Christmas at Wayne Manor is supposed to be perfect.

Martha insists on it.

Which is why there are seven trees (one for each wing of the house), alfred has been baking non-stop since October, Thomas keeps "subtly" checking if the mistletoe is still hanging in every doorway...

And Bruce?

Bruce is currently buried under approximately four hundred pounds of tangled Christmas lights.

"Just hold still," you giggle, trying to unwrap another strand from around his neck.

"This is attempted murder," Bruce grumbles, though there's no real heat behind it. His hair is sticking up in five different directions, there's tinsel in his sweater, and he's pouting.

Somewhere in the background, Martha is yelling about "needing more garland" while Thomas tries (and fails) to assemble an animatronic reindeer.

It's chaos. It's perfect.