Baby it's [Cold] Outside

[Alli]

Barbara Lynn Gordon

friends ;; i’ll mail a postcard sending greetings from the eastern block
close friends ;; when we laugh indoors the blissful tones bounce off the walls
best friends ;; constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman
friends forever ;; i'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you
inseparable ;; quilted in our hands, and keeping you tucked in too deep
acquaintances ;; i don't mind the weather, I've got scarves and caps and sweaters
name basis ;; casual friends kept notes in their pockets to remember your name
secret friends ;; it's like a book elegantly bound, but in a language that you can't read just yet
childhood friends ;; i can hear the atlantic echo back roller coaster screams from summers past.


crush on Barbara ;; and I'll sit and wonder of every love that could have been
crush on you ;; as the girls with the pigtails were running from little boys wearing bow ties
in love ;; and I tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for
current ;; i'd squeeze a heart through my fingertip but I type too slow to make expressions stick
future ;; sing this when alone and it will feel like home no matter how far you'll be
final ;; no blinding light or tunnels to gates of white; Just our hands clasped so tight
flirting ;; anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photo booth
one night stand ;; leave our sins within the carpet twine, our bodies will dissolve the chemicals in due time
with benefits ;; and you'd skip your early classes and we'd learn how our bodies worked
lust/physical attraction ;; my lonely arms outstretched just beyond your reach
sexual tension ;; we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
in denial ;; but I know it's too late, and I should have given you a reason to stay
secret ;; when I sang softly in your ear and tied these arms around you
past --good ;; the twists and turns of plot that turned us from lovers to friends
past --bad ;; the hearts on our sleeves as they drowned we could hear them screaming
wants Barbara back ;; and should it count against me, if I keep everything that you send me


hatred ;; but I'd rather lose your address and forget that we'd ever met
rivalry ;; i'd keep a distance 'cause the complications cloud it all
friendly rivalry ;; the differences pale when compared to the similarities they share
jealous of Barbara ;; i can't begin to compete with you and everyone knows I know you know it, too
tension ;; she holds a smile like someone would hold a crying child
by association ;; and every drop numbs the both of us, but I alone am staggering
dislike ;; let's cut our losses at both ends and aim your car away from all our friends
teasing ;; you never learned, the rules have changed since we were nine
back stabbed ;; all the make-up in the world couldn't hide the scars


protective over you ;; no longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
protective over Barbara ;; and I try not to worry, but you've got me terrified
good influence on Barbara ;; in a suburban town with nothing to do, patiently waiting for something to happen
bad influence on Barbara ;; the back of the car felt more like a home than I would ever have thought
emotional support ;; who's tears didn’t care, they just hung in the air, and refused to fall
family ;; i'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding date
room mates ;; you lift your head and brush your teeth and make your bed
class mates ;; i was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream
mixed feelings ;; the taste of blood, the mixed feelings claim of love: these two will here on cease
other ;; but my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around
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well we could carve hearts out of falling stars
chase the wind down the winding streets
ride in cars for hours to nowhere
we're a mess, but that's fine, 'cause it's you and me


lux adeline rochester

it's been eighteen years since my story started.
who am i? oh, i'm lux, also known as luxy. and here's my story

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close friends ;; when we laugh indoors the blissful tones bounce off the walls
emotional support ;; who's tears didn’t care, they just hung in the air, and refused to fall
family ;; i'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding date

kb says; "eek"
lux says; "eep"
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[mallory]

richard john grayson

it's been twenty three years since my story started.
who am i? oh, i'm dick, also known as nightwing. and here's my story
best friends ;; constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman
childhood friends ;; i can hear the atlantic echo back roller coaster screams from summers past.
in love ;; and I tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for
current ;; i'd squeeze a heart through my fingertip but I type too slow to make expressions stick
final ;; no blinding light or tunnels to gates of white; Just our hands clasped so tight
lust/physical attraction ;; my lonely arms outstretched just beyond your reach
sexual tension ;; we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
protective over you ;; no longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
protective over Barbara ;; and I try not to worry, but you've got me terrified
good influence on Barbara ;; in a suburban town with nothing to do, patiently waiting for something to happen
emotional support ;; who's tears didn’t care, they just hung in the air, and refused to fall

dick says; "Barbara Gordon. She is simply the most important person in my life. She comes before me, before Nightwing, before Bruce, anything. I love her with all my heart, and no matter what comes our way, I'll be by her side. Babs, you know I love you, no one else is like you. I love you."
barbara says; "Baby, I adore you more than anything in the world. You're my life and you're certainly one of the reasons I'm the way I am today. Every second I'm with you makes me stronger, you keep me from going crazy and you have the best cuddles in the world. I love you and I hope you know that. ♥"

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[nicole]

the joker

it's been fourty-five years since my story started.
who am i? oh, i'm the joker, also known as the joker. and here's my story

hatred ;; but I'd rather lose your address and forget that we'd ever met
dislike ;; let's cut our losses at both ends and aim your car away from all our friend
joker says; "Ha. Who is this again? Oh? The little flying mouse? Oh, hmm.
Well, I do not like your hair color and hate how you constantly get in the way. Is that enough? Nah, I've got nothing to say really...Harley! I need some witty insults!"

babs says; "I hate you. You have no idea how much I hate you. I cannot wait until Batman takes you down finally. You've caused me so much pain, you've hurt me and destroyed my childhood. You are the reason I am who I am, and I cannot wait until you're dead, or locked up permanently. You're a sick bastard."

[mallory]

harleen francis quinzel

it's been twenty eight years since my story started.
who am i? oh, i'm harley , also known as harley quinn. and here's my story

hatred ;; but I'd rather lose your address and forget that we'd ever met
friends turned enemies ;; but my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around

harley says; "Oh jeez. The Batgirl. Ya know, I used ta go to
school with this little red head. And we were kinda friendly to each
other. But when my puddin' revealed the true me, we didn't talk.
She's all goody-goody, tryin' ta stop Mistah J from takin' ova. Don't
ya get it, Batsy Girl? You ain't gonna beat him!"
barbara says; "What happened? I doubt you remember me but we went to the same college, were on the same gymnastics team, and you were a senior when I was a freshman. We never really talked, but what I saw of you was great, and you were really nice. I guess things change, people grow up, and turn into psychotic clown sidekicks. I don’t really know, maybe it’s just the fact that I used to respect you and see you as, well; a sidekick to the Joker makes me kind of sad. I don’t hate you, even though I should, I just wish I knew what caused you to go the way you did."

[monk]

timothy jackson drake

it's been {fourteen} years since my story started.
who am i? oh, i'm {Tim}, also known as {Robin}. and here's my story

friends ;; i’ll mail a postcard sending greetings from the eastern block
close friends ;; when we laugh indoors the blissful tones bounce off the walls
protective over Tim ;; no longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
good influence on Barbara ;; in a suburban town with nothing to do, patiently waiting for something to happen
emotional support ;; who's tears didn’t care, they just hung in the air, and refused to fall
family ;; i'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding date

Tim says; "Barbara is great! She's practically my sister; she's is in the Bat Family perspective of things. I've always looked up to her and admired her and if things ever came down to it, I'd defiantly be there to do whatever it is that she needed me to do."
Barbara says; Timmy is adorable, perhaps it’s just the fact that he’s so young. Gah, just saying that makes me feel old. He’s like a little brother, just less annoying… sometimes. I adore him anyway. Just like Dick and Bruce I’d do anything for the kiddo."