It's been a really long week. I'm talking, Tim and Damian haven't stopped arguing long enough to catch their breath. Jason has been pranking Dick all week. Titus has been chasing Alfred (the cat) for days. Damian somehow talked himself into bringing Batcow in the house, and Alfred (the human) has been scrubbing the floors relentlessly since. Bruce just wants his kids to settle tf down so he can get some rest before the busiest petty crime season of the year- Christmas. That's all he wants. One night, he's talking to Dinah about how exasperated he is. "I just don't know what to do." "Maybe a get along shirt?" "A what?" Dinah whips out her phone and pulls up an old picture of Artemis sharing a shirt with Wally, who is beaming broadly at the camera. The shirt has two neck holes and two sleeves. In bright blue marker, "Our Get Along Shirt." Artemis has a look of murder on her pretty face. Dinah swipes through a burst of photos, which capture Wally's grin swiftly fading as Artemis jabs him with her elbow and stomps on his foot. The final photo pictures Wally, grabbing at his shin, and Artemis dangling from the fabric of the shirt as Wally hops, howling in pain. Dinah uses her thumb to swipe to the next picture. Connor and M'gann share the same shirt and are blushing furiously. They stand as far apart as the shirt will allow. Connor has attempted to fold his arms across his chest, despite the fact that one of his arms is stuck inside the shirt. "These are brilliant, Dinah." "It gets better." Dinah swipes again. A recent picture. This one of Oliver, Roy, and Artemis wearing one enormous shirt with three neck holes and two sleeves. In bright pink marker across the front: "Our Get Along Shirt." The three archers wear near identical masks of mortification and disgust. The height difference is comical- Roy's tall, broad frame hike the collar up around Artemis's chin. Her frown is just visible above the collar. Roy has clearly crossed his arms beneath the material, and Oliver and pink in the face and pouting. Dinah's laughing so hard she can barely hold the phone still. She swipes to the next photo. In this picture, Clark and Connor wear a similar shirt, this one with two neck holes. The writing is a vibrant green. Clark looks positively resigned, and Connor looks absolutely enraged. The faint glow of the material alludes to the likely infusion of some sort of inhibitor, leaving the two men unable to simply tear the shirt. "You make these?" "Oh, yeah. I wouldn't have survived the Young justice years without them. I still use them all the time." Bruce and Dinah both think back to the picture of Oliver, Roy and Artemis, and then to the picture of Clark and Connor. Both burst into a fit of laughter. Tears are rolling down Dinah's face. They can barely stand to look at each other without bursting into laughter again. "I think I know what this years group present is." Come Christmas Day, Bruce is eager for his boys to unbox their group gift. He can't help but snicker as their excitement dissolves into small arguments. Perfect. Jason finally manages to rip open the wrapping paper. "What the fuck is this?" "Your get along shirt." This year, the Wayne family Christmas cards boast Alfred and Bruce, smiling brightly for the camera on either side of the frame. Between them, in order, Jason, Dick, Damian, and Tim. Jason and Dick wear matching expressions of indignation, Damian is practically growling- although you can hardly see it through the fabric of the shirt- and Tim is eyeing Damian like one watches a poisonous snake. They wear one huge shirt with two sleeves and four neck holes. Across the front, in an elegant black script, "Our Get Along Shirt. Merry Christmas from the Waynes."