Bruce sighed into his first cup of strong black coffee. Just as he took a long sip Tim came running into the kitchen. He looked inordinately pleased with himself as he finally achieved enough forward momentum to let his stocking clad feet slide over the highly polished tile.
“’Morning B,” was the smooth, albeit brief, greeting.
It was then that World’s Greatest Detective noticed that the young man’s garish sweater had the words “Jingle bells, Batman smells” embossed across the front. Tim gave a deft twist so that Bruce was treated to the words on the back (””Robin laid an egg”).
“Tim, why are you wearing…?” was as far as Bruce got before the piercing voice of his youngest filled the room with his call for his older brother’s demise.
“من إس جلر ثانص يورث، يو وريتك!
The former Boy Wonder’s smile got even larger as Tim slid out of the kitchen and off towards the maze of rooms at the back of the mansion. Less than a second later Damian went pelting through through the kitchen.
“I shall prevail! Yours will never never be uglier than mine!,” Damien switched seamlessly to English as he zipped past his confused father. To his mild surprise Damian was also wearing a sweater but his featured a crocheted reindeer head complete with bells. “You will not defeat me!”
Alfred appeared with a plate containing breakfast, which was gently placed in front of sleep addled Dark Knight. “It would appear that Timothy’s aggressively hideous entry into Master Dick’s ugly sweater contest is the early favorite for first prize.”
“Hnnn…” Bruce sucked down the rest of his coffee hoping that the blessing of caffeine would help him to endure. He was inordinately grateful when Alfred immediately offered to refill it.
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