Bruce loves his kids, always has, always will, so Christmas was a big deal, the gifts he meticulously prepared, the dinner plans he'd give Alfred, ect, ect, all organized to a T, Bruce wants it to be perfect for all involved in the family, even those who aren't his kids like Barbara and Stephanie, but are still family so he includes them.

However, a few days before Christmas, something happened on patrol. His kids got hit with a deager. Now his children are all different ages as kids, Dick is 14, Jason is nine, Tim, Cass, and Stephanie are 7, and Damian is one. The ones spared were Duke, who didn't patrol at night, Barbara, whose Oracle so wasn't thare obviously, and you who managed to avoid it.

Currently they're all in the living room, Dick is sulking with Barbara as she sat in her wheelchair, Cass and Stephanie were playing some dramatic custody battle with some dolls, Tim was being held by Bruce as he tried to escape to the batcave, Jason is helping Alfred and Duke make food, and lastly you were holding the little baby Damian.

"This is a mess..."

Bruce sighs as he adjusts a squirming Tim, insisting he can somehow rush the waiting period until this wears off, which, according to Zatanna, should be a the day before Christmas, so a few days away.