The boy who couldn't fly (Leo Valdez and The batfam: holiday edition)

What's Christmas? It's a suprise

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"Get up, Get up! It's Christmas." An eleven year's olds voice rang through the halls of the manor. I heard Grayson jump out of bed and him starting to sing and chant as well. I heard someone calmly get ready for the day. Thump, someone fell, or was more likely pulled out of bed. "Valdez, Grayson! I'm going to kill you!" Todd growled. Those boys ran through the house a few times before Todd gave up, because he's a weakling. Eventually, the horror came, someone tried to get me out of my warm, comfortable bed.

"Get up, it's Christmas!" A hand shook me.

"Uuuggg" I turn over.

"Dam-i-an, Dam-i-an! Get up!" With each syllable he jumped on my bed.

"Get. Off." And I throw whomever trespassed my personal space.

"Gah, Dami! That's mean." He, now known as Leo, whined.

'Opps, no regrets.'

"Just your idiotic failings, Valdez." I brush it off.

He just stares at me, his eyes narrow and shouts,

"Race you down stairs." And he turns and runs off.

I just calmly walk out.

"Master Valdez, how many times do I need to tell you to not slide down the stair railing."

"A very long number."

Alfred sighed but smiled.

'Why, Valdez is just a waste of s pace, there's nothing good about him.'

"Guys, hurry up and eat so we can open presents!" Tim exclaims.

Leo sprits to the kitchen.

"Imbeciles." I mutter under my breath. 'What's so special about Christmas anyway?'

Once I got to the personal dinning room I saw Father reading a news paper and Grayson begging him for something.

"Brrruuuuuuce, can we please open our stockings noooooooow?"

"No, after breakfast."

"Pleeeeeease"

"The answer is still no."

"Please" he questioned hopefully on his knees.

"No." Father said curtly.

"You're mean." Grayson huffed and walked over to an abandoned bowl of cereal.

Father just smiled behind the news paper.

Todd snorted.
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I look out the window and see big, beautiful snowflakes floating down.

After we finished breakfast, for the most part, as some people didn't eat as much as normal, it's a waste, Father allowed us to open our stockings. I just got some doodads and other stuff I don't care about. I could see Grayson playing with a toy robin he got. For someone his age, he is a child. From the conner of my eye I could see Valdez with his head in his stocking. Drake was admiring a set of pens before laying them down beside other stationaries he got. Todd got some toy cars and sharp objects, and, is that a teddy bear!? Father is watching us from the couch, and Pennyworth is standing behind him, polite as ever, a small smile gracing his lips.
"What is the point of the useless endeavour?" I sigh.

"What is the point, what is the point?! One it is to have fun, it is not useless. It is to spend time with family and friends." Leo shouted, he sounded shocked I saw no point in this false idea of joy, peace and a person called, what was it, Santa Claus?