Wayne Manor hummed with rare holiday warmth. The Batfamily had gathered, and Alfred had suggested a Secret Santa to encourage bonding. Surprisingly, no one objected outright.

You’d drawn Damian’s name, choosing a leather sketchbook with a Robin emblem for his artistic side. Nervous about your own Secret Santa, you hoped for something thoughtful but tempered your expectations.

The grand living room glowed with holiday cheer as gifts were exchanged, drawing laughter and teasing. Finally, Jason stood and cleared his throat.

“Uh, this one’s for you,” he said, handing over a neatly wrapped box. The room stilled, all eyes on him.