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Baby, It's Cold Outside

The weather seemed to argue otherwise, but he knew it would be worth it to catch her by surprise this night. So many times on the watchtower—well, when they were on the watchtower—she had bested him in ambushes. Not this night.

The flakes flew sideways in the sharp wind, swirling round his racing form. The slate grey ground just beginning to gather its winter coat rushed past in the cold, crisp air. Soaring over the busy New York streets, now packed due to the limited speed one could travel in such snow, the green aura only provided minimal warmth for the Lantern. His power's focus mostly on his speed, he hoped her loft would be warm.

But then again, anything with her in it was pretty damn hot.

"I'm not taking the next two weeks off; it's ridiculous. This is a religious holiday for Earth—it makes more sense for me to have duty." Her fingers deftly tapped the buttons on the console to change screens.

"No ifs, ands, or buts about it. You can't stay in front of the monitors all the time. Other people need practice."

Ice's laughter at a joke Plastic Man told tinkled in from the other side of the large room while the handheld video game Booster Gold played beeped incessantly.

"But isn't it that Chrastmis time or something?" She refused to look away from the computer display.

"Christmas, Shayera," the broad-shouldered shadow engulfed her form from behind. "Christmas time. And not all of Earth participates. And even so, we have shifts for a reason."


The Man of Steel stepped around and leaned in front of her with a stern look, forcing her to cease her hovering over the keypad. "What did I tell you about 'buts'?"

The doors to the console room whooshed open. "Whose butt?"

Superman rolled his eyes at Flash. "Conjunction, not anatomy."

"Conju-what, Paper Boy?" with a scarlet blur Flash stood beside the larger man, though his eyes followed Gypsy's swagger out the door from which he came. She waved to Vigilante before the she was out of sight.

"Anyway, I've already told you, Shayera," Superman ignored the jesting sleight. "If I have to make your vacation an order, I will."

"What does it matter if I want to work instead of take time off?" Shayera contested. "Maybe I just like working."

"I don't think that it's good relations with the people to be so isolated," the look Superman gave now was a little softer. "Maybe if you spent more time with them you'd be better connected."

"What he means is, your popularity won't be so far down the toilet," Flash quipped.

Superman almost cracked a smile. "Pretty much. And this time of year, people tend to be more forgiving. Besides, having a little fun won't hurt you, you know."

Shayera shrugged with a deep breath. "I suppose it's too much to hope that you'll give up soon . . . or that you'll have any ideas as to what exactly I'm supposed to do with this time off. It's not like I've got a lot of social engagements in my life at the moment," she cast a glance at Vigilante, not too far away, his back turned, she supposed, because most preferred not to keep in eye contact with her.

"Hey," Flash perked up, "I've got an idea. I'm doing my yearly orphanage visit pretty soon. Why don't you come along with me?"

"And scare the kids out of their wits by bringing a 'filthy hawk' with you? I'll pass."

"Now, you know, it's not such a bad idea," Superman conceded. "It'd give you a good idea of the holiday as well as some time among the people."

"But I—"

Superman gave a look.

Shayera battled right back. "However, I-"

"You're not going to get out of it with word games," he turned to leave. "Have a happy holiday," he smiled with just a hint of 'or else' underneath before stepping strongly to the exit.

"I hope I'm not ordered to spend all of my time off with you," Shayera crossed her arms.

"Aw, come on. Quit being such an Ice Queen," Flash looked over his shoulder to the huffing Ice, "No offence. But really," he turned back, "you gotta realise that Supes knows way more about gaining the people's trust. You can't make friends with them by just beating the bad guys. You gotta kiss a few babies-or sometimes, kiss a few other things-to get on their good side, y' know?"

"I'm not that liberal with my lips, Wally."

"We'll see," he smirked.

She gave an incredulous look.

"What? I mean the babies . . . really."

Plastic Man glanced from that side of the room back to Ice. "You think it's a coincidence that all the original members now have time off for the same two weeks?"

"Not really. I bet to Superman it's all one big family reunion," she ran a hand through her white hair.

Booster Gold did not look up from his game. "It's not like they don't deserve to have it though."

"True," Plastic Man agreed. "A lot has happened."

"Yeah well," Ice said, dismissing it for more amusing issues. "So what were you saying about the flamingo and the loincloth?"

She followed the brown coat down the street, trying to stay out of the other pedestrians' way as they briskly headed off to work. Weaving in out of the professionally clad, briefcase-toting populace, she finally caught up to her quarry and laid a hand upon his shoulder.

"J'onn," she said as he turned to face her.

"Diana," the sandy-haired man responded.

"You've done a pretty good job fitting in," she smiled. "It took me a while to find you."

"Physically, I have adapted well," was all he answered as the people kept their fast pace, nearly becoming indistinguishable in their haste. No one seemed to pay attention to the raven-haired beauty and the seemingly plain, average man. "But other than that . . ."

"Come off it. You know Clark got us all the same week off, right?"

She did not have to clarify to whom the 'us' referred. "Yes."

"Well, I was thinking maybe you'd like a little help in your quest to connect with humanity."

"I know," he said. "However, as an Amazonian Princess, I fail to see how your efforts would improve my quest as dramatically as you hope."

"I'm not working this alone," Diana smiled.

J'onn looked impassive. "You're sure you can convince him."

"Trust me, I have my ways with him."

He landed beside the brick building and ducked into the alley beside it, shedding his uniform for his leave clothes, coat and all with a scan of his ring. He gazed up at the third story window, and seeing the light giving a feeling of welcome warmth, made his way to the stoop.

After tapping the code to enter the building he made his way up the stairs beside the resident shop on the first floor. Keeping his steps in check as he progressed upward, he could hear the snowstorm just starting to whip up into its full frenzy. His feet stopped at the door.

He raised his hand to knock, but, thinking about his surprise intentions, vied to reach into his pocket for the key. He held it a moment in his gloved hand, rubbing his thumb over the brass grooves, as if he could detect the trust with which it was given there. He had never made a copy of his own key. He would have to remedy this.

Silently as possible, he turned the key and opened the front door. He slowly crept into the open room, the snow falling fast outside behind the tall, gold-draped windows. The door brushed shut behind him with the softest of clicks. The room had a soft glow to it, the lights dimmed and topped with soft yellow shades, making the light wood floors reflect the cosy cheer. The room was quiet but for the crackling of the fireplace and the ticking of the gold clock on the wall. John took a step forward.

Promptly pounced upon by his lithe woman, he could hardly resist her sudden embrace. Melting in the heat of her kiss he staggered and leaned back on the closed front door, one hand upon the wood panels, the other supporting his attacker for fear she would lose her balance in her precarious position atop him.

Vixen finally pulled away with a devilish grin. "I'm wearing your favourite colour."

"Red's not my favourite," John looked confused, though he definitely enjoyed checking the outfit to see. The slit up the side was high enough to lift anyone's . . . spirits.

The dark beauty's grin stretched. "I never said where I'm wearing it." Before John could share in her rakish delight she continued. "But first let's start with some eggnog, hm?"

John's eyes followed her swaying hips as she sauntered toward the kitchenette. "Don't mind if I do," he sat at the counter on one of the cream coloured barstools as she poured two glasses.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she slid him his drink.

"Huh?" He snapped back to attentiveness. "Oh, nothing. I . . . just never got to surprise you."

She looked at him a little strangely before taking her seat next to him. "You're sure? Because I'd think you'd be used to it by now. You can't beat me, Boo."

John said nothing and took a drink.

Vixen turned his head gently with her fingers. "Come on, you can tell me."

"I-I don't know . . ."

"If you don't want to tell me, that's okay. But I'm not going to let you be all mopey during one of the few times we get leave together. You know I have to go back next week. Our shifts don't exactly match, so we've got to make the best of it."

John blinked and looked into her cinnamon eyes, entreating him with warm emotion. "Yeah . . . okay."

"All right then," despite the lingering hesitation she concluded her statement happily. "No more moping. Now, did you bother to look up?"

"At wha-" Her lips were on him before one could say 'mistletoe'.

I simply must go

Baby, it's cold outside

The answer is no

Ooh baby, it's cold outside

This welcome has been

I'm lucky that you dropped in

So nice and warm

Look out the window at that storm

My sister will be suspicious

Gosh, your lips look so delicious

My brother will be there at the door

Waves upon a tropical shore

My maiden aunt's mind is vicious

Ooh, your lips are delicious

Well, maybe just a half a drink more

Never such a blizzard before . . .