Christmas was supposed to be one of those magical times of year when good feelings filled everyone with cheer—not so for Bruce Wayne. Sure, he attended social diners and parties, but Christmas was one of the hardest days of the year for him. It was a day to remember all he had lost. But, Alfred insisted on changing that. Dick was busy with the titans, but Tim would be at the Manor. Bruce knew he should show his young ward that he cared on Christmas. He didn't do it enough. He'd never had a father, but he was lucky enough to have a father figure in Alfred, and Tim should have the same.

There was one thing that Bruce had never had though. He'd never had a mother figure in his life. No one could fill the void left by his mother's death. Honestly, he just wanted to spend Christmas on the rooftops of Gotham, but even the criminals seemed to take a break this time of year. And, it was too cold to be out anyway. Everyone had plans for Christmas. John and Shayera were off traveling the galaxy together. Clark and J'onn were at the Kent farm, and Wally was volunteering at the Central City orphanage as he did every year. They all had a tradition, and Bruce followed suit. His tradition was sitting in his living room by the fire under the shadow of his parents' portrait. Nothing had changed until he heard the door open Christmas morning.

Alfred sounded ecstatic. He got up, walking to the front door to see Diana standing there in a red dress that clung to every curve, showing him the perfect amount of cleavage. Her beauty was enough to taunt any man, but that wasn't what drove him wild. It was her spirit and drive when it came to what she loved. Atop her head was a Santa hat. She held three packages, "Alfred invited me over for Christmas. I hope it's alright."

Inside, Bruce was screaming that it was more than alright. He wanted her there, but he couldn't let her get hurt. She was getting closer to him, but oddly he was okay with that. He just didn't want her in the public eye. It could damage her reputation. It could jeopardize his secret identity. But today, no one was around, "Come in, Diana."

She smiled, sitting on the couch beside him as Tim rushed down the stairs. His eyes widened when he saw Wonder Woman sitting next to his….well his father for lack of better words. He smiled a little. It was the first time he saw Bruce happy, "So, when do I get to open my presents."

Bruce chuckled at Tim; at least someone was still excited for Christmas, "Right now if you want."

Tim grabbed his first gift from Alfred. He smiled when he found that his costume had been modified. He looked it over. It had a more mature look to it. He smiled with excitement, "Thanks, Alfred."

Alfred nodded, smiling at the young boy, "Perhaps now people will stop calling you the boy wonder."

Diana looked over the costume, "I think it will help people to see that you're far from a boy. I can tell Bruce helped raise you to be a fine young man."

Tim nodded. He liked Diana already. She was better than half the women Bruce brought home. Hopefully, she'd get to stick around. He then turned to Bruce's present, "Cool a snowboard!"

Bruce smiled, and Diana suddenly realized how much of a father he could be, "I know you've wanted one for a while."

Tim nodded, obviously excited, "Duh, I'm gonna call up my friends right now and go try it out."

"Uh, Tim wait," He turned looking at Diana, "I got you a gift. I know it's not huge or expensive, but I thought you would like it."

Tim quickly tore through the wrapping paper, "Oh my gosh, it's the new Legends of Doom video game. It's not even supposed to be out in the U.S. You're amazing Diana. Have you ever thought about having kids because you would make a great mom. I've got to head out and show Josh."

Bruce smiled, "Okay, but be back here for dinner."

Tim nodded, "Oh, wait. I got you something Bruce."

Bruce opened his gift to reveal a scrap book, "It's great Tim. I really love it."

With that Tim was gone, and Alfred seemed to have vanished too, leaving Bruce and Diana alone. Diana smiled hoping that Alfred would like the set of silver ware she'd bought for him. She now turned her attention to Bruce handing him his present, "I hope you like it."

Bruce opened his package decked with red and green paper. He was surprised when a puppy poked its head out of the box, "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting this."

He smiled petting the small golden retriever. He picked it up out of the box. It was adorable. Diana smiled, and he knew that maybe it was time he had a pet. He hadn't since he was a little boy, "He'll need a good name."

Diana scratched behind the dog's ears, "Charlie…he looks like a Charlie to me."

Bruce smirked, "I like it, Charlie the bat hound."

Bruce gave Diana a gently kiss to the forehead in thanks as Charlie sniffed around the floor, playing with the wrapping paper and chewing on Bruce's shoes. It was then that he realized he didn't have a gift for her, and it was their first Christmas. He wanted it to be memorable, "Wait here."

He ran up to his room, looking through his mother's jewelry box. He knew it was their somewhere. He picked up the necklace. It would look perfect on Diana, and really it was time to let go—maybe even find some happiness.

He quickly returned down the stairs seeing Diana on the floor with the puppy. She had one of his old tennis balls in her hand. He watched as Charlie jumped around, wagging his tail before she would throw it and yell fetch. Bruce smiled, sitting beside her, "Charlie has really taken to you. I think he loves you already."

Diana laughed, "It's one of my powers—the ability to charm animals."

"I should have known," Bruce smirked a bit, "Bats are an animal."

Diana laughed, "Well, you charm me too."

Bruce handed Diana a small slender box, "It's for you."

She opened it to reveal one of the most beautiful pearl necklaces she'd ever seen. She was almost afraid to pick it up because of how dainty it was. She smiled a Bruce, "It's beautiful."

Bruce removed the necklace, helping Diana to put it on, "That's what my father thought when gave it to my mother when I was eight. I picked up all the pearls that night. When I got older, I had a jeweler reconstruct the necklace."

Diana bit her lip, knowing how much it meant to him, "I can't take this."

"No, you can. It's time to move on. It looks perfect on you," Bruce smiled, "My mother would have loved you. She would have wanted you to have them."

"Okay, now come on, it's going to be a while before Tim gets back. Maybe I'll let you play Santa, and I'll sit on your lap and tell you what I want for Christmas," Diana smirked, playfully to show she was joking.

Bruce smiled, leading Diana to his room. The entire time her hand went to her pearls, knowing how hard it was for Bruce to give her something like this. However, it was Tim's words that kept playing in her head. Perhaps, motherhood was in her future.