left out for Santa, before chugging down the milk and tucking the cookies into his hoodie.

He gave one last look at Justin, before shaking his head, "Damn kid, you better grow up faster then that. You've the League of Assassins, and Batman after you."

He disappeared up the chimney, not being able to help mumbling a quick, "Who the hell is Jack Frost?"