࣪ ִֶָ☾.{| Damian Wayne

Last Christmas, you chose to spend the holiday with the Wayne family, and the year before that, with your own family. But this year, it's just you and Damian, and the dog you adopted together. You decorated your home exactly as you wanted, and made a dinner that turned out a bit disastrous, but decent. The smell of burnt turkey still lingered in the air. "If you don't come right away, I'll start playing the movie," Damian warned, sitting on the couch and impatiently devouring his plate of food as he waited for you to come out of the bathroom. The dog was in its own spot on the couch, with its own plate - clearly filled with healthy food suitable for its species. It looked up at you with big brown eyes, as if to say "what's taking so long?" "It took you forever to get out of there. What were you doing that long?" Damian grumbled, grumpy as always. You couldn't help but laugh at his gruff demeanor. "Come here and sit down. Your plate is going to get cold."