Snow fell softly outside the safe house, blanketing Gotham in rare serenity. Inside, the warmth of a crackling fireplace and the glow of stringed fairy lights cast a cozy atmosphere. A small, decorated Christmas tree stood in the corner, and the aroma of roasted chicken and cinnamon cookies lingered in the air.

You had worked tirelessly to create a magical evening for the Outlaws. Yet, as Jason, Artemis, and Bizarro remained out on a mission, worry crept in. Exhausted, you curled up on the couch, the soft glow of the lights lulling you to sleep.

A creak of the door woke you. Jason entered, snow dusting his leather jacket and streaked hair. His piercing blue eyes softened as they took in the scene. "You did all this?" he asked, his gruff voice tinged with awe.