parting_shot:

Another week, another round of shoe replacements. Richie sighed to himself. He'd moved on to Gotham, most recently, and was going through the racks of shoes at another thrift store. He needed a serviceable pair of runners, and some boots with decent support for when he had extended amounts of standing in one place to deal with. He was still thinking about that tussle with the nazi and the magic girl from not too long ago. She'd given him some kind of magic rock in case he ever needed to call for help. Very nice of her.

Suddenly, there's a crash from across the street. Richie just sighs, shoulders drooping. "Oh come on... it's a Saturday..." Reluctantly, he ambles towards the front of the store, trying to get a look.

veryperceptive:

It's early in the morning, before even Michelle gets up, when GK carefully lets himself in. And it's Michelle he starts with, because if he starts with Zoe, she might, actually, pull a gun on him.

So she'll have the chance to hear it from the other room as he brings her Mom a candle-lit tray of food.
"Good morning! Happy Saint Lucy's Day. Now technically, the tradition is that the youngest of the family makes everybody breakfast in bed with saffron buns, but even if she's got two weeks on me there, I think we can all get behind the idea that Zoe should not bake."

dc_holiday:

Each year toward the end of December people come together with friends and family to celebrate and exchange gifts. The atmosphere is light, merry and there is plenty of cheer to go around. Holiday music fills the air while bright colorful lights light up the nights. Mistletoe is placed in strategic locations and people are willing caught under it.

It's a time of celebration, even for superheroes.