DJG: Yes, I'm aware I need to focus on the stories I already have, but…le sigh. I was hoping to get the next chapter of Who Could Guess? out by Christmas, but unless I type as fast as a speeding bullet it's not going to happen. :/ But since I love you guys and wanted to give you something for Christmas, I decided to do this Batfamily drabble thing. Basically, review me a prompt and I'll give you a holiday drabble about the character/prompt of your choice. Merry Christmas. XD

Muse: The rules are pretty simple. For now, one prompt per person. As funny as it would be…making her write like, 30 chapters at once would break her. And then you'd never know how WCG will end. Chapters will be like, 300 words and up. Depends on how 4W350M3 of a prompt it is. The chapters will be the username of the person who requested it so if you don't like other people you can ignore their stuff. Anything else?

DJG: I dunno. I'm not really good with villains, so sticking to Batfamily would make me happy, but then again, it's their Christmas gift. *shrug* Bring it ON! *pulls out keyboard and pencil*

Muse: This is InDaHood's prompt, so yaysies for her! She requested Jason and Damian interacting, with beating up people, eating cookies, and crossdressing. This one's a doozy.

"This is, without a doubt, the most outrageous thing I have ever done." Damian droned, glaring at the frilly red dress he was wearing with much distaste, itching his short dark wig irritably.

"Shut up!" Jason snapped, smacking him on the back of the head. "As stupid as these disguises are, it's still a mission. If we screw it up, Bruce'll have our asses." His rant would've been more threatening if Jason's fingernails didn't have swirly snowflakes on them to match the ice blue of the dress his disguise consisted of.

Yes, it was true, the two most badass and tough Batboys had been powdered, shaved, and shoved into dresses (courtesy of Dick, who just happened to have some on hand) for the good of the Mission. When Jason and Damian had finally been untied and had escaped from Stephanie, Cass, Tim, and Dick…that was when the awkward part happened.

Bruce still had to explain what the 'mission' was. While Jason took his usual pose (arms and legs crossed, leaning against something and looking away, which was ruined completely by the long blond wig, evening gown, and heels) Damian seethed, face almost as red as his dress.

"Father, is there a good reason why Brown or Cain cannot go in our places? Why must we degrade ourselves like this?" he hissed.

Bruce blinked. "Yes, there is. Stephanie and Cass are going to a different ball on the other side of town, along with their dates, Tim and Dick."

Jason's head snapped around. "Dates? Why couldn't I be Steph's date and Tim be the cross dresser?"

Bruce frowned. "Because Tim's identity is currently living, unlike yours. As far as the media knows, Jason Todd is dead. So if Bruce Wayne's son is caught cross dressing in public, it'll look bad."

Jason looked about ready to breathe fire. "Bruce Wayne's other son is cross dressing in public."

Bruce nodded. "And if you're caught, Damian will claim you're a kidnapper into Lolita boys and he was forced into it."

Alfred, who had been watching from the corner, excused himself to go have a laughing fit while Jason tried to set Bruce on fire with his glare alone. Damian glowered.

"Father. I better be well compensated for this!"

Bruce gave his youngest a look. "Oh? What kind of compensation did you have in mind?"

Damian's face turned sour. "I demand full rights to at least four batches of Pennyworth's Christmas cookies. The ones with the frosting. And the sprinkles."

Jason snorted. "If you're getting four, I'm getting five! This is fuckin' ridiculous!"

Damian's pout was only accented by the dark lipstick. "Todd, you get nothing! You act like a female all the time, how is looking the part any different?"

Jason slapped him across the face. "Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you."

Damian slapped him back, face twisted into a snarl. "Don't tell me what to do, Todd!"

With that, they began to attack each other, heels, jewelry, and Damian's wig flying.

Alfred abruptly intervened, stepping between them with a tray of cookies. "Ahem. I suggest if you two wish for any treats, you hurry up and do as Master Bruce requests. I'll get to baking so that there are plenty when you return."

Grumbling, both boys grabbed a cookie and hobbled towards the car, heels clicking awkwardly.

"I'm driving, demon."

"No, I'm driving! Don't you dare get in the driver's seat, Todd! TODD!"

Bruce watched them from his place by the computer. "Hm. They seem to work well together."

DJG: I hope them attacking each other counts as beating up people, I couldn't find a way to slip that in there without making it realllllly looooong. Hope you like it, InDaHood!

Muse: And now other people can prompt the crap out of her! She's on Christmas vacation, she ain't doing anything anyway!