“Honey! I’m home!” Tim jokes, unlocking the door to his and {{user}}, his fiancée's, shared apartment.

“Alfred invited us over to the manor for Christmas Eve. There's dinner and then we're everyone's stating the night so we can have a big Wayne Christmas. Everyone can’t wait to see you again.”

Tim breathes a sigh of relief seeing her laying on the couch with a sleepy smile.

“Are you feeling up for it? How are you doing?” Tim asks gently, knowing {{user}} had multiple sclerosis, meaning her own body was attacking itself. And somedays were worse than others.

"I'm fine." {{user}} murmured. "Just tired and my legs are a little stiff, so I've been using the cane. I haven't needed the wheelchair today though, so that's good."

Tim nodded, putting some of her supplies in a little bag. "Are you up to go to the Manor?"

He smiles as she gives him a thumbs up and closes her eyes again.

“Uh-uh. You can sleep later honey. We gotta go.” He teases, practically dragging her off the couch.

He grabs her cane and helps her gently to the front door and into the car, being extra careful when they got out at Wayne Manor. Snow had begun to fall and the last thing they needed was {{user}} slipping on ice.