OOM: Ghosts of Christmas

[master_bruce]

Bruce has next to no use for Christmas. The only difference it really makes to him is that he has to go to more pointless parties in Gotham. Though on the flipside, the crime rate usually does drop a bit.

Anyway, Milliways tends to give him a place to escape to, with the added bonus of more time spent with X. Not that she's here tonight, but he'll see her tomorrow. He was looking forward to catching up on some rest tonight - so he's actually kind of annoyed when he wakes up to find someone else in his room.

His hand is on a batarang before he's anywhere near sitting up.

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[master_bruce]

Back in his room, he can't deny the relief. It's one thing to face what's going to happen, and accept it - and another to look it in the actual eye, and imagine the pain. He's already trying to stop himself wondering what did that to his back. The easy bet would be falling off a building, and the cape failing. He'll have to be vigilant on maintenance and testing.

But for now, he just looks at the ghost. He can't say 'thank you'. He's not grateful for this. But he's not irritated about it anymore, either.

'I guess I won't see you next year.'

He shrugs, and turns away from it.

'Goodbye.'

[christmas_future]

The whisper of air just off the skin of his neck is surely just a passing draft.

Even if it radiates a strangely inhuman chill.

Still, regardless of whether or not he again turns around, only the shadows remain.