Damian was cuddled with you on one of the couches in the family movie theater as Beetlejuice Beetlejuice. The family had just finished watching the first one, which Cassandra had never seen, and now you were onto the new movie. Dick was sitting beside Barbara on the floor, blankets thrown over them. Tim was next to Stephanie on the other couch, and Jason and Cassandra were on the floor next to Dick and Babs. Bruce and Alfred were sitting in the recliners, though Bruce was dead asleep and snoring.

"He's fishy." Cass called out, pointing at the screen accusingly as Jeremy led Astrid into his house. "I don't like him."

Tim gave her a look, rolling his eyes. "You don't like anyone." Cass shrugged, not denying it.

When Jeremy's parent's faces weren't shown there were murmurs around the room, all different theories. Damian shifted his head forward, turning to whisper to you. "They're dead, and he's dead. He's definitely the bad guy." You nodded in agreement as Damian's siblings bickered over who was the bad guy.

"The weird Frankenstein lady is the bad guy! He's the love interest!" Steph protested, waving her arms and nearly smacking Tim in the face. Dick sat straight up, giving her a baffled look.

"No! He's all creepy!" Dick cried out, pointing at the TV screen as Cass had done. How Bruce had stayed asleep during all of this, you didn't know.

"Exactly!" Cass nodded in agreement. "See? He gets it."

Damian pulled you closer, curled up with you on the couch. He was being the big spoon with you tucked into his chest, a blanket covering your legs. Everyone was in pajamas, even Alfred. Yours were matching with Damian, a sage-green background color with various designs of pumpkins over it. Damian kissed the top of your head, which Tim glanced over and saw.

His face scrunched up, making a fake retching noise. "Can you two get any more sickeningly adorable?" Damian responded by holding up his middle finger at Tim.