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[hellofist]

[Private text to Bruce Wayne]
[It takes her ten minutes and a lot of staring because what she gets out doesn't look right, but in the end, Cass sends the message anyway. He'll get it a few minutes after midnight.]

Marry Krismiss
Love, Cass

[She doesn't expect him to say anything back, but she can't let her first Christmas pass without saying something to him.]


[Video]
[When the video turns itself on, instead of an excited Merry Christmas!, the barge gets a shot of Cass sitting in bed in a blank cabin. She's in her pajamas still, hasn't gotten far, and her eyes are red and she's still crying.]

Merlin's gone. [Her voice is surprisingly even, despite speaking through her tears.] Went to bed and... he was here... Now his room is...

[She doesn't really know what to do, to say, but she knows she has to tell people that Merlin has disappeared, gone home. She's not thinking it might seem strange to most people on the Barge that she'd be sleeping in Merlin's bed at all, not right now. With a swipe at her eyes to try to dry them that completely fails, she tries to continue.]

Don't know... if he'll come back. But, he's...

[She doesn't finish. Instead, her hand covers up the camera and there's a few muffled sobs before the feed cuts off entirely.]

[Spam]
[For anyone who wants to go looking for her, Cass is still in Merlin's bedroom, still in his bed, curled up under the blankets. It's not fair that her first Christmas be like this, that she doesn't even have the familiarity of Merlin's room to comfort her. She'll get up eventually, but it will only be to drag some of her things back to the empty room. She has to save it for when he comes back, can't let anyone else move in. If that happens, she really has lost him.]

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[hellofist]

[She almost doesn't go. She doesn't want to do anything, she wants to mope and feel sorry for herself forever, but Wade is right. She can't do that.

In nine minutes, she's in the gym and sitting on the floor, all of Deadpool's presents beside her. She's found a bulky hoodie to wear, has the hood drawn up for a little extra... she doesn't know. Her eyes are red, but she's not crying anymore at least.]

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[fearthepackingchips]

[He strides in sometime during the tenth, disappointingly low on violent means but he figures the gym's gotta have stuff. And if not, fists work in a pinch too. He's dressed down for this, it doesn't really seem like a Deadpool kind of problem, so he's got some stupid t-shirt and a pair of plaid lounge paints that clash with themselves just because they're easiest to move in, and he hasn't even bothered with the image transducer. He brought a couple mugs and too many packets of hot chocolate but forgot the water, but he hasn't quite caught on to that fact yet.

So the minute he sees her he pads over, dropping down next to her and offering a mug. The packet's still intact and shoved inside the mug. It's the thought that counts, right?]

Hey, kiddo. I'm going to start off by saying if you're still sad by the time you finish just ONE of those things I'm going to have to start to doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion.

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[hellofist]

[If Merlin were here, he could conjure up some hot water for them. Cass chews on the inside of her cheek as she tries not to dwell too long on that, holding the cup in her hands and taking comfort just from the gesture it holds.]

At home, Alfred always... did this. Brought tea, but it's... the same. Feels the same.

[But wait, what? She lifts her head up to look at him, frowns faintly in her confusion.]

... Sparkle what?

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[fearthepackingchips]

[When Cass comments on the cocoa it's about then he actually looks down at what he brought and realizes there's something missing. You can't exactly drink cocoa if it's not a liquid. Crap.]

Space tea. Hot chocolate.

[...yeeeeah that.]

You don't know Sparkle Motion?

Of course she doesn't, she lived in a cave. Dummy.

Remind me to familiarize you with 'em sometime. In the meantime, eat your snowballs.

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[hellofist]

[Snowballs. Keeping a death grip on the cup, Cass turns to inspect the pile of snacks she'd gotten from Deadpool. She doesn't know what the packaging says of course, but she can guess which ones are supposed to be snowballs.

Even if they are pink.

She picks up the package with one hand and uses her teeth to rip it open, then takes an uncharacteristically small bite out of it. As she chews slowly, tears start to well up in her eyes again for a reason she's not exactly sure of.]

It's good...

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[fearthepackingchips]

[Ooookay...]

Did you somehow put something in there that would make her cry?

What? No, why would I do that.

I don't know. You're you. Who knows why you do MOST of what you do. Are you suuuuure?

No. I mean yes. I mean WHY WOULD I PUT ONION IN THERE. That would completely ruin everything that is good and holy.

Then WHY IS SHE CRYING?

I DON'T KNOW. Stop bugging me.

[He says, looking at her concernedly.]

You okay there, half pint?

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[hellofist]

No.

[She's overwhelmed, is the problem. Waking up in the empty room was shocking enough, but to have someone there and then sudden they aren't? It's like he might as well have never existed in the first place. She swallows her mouthful of snowball and then wipes at her eyes before looking up at Wade.]

You didn't... have to come. You're a good friend.

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[fearthepackingchips]

[Ha. He is Deadpool, friend of nobody because he's too much of a risk.

...well. He's got friends. Kind of. Multiples. But it doesn't help that nobody seems to like to play with him.]

Sure I did. You were CRYING. And I didn't do it for once. Might not like the guy, but the crying thing's just another thing to add to the list. Two birds, one stone.

Or...something like that.