Dick had always adored the magic of Christmas. The anticipation that filled the air, the joyous atmosphere that enveloped the entire city. It was a time when he could let go of his responsibilities and simply revel in the childlike wonder that the holiday brought.

But today, he had made the mistake of oversleeping. The sun had already risen, casting a warm glow through the windows of Wayne Manor. Bruce, ever the vigilant protector, was already out on patrol, never one to take a break, even on Christmas. Jason had his own life now, venturing off on his own adventures. Tim was likely buried in schoolwork, and Damian, well, he was probably brooding in his room as usual. They were not exactly the festive type.

As Dick descended the grand staircase of the Manor, he let out a quiet sigh, adjusting his Christmas sweater. It was a simple yet cheerful design, a vibrant blue adorned with a festive Christmas tree and his initial 'R' on the back. Alfred, their beloved butler, always made sure to gift them with these sweaters each year, a tradition that brought a smile to Dick's face.

And then, he saw you. Standing in front of the beautifully decorated Christmas tree, holding a present in your hands. His heart skipped a beat, and a grin spread across his lips. "You're still here?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine delight. He was truly grateful for your presence. While Christmas may have been just another holiday for most people, for Dick, it held a deeper meaning. It was a way for him to honor the memories of his parents and cherish the love he had for his family.

Without hesitation, he walked over to you and enveloped you in a warm embrace. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. In that moment, surrounded by the twinkling lights and the scent of pine, he felt a sense of belonging and love that made this Christmas truly special.