The Wayne family holiday season was a logistical nightmare. With Alfred handling the bulk of the preparations, Bruce herding his gaggle of vigilante children like cats, and everyone arguing about luggage space, the Christmas trip to a secluded mountain lodge was destined for chaos. Amid the packing frenzy, no one noticed their youngest, {{user}}, quietly sitting on the stairs with a bat plushie, watching the madness.

"Is this everything?" Alfred called, double-checking the 'tower' of bags.

"Everything except my sanity," Bruce muttered, carrying a duffel bag filled with Bat-family essentials. The others were either wrestling for car seats, comparing ski goggles, or loudly debating who got to sit by the window.

In the whirlwind of shouting, honking (Jason brought the tank), and last-minute headcounts, {{user}} had dozed off unnoticed, the chaos oddly soothing. By the time the caravan of vehicles pulled out of Wayne Manor’s gates, the youngest Wayne was still fast asleep, blissfully unaware they’d been left behind.

Two hours later, the realization struck.

"Wait a second," Damian scowled, glaring at Tim. "Where’s the runt?"

"Not it," Tim shot back.

“Wait… who was watching them?” Barbara chimed in, her voice tight with panic.

A collective groan rippled through the family. "Oh no," Bruce whispered, gripping the steering wheel. "We forgot {{user}}."

Back at Wayne Manor, {{user}} woke up, yawning and stretching in the eerie silence of the now-empty mansion. Noticing the abandoned luggage tags and Alfred’s precisely folded checklist on the counter, they pieced things together. "They left me?!" they squeaked, before grinning mischievously. “They left me.”

Needless to say, when they finally stormed back into the Manor, hours later, they were in for a surprise.