It's short, (810 words) but you know. This is just part one, It'll probably have three parts, and for this chapter I really just wanted to focus on Damian and Bruce. Sorry if it's OOC. I think the next chapter will come out tomorrow, and this will be about the whole brother thing in between all the Robins.

When Dick trotted into the kitchen that morning, Bruce knew that his oldest child was going to make the whole house celebrate Christmas this year, whether they liked it or not.

Or more specifically, he was going to force Damian to celebrate Christmas.

The kid had been totally indifferent to the whole idea of Christmas. He had insisted that there shouldn't be a tree, that there was no Santa, that putting up decorations was just a waste of money, and that the day should be treated as any other. Which was fine with Bruce. Alfred was having some trouble adapting.

How Dick had managed to celebrate Christmas last year was a mystery to Bruce. Although, Dick made just about everyone feel the Christmas cheer. Plus, Bruce was sure that the bond Dick shared with Damian helped tremendously.

But Dick had drug Damian out the door at ten 'o clock sharp, and had only just brought the kid home. At six 'o clock at night. Damian's arms were full of Christmas decorations and Dick was dragging a Christmas tree in the house. Damian's eyes were narrowed into a glare, and he dropped the decorations on the couch with a thunk. But Bruce could tell that he wasn't actually angry. When Damian was angry, he voiced it. With some rather colorful words.

"Bruce! Alfred!" Shouted Dick, as he started to set up the Christmas tree.

Bruce started down the stairs, and Alfred came out of the kitchen.

A rather miffed Damian sat on the couch with his arms folded across his chest. Dick had set up the Christmas tree, which was actually real. He pulled out a set of lights, and started wrapping it around the tree. Bruce let a smile cross his lips and set out to help the younger man set up the lights.

Twenty minutes later, Bruce and Dick were standing back, looking at their handy work with very scratched arms. Alfred had just finished baking some cookies and making hot chocolate for the group. Damian still sat on the couch, but he looked slightly less annoyed. Maybe he was even getting a little bit swept away in the holiday cheer.

"Time to decorate it!" Bruce announced. Maybe Dick's holiday cheer was rubbing off on him too.

Dick smiled, but it wasn't one of the holiday cheer. It was one of those smiles where he had a mischievous idea, and he was going to put into action, just not at that moment.

"Not quite yet." Replied Dick.

The whole house was decorated. There wasn't an inch of it that didn't have some sort of holiday ornament, even though Dick had to know that it was all coming down in a day or two. But even Damian was eventually helping decorate. Dick sang Christmas Carols, while Bruce and Alfred hummed along.

Damian didn't join in on the singing, but at least there was an improvement in his Christmas spirit.

But the tree was still bare, except for the lights which glowed on it's branches. Dick had insisted that it would not be touched until he said so. He then left, promising that he would be back within an hour or so.

Alfred decided to make a last minute Christmas Eve dinner, and so he had hurried into the kitchen.

Damian had sat back down on the couch, and Bruce decided to take the opportunity to try to be a better father.

"What do you think about the decorations?" Asked Bruce, sitting down beside him.

"It's stupid. Why waste your money on stupid things that you leave up for two days?"

Bruce paused. Almost all his boys had liked Christmas, at least when they were young. Damian was the first to act this way, and Bruce wanted to know why, but at the same time he didn't want to push it.

"Dick's favorite time of year was-is-Christmas, as you can tell." Said Bruce, gesturing at the Christmas decorations. "He loves the spirit that fills the air. He loves giving to everyone else. Dick just likes being happy, and Christmas is always a happy time."

Damian snorted, pulling his knees up and resting his chin on them.

Bruce stared at his son, wondering what to say, what to ask.

"Damian, why do you hate Christmas?"

Bruce knew that Damian was mature for his age. He knew what had to be done, and did it. But at the same time he had to remind himself that he was only a kid. Dick had once told Bruce that Damian liked-wanted-approval, even though he insisted that he couldn't care less about it.

"It's stupid." He stated bluntly. "I've never celebrated it before."

"Well then," Smiled Bruce. "Let's make the first one, the best one."