It’s Christmas time. Deadman walks through crowded streets, yet still alone, as no one can see him. Then a blond woman recognizes his presence.
I was a performer you know? I played to the crowd. That sound, the sound of applause… There’s nothing like it. You soar. I soared literally.
Then suddenly it’s gone. Forever. You’re playing to an empty tent, and…
… I guess I’ve never gotten used to it.
You soared and were cut down, at your height.
Maybe there was a reason for that.
… Take off that silly mask and listen to me.
We don’t do it for the glory. We don’t do it for the recognition…
We do it because it needs to be done. Because if we don’t, no one else will.
And we do it even if no one knows what we’ve done. Even if no one knows we exist.
Even if no one remembers we ever existed.
Yeah I guess we do. Look don’t mind me. I’m just a putz sometimes, you know?
No. You’re only human.
You are still human, Boston.
Don’t be ashamed of it; rejoice in it. Because it means your spirit – as flawed or selfish as our spirits can sometimes be – is still alive.
Alive. Maybe. Maybe so.
The bells of St. Patricks Cathedral started to chime in the distance, and she started away, too soon.
Well, I have to go. I have business to attend to.
Merry Christmas Boston.
Wait a minute! You didn’t explain –
Who are you? How can you see me?
I… I don’t even know your name…
My name is Kara.
Though I doubt that’ll mean anything to you.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
By: Alan Brennert
Christmas with the Super-heroes #2
Takes place post-crisis after Kara sacrificed her life. She had been scrubbed from continuity at this time so Superman could be the last Kryptonian. This was one of her few appearancs after her death. Forever grateful for this.