A/N: I was randomly daydreaming when I thought of this. Christmas is my favorite time of year. Dick Grayson is my favorite crime fighter. It just works.

Disclaimer: If I owned Young Justice, it wouldn't have such a messed up airing schedule. So, no, I don't own anything but this particular story.

"'Twas the night before Christmas. When all through the house,\ not a creature was stirring…" Except for Dick Grayson that is.

Well, it wasn't really night, it was about five in the morning.

Dick slipped out of bed, changed from his pajamas to his jeans, a sweater, and a jacket, and crept over to his window. He opened it, jumped to the sturdiest branch of the nearby tree, and flipped to the ground as he had done numerous times before. Dick searched around the yard for a moment, and pulled two roses from Alfred's garden.

He then took off running and didn't stop until reaching his destination: Gotham Cemetery. Panting, he slowed to a walk and headed towards a double tombstone on a small hill.

"Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad." Dick whispered, placing the roses on the graves of John and Mary Grayson respectively.

He lay down between them and closed his eyes, trying in vain to stop the tears.

About an hour later, with the sun beginning to rise, Dick sensed someone coming up behind him. He stood abruptly to find Barbara Gordon looking at him with an expression of sorrow, relief, and concern.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she said.

She sat down beside Dick. "You really miss them, don't you?" She, of course, knew that he missed them, but felt that she had to state the obvious to get Dick to talk about it. It worked.

"Yeah…Don't get me wrong. Bruce and Alfred are great, but…I'd give anything to have them with me again, especially on Christmas."

Silence reigned for a long moment.

"So," Dick said, "What are you doing here so early? I thought the cemetery creeped you out."

"Bruce and Alfred realized that you were missing and got worried. They called me to see if I knew where you might be. Bruce and I put our heads together and figured you might be here."

"Oh,"

There was another long moment of silence. Babs couldn't take it much longer. She knew that her friend was aching inside and needed someone to talk to.

"I know," she started, "Christmas is a time for family…but you have to promise me one thing, Dick."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Promise me that you won't forget about the family you still have. You have Bruce, Alfred, Roy, Wally, all of your other friends, and…You have me. We may not be biologically related to you, but we're here and we care about you." She then cleared her throat awkwardly and added in a stern voice, "Besides, it's Christmas. You can't be sad on Christmas. I won't allow it."

With that, she got up and left Dick to think.

"Thanks, Babs!" He called to her retreating back.

"Merry Christmas!"

Dick chuckled to himself. Babs sure does know how to spread Christmas cheer…Wait, doesn't she celebrate Hanukkah? Okay, maybe she just knows how to spread all-around holiday cheer.

THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY. I'm going to involve Bruce, Alfred, Roy, and the members of Robin's team in later chapters, so stick around!

IDEAS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED. If there's something you'd like to see the characters do for the holidays, tell me in a review!"