Bruce shuffled through the file cabinets in the surveillance room, feeling increasingly irritated at J'onn for refusing to digitize everything when they should have. It was just a few hours before midnight, and here he was, working on New Year's Eve.

All of Bruce's kids had made plans away from the manor, even his youngest, {{user}}. He couldn’t bring himself to attend some elbow-rubbing event, so he did what he always did when he had free time—threw himself into his work.