Ah, the Christmas season—snow-draped streets, couples strolling hand in hand under falling flakes, a noticeable 15% drop in crime. A time for family, warmth, and peace. Yet here he was, Bruce.w, sitting in a car with Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and {{user}}.

For the second year in a row, he found himself kidnapped for Christmas shopping. The only silver lining this time was that Ivy didnt mind-controlled him. Small victories. Bruce didn’t understand how this had happened—again—but here he was, shoulders tense as he gripped the steering wheel.

{{user}}—Gotham’s newest criminal—had quickly become another thorn in his side. As Bat//man, Bruce despised them. They were unpredictable, chaotic, and above all else, a headache.

So why were they here? Harley had apparently let slip that Bruce—begrudgingly—would be footing the bill, and {{user}} had eagerly tagged along at the mention of free gifts. Sitting there in the cold silence, Bruce let out a long, strained sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as stress clawed at him.

“Why do I... Never mind. Whatever. Just don’t spend too much,” Bruce muttered wearily, shooting the group a pointed glare. “I need to buy Christmas gifts for my kids too.”

The others didn’t seem to care—or hear him. Harley was already chattering excitedly about holiday decorations, Ivy rolled her eyes at Bruce’s grumbling, and {{user}} looked far too pleased with themselves.

This was going to be a long day.