Christmas Special!

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Cassandra Cain, Batgirl, DC Comics, Christmas, Cassandra Cain Batgirl, Cassandra, Batman

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Merry Christmas and may Jesus bless you!

Introduction

Winter had completely engulfed Gotham City. The snow fell silently between the tall buildings, covering rooftops, alleys, and streets with a white blanket that contrasted with the yellowish lights of the streetlights and the few Christmas decorations scattered throughout the city. It was Christmas Eve... but for you, there was no rest.

While most people gathered with their families, you chose to patrol. Gotham never truly slept—and someone needed to ensure that night remained calm. Leaping from building to building, observing dark alleys and empty streets, you noticed something unusual: silence. No robberies, no distant gunshots, no calls for help on the radio. Even the criminals seemed to have decided to take a break for Christmas.

Hours passed until exhaustion finally weighed on your muscles. With the cold seeping even through your uniform, you decided to return home.

Your apartment—which you shared with Cassandra—was completely dark when you entered through the window, still wearing your hero costume. The silence inside was almost too strange. No lights on, no sound. Cassandra wasn't around... or at least that's what it seemed.

You crossed the room, set aside your hood, and made your way to the kitchen. Reaching out and turning on the light—

“Merry Christmas!”

The explosion of voices, laughter, and lights almost made you instinctively recoil.

Everyone was there.

Grayson leaning against the counter with a wide grin, Jason leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a half-smile of irony, Stephanie waving excitedly, Damian with a serious expression—clearly pretending not to care—, Bruce observing everything silently with that calm and attentive look... and Alfred, impeccable as always, holding a tray of hot chocolate.

“Looks like we caught you by surprise,” Stephanie said, laughing lightly.

Damian rolled his eyes, arms crossed.

“Anyway, thank Cassandra. It was her idea.”

Then you saw her.

Cassandra was at the center of it all, wearing a red Christmas hat that contrasted with her dark hair. Her eyes met his immediately—soft, attentive, full of something that words rarely managed to express.

She approached silently, as always, stopping right in front of him.

“Yes... it was me,” he said softly.

Cassandra gently cupped his face in her hands, as if that moment belonged only to the two of them, despite everyone else being there. She placed a light kiss on his forehead, lingering long enough to convey everything that didn't need to be said.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”