I know I haven't made a one shot in like a week or something and I'm sorry

Damian: 9
Dick: 20
Bruce: 40's or something idk
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"Damian! You cannot keep disobeying my orders like that! You could get you or someone else hurt or worse!" Bruce yelled, glaring at his son who sat with his arms crossed looking away. "We'll talk about this later." Bruce said, obviously still angry.

"Ya know, Santa doesn't bring presents to bad kids." Dick said, just now walking into the Batcave after hearing about the situation. "Santa? What are you talking about Grayson?" Damian replied, irritated.

Dick's jaw dropped. His shocked expression was soon replaced with a smirk. "You know, Santa, Kris Kringle, Saint Nick, Present Bringer." Damian remained a confused look. Dick gasped. "You really don't know who Santa is!"

Dick rushed over to sit by Damian. "Santa Claus comes around every Christmas and brings presents to all the good kids and coal to the bad kids." Dick said with a huge grin. "He rides around in a big sleigh pulled by flying reindeer!"

"That's preposterous, Grayson! Reindeer don't fly." Damian said, not buying any of it. "You've met Martians and Kryptonians, it's not too unbelievable." Dick answered smugly. Damian opened his mouth to say something, but closed it, not having a good answer. Dick chuckled at his reaction.

A few moments of silence passed until Damian looked up at Dick after thinking. "How does he get the presents inside?" He asked softly, tilting his head like a puppy. "He comes in through the chimney and puts all the presents under the tree." Dick said. "So he's an intruder!" Damian nearly yelled. "Does he rob people in return for the presents?"

"What? No!" Dick laughed. "How else would he get inside? No one exactly leaves their doors unlocked at night and breaking a window would be even more burglarish." Dick answered. Damian looked back down.

"How do all the presents get made?"

This went on for about another hour. Damian asking questions and Dick doing his best to answer them. Needless to say, Dick was having fun. Dick finally stood up, getting ready to leave. "Remember, only good boys get presents for Christmas." He said with a smile, then left. Damian thought about what he said for a while before getting up himself.

He made his way to Bruce's study. Bruce had his left hand holding his head up by his forehead while he wrote things down with his right. He clearly looked upset. Damian shuffled up to the open door and knocked. Bruce looked up, "What is it, Damian?" He asked, sounding tired.

Damian walked in a bit further. "I-I would like to..apologize for earlier on patrol, Father." He said quietly, looking at the floor. Bruce was shocked at what he'd said. He was expecting him to start an argument with him about something.

His shock showed still as Damian looked up. Damian mistook it for anger and started to feel more nervous than before. "I'll leave you alone.." he said, turning to leave. "Come here Damian." Bruce said, realizing his mistake. Damian hesitantly walked over to Bruce.

He was still looking at the floor as arms wrapped around him. He looked up, confused. "I forgive you. I'm sorry that I yelled at you earlier, I just don't want to see you get hurt." Bruce said. Damian nodded and slowly hugged Bruce back.

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I know this was pretty short but I wanted to get something done 😅 I hope you liked it though. I tried to add some fluff to make up for my absence.

In other news, I'm working on a second part for Switcheroo and the next part in Infected so be looking for those next!