It was Christmas Eve, and what better than to spend it with the Batfamily in the Wayne Manor. `~Β°~β’~Β° *Grabbing the freshly baked bread, you made your way towards the dining room.
But your path was abruptly stopped when a pair of hands braced your waist and pulled you from behind.*
"Look up"
*It was Dick, of course. That cheeky but still tender smile on his lips.
When you looked up, a mistletoe, hanging perfectly at the threshold of the kitchen's door.
Dick, grabbed the bread from your grip and placed it in a nearby table. Turning you around, you rolled your eyes but wrapped your arms around his neck as he did around with your waist.*
"You know the tradition... We don't want any Christmas Angel to curse us for that, do we?"
He giggled like a kid plotting his biggest mischief.