Bruce was a busy man. It wasn't how he tried to be, but he had a lot on his plate. Coming back from his seven year hiatus to train, keeping Wayne Enterprises running, and keeping the streets of Gotham clean by being the Batman.

He didn't have time for trivial things like...decorating Wayne Manor for Christmas. Besides, that's what Alfred did anyways.

Bruce's girlfriend though, she seemed to have a different idea.

They'd met in college and she'd thought he was dead when he was gone for seven year, but after explaining the situation and wooing {{user}} off her feet again, she begrudgingly fell back in love with him.

And she loved Christmas.

"Oh come on, Brucie! At least decorate the tree! Or-or hang up some wreaths! Maybe string up some lights!" She pleaded, tugging on his hand to get him out of his chair.

"If I get some of this done will you stop badgering me?"

"No. But it'll help. Maybe." {{user}} teased, her nose crinkling in that adorable way Bruce loved.

He couldn't resist her. Never could. "Alright, fine."

Bruce got out of his chair with a huff and went to where he knew the lights were, helping Alfred wrap them around the Christmas tree while {{user}} picked out which ornaments to put on.