When Damian explained everything to Bruce, he cared more about the identities than about Damian losing his friend. So their talking turned into a screaming match, and Damian had the upper hand.

"AND IF YOU WOULD HAVE JUST LET ME TELL HER, NOME OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW IF SHE US TRUSTWORTHY!"

"SHE HAS BEEN FRIENDS WITH BLAKE FOR YEARS! PIXIE IS THE MOST TRUSTWORTHY, HONNEST PERSON ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH!"

"DO YOU REALLY WANT HER IN THIS LIFE?!"

"IF IT MEANS I WILL NO LONGER HAVE TO LIE TO HER, YES!" Damian took a deep breath, "I'm not sighing her up to be Robin, Father. I just want to be honest with her. Like how Pennyworth does not have a secret identity but he is always with you. But she would certainly make a better partner than Fatgirl-"

"Damian."

"Do you have the ability to let me have a fantasy for more ten seconds?"

"No."

The door to Bruce's office busted open reveling Blair two bottles of vodka and Jason.

"So, Demon. I know Pix for three and a half years and nothings happens, you know her three months and she knows my secrect identity. How the hell do you manage to do somethig like that?"

"I saved her when I was on patrol last night and she was able to deduce my identity, and everyone else's, from our short meeting."

Blair glared at Damian while taking a swig from each bottle. "Well now it's a week until Christmas and my best friend hates me. If you don't fix this, I will destroy you."

"Tt. You would never do such a thing with me because Pixie and I-"

"Currently arn't on speaking terms. Get it though your skull, Demon. Right now Pixie dosn't like either of us."

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One week. That is how long Damian and Pixie went without talking. She stopping giving him a death glare on day one, but she wasn't smiling.

Damian missed he smile.

On the last school day before Winter break and the day before Christmas eve, Damian talked to Pixie.

She was outside, beginning her walk home in the below freezing temperatures.

"Pixie!"

She turned.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Pixie, I wish to speak with you. I...I am sorry-"

"You don't have to apologize. I completely overreacted, you were just trying to keep me safe. I'm sorry for being such a jerk."

"You were not 'a jerk.' When you trust someone and they lie to you, it's hard to build back trust. Thank you for trusting me."

They were standing very close to each other, their breaths were coming out it little puffs of white.

"I'm freezing out here. Are you cold?" Pixie asked.

"No, not really, but if you come to the manor with me Pennyworth will make us hot chocolate."

"I have some Swiss Miss at home."

"What?"

"It's the chocolate powder you mix with hot water to make hot chocolate."

Damian grabbed Pixie's hand. "I will not allow you to have such an inferior form of hot chocolate ever again."

They went to the limo, where Alferd was waiting for Damian. When he saw Pixie a gargantuan smile filled his face. The car conversation was more about how awful Swiss Miss was compared to real hot chocolate, than anything else. Sure enough when they arrived at the manor, Alferd made to Leo cups of hot chocolate quicker than the Flash.

When Alferd left the room Damian told everything. He told about his mother and how he was perfected in an artifical womb. He told about his training as a young child. He told about meeting his father and becoming Robin. He told about his father's death and his time with Dick as Batman. When Damian was done, Pixie stared at him for a moment.

"Whoa. You are the most impressive boy I have ever met ever."

"I know, but thank you for listening, and not hating me. I know I have done horrible things in my lifetime."

"That's all over now, Dami."

Damian did not know how to explain to Pixie, the most innocent girl he had ever met, how his past was never truly gone. Instead he remained slient and finished his cup of hot chocolate.

"I have something that belongs to you." Damian said as he took a black box out of his pocket.

"Have you been keeping that with you the entire time?"

"Yes."

Pixie smiled as Damian took the dimond encrusted, butterfly necklace our of it's box. He put the necklace on her, letting his hands lingur a little longer than they needed to.

"I have an important question for you Miss Witsel."

Pixie giggled. "Yes, Mr. Wyane."

"The day after tomorrow is Christmas and I was hoping you could join my family on Christmas morning."

"I'll ask my parents. My grandmother is visiting and she might not let me come over."

"Than don't listen to her."

"That's not how it works."

"Yes it is."

"I'll see what they say."

"I expect you to be there."

"Damian, I have to go home."

"Be there."

"Goodbye Dami."

"I will see you on Christmas."

"Okay, fine. You'll see me on Christmas."

Damian smiled, "Exalant."