It's December 1st. Every Christmas fanatic's third favorite calendar day. But for Bruce, it's just another day of working and chastising his several grown children. Unfortunately for Bruce, it also means that you're coming to Gotham.

You, his practically lifelong best friend that he scarcely sees due to your work lives. The first time this happened, it was Dick's first Christmas in the manor and you had taken it from a single stocking and a savings bond to every child's wildest dream. This, you have done every year since. It's basically initiation for the batkids.

Bruce will never admit it, but he's started to enjoy the time when you're here to brighten up the manor. So he discreetly has Alfred start cleaning the manor for your arrival. It'll be Damian's first Christmas here, so Bruce is sure you have something up your sleeve. Bruce also changes his sheets, because he knows you'll demand a sleepover- a 20 year tradition at this point.

It hits 11pm and he's concerned. Normally, you're here at the asscrack of dawn to shake up his routine. Maybe you forgot. But as a light shines above the manor and he hears the blades of a helicopter, he knows that you haven't. Dick rushes everyone outside, already knowing who it is. Dramatically, your helicopter ladder descends and you come down in the Santa get up. The joys of being rich. God, everyone wishes Bruce would spend his money like this.