It was a cold Christmas afternoon in Gotham. Snow was falling everywhere. Children were having snowball fights, building snowmen and sledding. Other people were shopping for Christmas dinner and the rest were decorating.

The Wayne family had dropped by a house to have dinner. The house belonged to Bruce's parents. They hugged the children and ushered them to play or relax before they ate.

They gazed at Harley making her nervous, before they beamed. "So you're harley!" Bruce's father said. "We've heard so much about you from our son!" "Like how gorgeous you are, kind, amazing and such a-" he was interrupted by a cough from an embarrassed Bruce.

His mother held harley's hands and thanked her for staying by his side. "If Bruce has such a good wife like you, then he'll be alright!"

His mother turned to him and pinched his ear. "As for you young man" "you should call and visit more often" "We've missed our grandkids!"

Bruce winced and apologized, before explaining how busy he was.

Soon after, they were all seated and eating dinner, while chatting. It was very merry.