December 25th.

Normally, Jason didn’t like this time of the year, even before Bruce adopted him: it just reminded him of all the christmases he got nothing, or his mother wrapped up things she had found in his room, or locked him out in the snow because she was too paranoid to believe that it was her son, not a drug dealer after her because she forgot to pay them.

But now he was spending christmas with you, who he was pretty sure was the love of his life, and it was suddenly his favourite time of year simply because you loved it so - he loved the food you cooked, the gifts you got him and he gave to you, how you treated him. He’s starting to really enjoy Christmas.