The soft flurries of snow added anthor layer to the thick blanket that had already formed. In Gotham there was almost always a white Christmas.

The Wayne Manor was filled with more people than usual, and they (to much surprise) were all happy. Damian was the only one that was sitting on the edge of his chair, waiting for the doorbell to ring. When it did he was at the door in a matter of seconds.

"Master Damian! I have opened the door for years. I do not plan on stopping now." Damian scowled at the butler but took a step back. Alferd opened the the large, oak door.

"Hi Alferd. Hi Dami. Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, Pixie."

"Merry Christmas, Mistress Pixie. Would you like me to take that box from you?"

Pixie looked at the large box she was holding and than at Alferd.

"No, I got it but thank you." Damian gestured Pixie to the kitchen where the rest of the Bats were sitting.

Damian looked around the large table before talking to Pixie. "You obviously know Father, Grayson, Gordon, Todd, Blake, Cain, Brown, and Drake. That is Lucius Fox and his son, Luke. That is Dr. Leslie Tomkins. That is Kate Kane."

"Demon, did you actually introduce people by their first name?" Tim asked, shocked. The younger boy glared at him.

"It is Christmas, Drake. I am obligated to be 'kind' to people."

"MERRY CHRISTMAS PIX!" Blair forced her best friend into a tight hug. Jason, who knew Blair's deep hatred of hugs, was preparing for the world to suddenly end.

"Merry Christmas to you too." Pixie hugged back, knowing this was a special opportunity.

"So Blondie, you and Blair made up?" Jason asked.

"Of course! If I wasn't friends with Blair who would attempted to stop her from doing stupid things!" Blair rolled her eyes but said nothing.

"What's in the box?" Dick asked.

"Gifts!" Pixie passed out buttons with the different insignia to all the members of the Batfamily.

"Where did you find a Red Swan button?" Blair asked.

"I made it," Pixie responded.

"Well, now that Pixie gave her presents I'm giving mine." Dick went upstairs before coming back with many wrapped boxes. The rest of the Bats followed suit and gave out their gifts. Some presents were useful, like Damian getting a new laptop from Bruce. Some were adorable, like Dick and Babs giving each other Batgirl and Nightwing plushies. Others were straight up cruel, like Jason getting a huge candy cane in the shape of a crowbar.

When all the gift giving was over members of the Batfamily split up and went to differnt sections of the manor. Damian and Pixie claimed the media room. Pixie was laying on Damian's stomace while he drew in his new sketchbook (a gift from Pixie) with his new color pencils (a gift from Alferd).

"What do you draw? You're always drawing something."

"I draw many different things."

"Like what?"

"People. "

"Like who?"

"....."

"Dami? What's wrong?"

"Pennyworth decorates everywhere."

"Huh?"

"There is a Christmas plant right above us. It's bothering me."

Pixie looked up to see mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

"Yep! Just a boring plant!" The girl's face was a glowing red and her voice was high pitched.

"Is something wrong?"

"NOPE. NOTHING IS WRONG."

Damian's expression clearly showed 'I don't believe you' but he said nothing

"I'm just going to take that down," Pixie said as she looked at the mistletoe.

"No. Your. Not," Blair commanded. Before either of the teen could react Blair pushed their heads together, creating one of the most awkward first kisses of all time.

When Blair released them Damian was blushing profusely and you could fry an egg on Pixie's face.

"I'M SO PROUD OF YOU TWO! ARE YOU YOU GUYS PROUD?!"

To Pixie and Damian's horror the entire Batfamily was standing in the doorway.

"I-you-ah...but. Alferd could you drive me home?"

"Of course, Miss Pixie."

Pixie stood up, only mumering "Merry Christmas," before leaving.

There was a moment of silence, besides Blair's deep breathing so she could calm down.

"Father...since Pixie and I...um...had lip contact...does that mean I am obligated to take her on a date?"

At that moment Blair squealed in a way that put the Canary Cry to shame.