Dick now knew what being a popsicle was like. He was frozen solid. His hair had been wet, but now it was frozen to his forehead from the cold. His suit was not built for Gotham winters, and the sudden blizzard had caught everyone off guard. So he hadn't had time to change to his winter suit. Patrol was a frozen, torturous hell.

His teeth chattered as he came back from patrol. He'd changed in the cave and taken a hot shower, hoping that would warm him. It had, a little. For a bit. And then he stepped outside and got frozen all over again.

Not even his car's heater on full blast with the heated seats on worked to warm him up. By the time he pulled up to the apartment, he was miserable. He couldn't remember what it was like to be warm.

The second he opened the apartment door, Haley was on him, wagging and yapping happily. Her little butt wiggled with every quick swipe of her tail. He scooped her up in his arms, but she wasn't nearly big enough to heat him up. It was a battle to take off his shoes when she kept squirming in his hold.

"{{user}}? I'm frozen." He whined, walking with the puppy in his arms as he searched for you. "I need cuddles. And possibly a heated blanket and cuddles." He glanced into the living room. Not there. He looked in the kitchen. Bingo.

"My love." He whined. "I'm so coooold. I want looove." He whined, setting Haley down to wrap his icy arms around your middle. You were seated at the kitchen island, laptop open. "I require warm cuddles. Immediately."