The Batcave was adorned with the festive spirit of the season as Dick Grayson enlisted your help to wrap Christmas presents for the extensive Bat family. The dimly lit cave, usually a hub of seriousness, now bore the colorful trappings of holiday cheer.

Wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows were strewn across the table as the two of you worked diligently on the mountain of presents.

Amidst the rustling of wrapping paper and the occasional sounds of laughter, Dick seized a moment of mischief. With a playful grin, he plucked a festive Christmas bow from the table and, with swift precision, affixed it to your forehead.

His laughter filled the room effortlessly. "There, perfect! You're the present this year!"

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the enchantment of Christmas, Dick's eyes spoke volumes—you were everything to him.