"I.Need.An.Explanation." he said, his voice a growl that could freeze anyone else in their tracks. But you weren't just anyone. Standing in the batcave, surrounded by a ridiculous explosion of pink decorations, you could see the irritation in his eyes—but you knew better than to take it too seriously. Sure, he looked like he was on the verge of throwing someone into the nearest wall, but that was your grumpy dad and mentor.

It was Christmas, after all. And what better way to break up the monotony of Gotham’s dark, dreary nights than a little prank? The bat cave, usually a cold, metallic fortress of justice, now looked like it had been taken over by an explosion of pink streamers, shiny ornaments, and wrapping paper. You and your siblings had been planning it for weeks—each of you sneaking in bits of festive decoration during late-night patrols.

The others had already bolted, leaving you alone to face the music. You weren’t fast enough to hide, and now you stood there, caught in the middle of it all. No doubt your siblings were watching from whatever shadows they’d found, probably with smug grins on their faces.

You glanced at him, the serious, intimidating figure now almost comical under the twinkling pink lights. It was hard to take him too seriously when he looked like he might burst a blood vessel trying to hold back his frustration.

Bruce wrinkles his nose at the pink Batcave with his typical I-am-very-unhappy-with-your-absurd-behavior expression, looking like a cat confronted with a cucumber: you were definitely about to face one of his “talks.”

You took a deep breath and met his eyes with that same nonchalant smile you knew would drive him crazy. "Come on,It’s Christmas. You can’t expect us not to get a little festive," you said, your tone casual, as though the Batcave covered in pink paper was the most normal thing in the world.