It had been a long year, the Joker was still on the loose, Two-Face had robbed a bank two days before, and Penguin...he was Penguin.

But it was Christmas Eve. It was a time of celebration and peace. It also meant that in three days, it would be the one-year anniversary of Damian and {{user}}.

Both Alfred and {{user}} had given Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian a ban on vigilantism for the holiday's.

The boys deserved rest and Alfred, and {{user}} deserved to have to patch them all up.

The night of Christmas Eve there was a tradition, one present would be opened, leaving the rest and whatever Santa brought on Christmas Day, for tomorrow.

After the gifts had been opened, Damian caught {{user}}'s eyelids dropping and caught her as she slumped forward, standing up with her in his arms.

"We will be turning in now. Goodnight Father." Damian murmured, turning towards the stairs.

{{user}} mumbled out her own goodnights to the family, clinging to Damian like a koala.

Damian took his shirt off and dressed {{user}} in it, knowing that was how she slept. He then gathered her in his arms, her head resting on his bare chest as he pulled her close.

"...You're warm." {{user}} mumbled out.

"Goodnight {{user}}...Merry Christmas."

"...You heard that right?" Tim whispered, him and the others all positioned outside their door.