New year's eve, 1969.
Heather and Fenton took a vacation, as the mass crime sprees came to a lull, it was a perfect time to spend with family and friends.
Heather's parents held a party every year and it was always a blow out. It's not like they were rich or anything but...Okay, they were loaded. No biggie. They weren't snobs, probably one of the most generous and loving families there are. Heather could flash back to when she was just a teen vigilante.
"I'm going out!"
"Robbery again?"
"Yup!"
"Take ten percent and donate it, dear."
"Will do!"
And that was almost every single conversation.
They now stood at the door to the mansion. Under the coat, Heather wore a strapless red dress, as it would definitely catch eyes. Fenton, however, wore a dorky Christmas sweater. "You told me you weren't going to wear that!" He protested. "Did you dress for a peep show?" She sighed an angry sigh. "And you didn't tell me you were going to wear that...thing! Christmas sweaters aren't even worn on Christmas, you just accept them, put them aside, and never wear it! Ever!"
Their arguing was interrupted by the door opening as Mrs. Irving stood in front of them. "Heeeeaaatheeeeeeeer! Feeeeeerriiiiiiiiiiiis! So nice to see yooouuuu!" She gave them both a hug as the house was crowded with neighbors and family. Her father sat in the recliner smoking a pipe. "Is that my girl? That tall thing?"
"Dad, we saw you last week on Christmas..."
"Nonsense! It still feels like forever!" He got up and gave her a hug. As eccentric as her father was, he was one of the best. "Ehh...What's with the Christmas sweater?" He asked. "That's exactly what I said!" Heather exclaimed, as Fenton laughed.
The night went on after it struck 12 and it became 1970, until Heather got a call from base. "What do you mean that blooming billy-no-mates escaped?" She got her coat on. "Sorry, we'll see you later today at noon!" Heather ran for the door as Fenton stuttered."I...I'll just...go, and-"
"Just go!"
"Will do! Have a wonderful night!" Fenton followed behind, closing the door behind him.
