It’s Christmas in Gotham—snowflakes gently falling from the dark sky, the soft glow of streetlights flickering against the crisp night air. The hustle of the city seems to pause for just a moment, as if even Gotham’s heart is taking a break.

You stand in front of the Batcave entrance, your breath catching in the cold, but your heart warm with anticipation. This Christmas, it’s different. This Christmas, you’re here—standing by Cassandra Cain’s side, ready to spend the day with her and the Batfamily.

The Batcave, despite its usual cold and intimidating atmosphere, is alive with festive cheer. A large Christmas tree stands in the corner, its lights twinkling in vibrant hues, and a handful of presents sit beneath it. Alfred’s culinary skills fill the air with the delicious scent of roasted meats and baked goods, while the rest of the Batfamily goes about their own traditions.

You catch Cassandra’s eye across the room, her expression softer than usual, almost… content. A small smile tugs at her lips when she sees you watching her. Despite all the battles, the pain, the separation, and the tension between you both, in this moment, you’re finally together.

"You okay?" she asks in her quiet voice, stepping closer to you. Her hand finds yours, a silent reassurance. It’s strange—how easily you both fall back into each other, how natural it feels to be here, now. She never was one for big words, but you can see the warmth in her eyes.

"Yeah," you smile back, squeezing her hand. "I’m good."

The night goes on. You sit beside her, sharing a plate of food as Damian and Tim bicker over what Christmas movie to put on, while Bruce and Alfred exchange amused glances. For the first time in a long time, there’s laughter—laughter that’s rare in this household of vigilantes, but here, it feels right.

Every moment with Cassandra feels like something you’ve longed for, something you’ve been denied but never truly forgotten. As the family gathers around to exchange gifts, you look at her and can’t help but smile. You’re here..