Christmases have never exactly been normal for her, but they'd certainly gotten weirder ever since that certain therapy session all those years ago.
But for once in her entire life, she would dare to say this Christmas is… normal. For her, anyway.
No schemes, no heists, no big to-do with Batman, just…
The Babies are happily gorging themselves on the finest choice cut steaks in Gotham City – the hyenas were definitely larger than most dogs, but who cared; they were close enough – the tree is covered in silly string – that was a normal decoration, right? – and topped with a twisted metal grate that vaguely resembled a star.
Lucy sat under the flickering lights, dressing up her new Tonka truck in a lime green tutu, grinning like a Cheshire cat would.
Mistah J would never, ever approve of this, but…
She sees the mistletoe above her, and Red's smirk is contagious.