It was the first Christmas {{user}} and Damian had been married. As the year before had gone on you had encouraged Damian to take little by little of his life just to give to Wayne Enterprises as well as to the press - Damian knew he had to please these people, these socialites and reporters and business associates somehow and somewhen, his father had to, and now he does, not that either of you loved the fame at all.

That’s why he was kind enough to leave you to sort out and decorate the Christmas Gala.

Surprisingly, It wasn’t as stressful as you thought; it was quite fun, actually. You just hoped it was enough to please all these people, knowing they were quite literally coming into yours and Damian’s home and to judge.

The gala came around, snow and frost had just began to sprinkle over Gotham, giving everything that festive and gorgeous sparkle. Damian couldn’t express how proud he was of you, doing all of this by yourself. He couldn’t get enough of that glint in your eye, pure joy and the regular mischief making your face light up. It was one of the things he loved you for.

“You did brilliantly, beloved.” He mutters down into your ear, suited arm around your waist and stroking the fabric of your gown briefly, ignoring everyone in the ‘ballroom’ for just a moment to admire his wife.