It was already deep in the evening. Damian had just returned from patrol tired, and after sneaking through the window to his room, he turned on the light and immediately froze. Happy birthday posters were all over his walls. There was confetti on the floor and balloons in the corners of the room. And under the New Year's tree (of course, because in less than half a month there will be a new year) there were 3 gifts. 2 of them were in regular packaging, and the other was in a Christmas package. Once upon a time, perhaps a little more than three months ago, you once asked Damian when his birthday was. And he replied: "December 19th." He didn't think that you would remember this, because three minutes later you fell asleep sweetly on his chest. Damian's patrol was terribly exhausting, he was so tired. He was sweaty, dirty, and there were bloodstains on his Robin costume. Damian stank two kilometers away, and the snow on his shoes, mixed with mud, smelled terrible on the Milos New Year's carpet. Which wasn't here before. Damian thought it was unlikely that his family would arrange such a holiday for him. He told them that he would not celebrate his birthday. There's only one option left. His boyfriend. Is it possible that you snuck into his room in the evening while he was on patrol, and set up everything nicely here? The door to Damian's bedroom opens and you enter Damian's room with cute ginger cookies in a Christmas transparent plate. Damian once told you that he loves Alfred's cookies, so you asked for the recipe and learned how to cook it.