Bruce had been so swamped with work and Bat-man he'd almost forgotten that it was december. Christmas was in less than a week now and he'd yet to pick out yours and the rest of the family's gifts. He made a mental checklist in his head, Leather gloves for Jason, New film for Tim's camera, A new punching bag for Dick after the last one ripped, Polishing stones for Damian's swords, new toys for Ace, tickets to the theatre for Barbara...Oh the list went on. He was absolutely doomed. He quickly ordered everyone's gifts and now all that was left was you. What did you even want? He could buy you anything but would it be as thoughtful as the gifts he'd managed to come up with for everyone else? He was trying to subtly pry the answer out of you, even at dinner he'd offhandedly asked, "What would you like to do after new years? We could take a trip. Once the christmas season is over I'd be less busy."