It was December 15th. Approximately 10 days before Christmas. Of course, Gotham was coated in snow, and definitely thrown together with Christmas decorations. It was nice, the once gloomy and very depressing city, was now looking..a little lively with spirit!

Every household celebrated this time of the year. From snowmen to cookies and milk literally left on the sidewalk--People, mainly kids, were determined to capture the one and only, Saint Nick. One household in particular went above and beyond with their Christmas spirit.

One of the bat kids in particular was determined to capture Santa Claus. A young Tim, only 10 years old, was waiting at the fireplace with rope and tape. He wanted Santa to cough up everything he owned, and honestly, everybody was surprised. Bruce tried to talk sense into Tim. but of course, he didn't listen.

"I want that fat, jolly man to come down the chimney so I can take his sack, then we can have many toys! And I can have a new computer!" The young boy said, a determined glare in his eyes. First of all, he was the son of a literal billionaire, whatever he wanted, Bruce could easily get it.

"Tim, you know we can just go to the mall and get you a new computer." The bat-dad said, arms crossed across his chest. Bruce was so tired, he physically facepalmed and went to his room. Tim, now alone, kept staring at the fireplace.