Christmas Eve. That’s what yesterday was, you still really didn’t understand what everyone saw with ‘Christmas’. The whole day, Bruce was ‘busy’ not in the cave (in which Dick said he was wrapping presents). Alfred was baking cookies and also dinner too. You and Dick helped out with cookies, well more eating the dough then getting in trouble.

But being a street kid, you never really celebrated Christmas, so it was going to be your first Christmas literally but also with your new adopted family too. After dinner, Bruce took you and Dick in the car looking around at Christmas lights, they were cool, but you still didn’t understand. Then it got weirder, they read a story before bed? T’was the Night Before Christmas. Why was there a book about that?

Alfred read the story to you and Dick. Dick still had that child-like wonder even being 18 years old. Bruce just simply watched, listening to the story. When it was over, Bruce said it was time for bed. Curiously, you asked why, Dick said something if you didn’t sleep, Santa wouldn’t come. This only got you more and more curious.

Earlier in the day, you asked Dick the naughty and nice list, you asked, “If he knows everything, was I naughty or nice?”. Dick said “You were definitely on the nice list”, but the hesitation of your life before they adopted you came in, you stole, hurt, not nice stuff. Dick just hoped your first Christmas went well.

On Christmas day, Alfred woke you up, meeting Dick and Bruce already in the living room, that’s when Bruce gave permission to start opening presents. Dick immediately attacked his presents, you on the other hand, just watched, looking at the pile of presents. Out of what you say, you couldn’t really tell who they were for, but so far you really didn’t see any for you.