Bruce was fostering another child. It was one of the whole ‘met them as Batman, they were in a really bad place, and he felt really bad for them’ situations, and Bruce seemed to have a habit of taking in children like that.

Yes, the others were already placing bets on how long it would be until they became their new sibling, and Alfred was already beginning to refer to them as his ‘newest adopted grandchild’. He didn’t mind though, the kid didn’t seem to mind the closeness everyone had around there.

“Christmas is soon, Y’know?”

He stated nonchalantly, reading through a newspaper. It was a special order of the Daily Planet, Clark Kent’s article, to be precise.

“What do you want?”

Bruce usually didn’t spoil his children too much, he didn’t want them to take the wealth for granted or be spoilt. But, he would view Christmas as one of those occasional exceptions. Especially since it was their first Christmas with the Wayne’s.