A/N: Sorry again that this is so short, but it's Christmas Eve, so ya know, I've been busy. Hope you all had a great day! I can't believe it's actually Christmas tomorrow :p Anyway, enjoy!

December had passed by way too quickly. Before anyone knew it, it was Christmas Eve.

Alfred was busy in the kitchen all day, preparing a fine feast for later in the evening. Bruce was busy buying some last minute Christmas presents, and Jason was as well. Tim and Dick were helping Alfred bake some gingerbread cookies, and Damian was sneakily trying to find where his presents were hidden. So far, he hadn't had any luck though. Alfred was super good at hiding Christmas presents.

Everyone, even Alfred, was wearing ugly Christmas sweaters. It was great. Even Bruce and Damian were in the holiday spirit.

In the afternoon, Dick, Tim, and Jason sat down to watch 'Its a Wonderful Life,' but Jason left soon after it started saying something like, "I can't watch this black and white crap!" Only he didn't say "crap". Dick didn't even get the chance to tell him that they could watch the colored version instead, but Tim didn't seem too upset that Jason had left. Tim and Dick enjoyed the movie though, and finished it around the same time that Bruce arrived back home.

The rest of the day was very enjoyable for everyone, and there was surprisingly no arguing going on (Christmas miracle, right?). Damian places the star on the tree, they had a very filling fest, and tons of dessert after. Everyone (except Alfred and Damian, of course) had a bit of eggnog and started singing Christmas carols, half drunk.

Then, after everyone had their fill of food, Alfred brought out five carefully wrapped boxes, and handed one to everyone. "There you go," Alfred said. "I expect each of you to wear these tonight and tomorrow morning."

Bruce raised an eyebrow as he looked down at his box. "What is it?" He paused. "It's not pajamas, is it? Tell me you didn't get us pajamas, Alfred."

Jason suddenly looked horrified. "What if...They're matching?"

Bruce's face turned a shade lighter. "Then there's definitely no way I'm wearing them."

Dick scowled. "Aw, lighten up guys. It's Christmas." Bruce sighed and opened his, along with everyone else, and sure enough, they were matching Christmas pajamas.

"Great…" Jason said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Tt." Damian said. "You expect us to WEAR these?"

Alfred gave a nod, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I do Master Damian. Now all of you go and change into them right this instant."

Dick was (naturally) the only one who didn't go grudgingly. He actually seemed excited to wear them, which Jason found absurd.

Nevertheless, everyone put them on. Dick practically squealed when he saw everyone. "We're all matching! Ah, this is great! Alfie, take a picture, won't you?!"

Alfred gave the slightest of smirks. "Why, Is love to, Master Richard." He went to get a camera, then grouped everyone together so he could take a picture. "Smile. And that means you too, Master Bruce," he said, then snapped a photo.

Everyone except for Dick was frowning. Damian and Tim were glaring at each other, Jason was shoving Tim, and Bruce was staring at Alfred with a murderous expression. Dick, meanwhile, had his arms wrapped around Bruce and Damian. He looked positively cheerful, and Alfred was glad that at least someone did.

"Well then," Alfred exclaimed after the photo was taken. "I do believe it's time for everyone to retire for bed. I expect you'll be waking up at an ungodly hour, after all."

Everyone muttered their tired 'goodnight s' to each other, and Alfred smiled. Tomorrow was Christmas, and he had a good feeling about it. Maybe, just maybe, they go go through the day without any incidents.

It was Christmas, after all. The unthinkable could happen.