to be one of those magical times of year when good feelings filled
everyone with cheernot so for Bruce Wayne. Sure, he attended
social diners and parties, but Christmas was one of the hardest days
of the year for him. It was a day to remember all he had lost. But,
Alfred insisted on changing that. Dick was busy with the titans, but
Tim would be at the Manor. Bruce knew he should show his young ward
that he cared on Christmas. He didnt do it enough. Hed never
had a father, but he was lucky enough to have a father figure in
Alfred, and Tim should have the same.There was one thing
that Bruce had never had though. Hed never had a mother figure in
his life. No one could fill the void left by his mothers death.
Honestly, he just wanted to spend Christmas on the rooftops of
Gotham, but even the criminals seemed to take a break this time of
year. And, it was too cold to be out anyway. Everyone had plans for
Christmas. John and Shayera were off traveling the galaxy together.
Clark and Jonn were at the Kent farm, and Wally was volunteering
at the Central City orphanage as he did every year. They all had a
tradition, and Bruce followed suit. His tradition was sitting in his
living room by the fire under the shadow of his parents portrait.
Nothing had changed until he heard the door open Christmas morning.Alfred sounded
ecstatic. He got up, walking to the front door to see Dian...