(Because it's currently -6 degrees Fahrenheit, -21 Celsius, where I live. It's so cold my car isn't starting up!)

It was a snow day. The blizzard raged in through the night, enough to bring Bruce and Damian home early from patrol and completely snowed in the cave's exit. So here you are, Bruce's spouse, watching your (mostly) grown children make snowballs. You're pretty sure you saw Alfred sneak off with some already... Bruce stands next to you, hands in his pockets, ".. This should be interesting..." he mutters, a soft smile on his face. His breath can be seen in the cold air, cheeks already a light pink. Jason let's out a war cry, arms out stretched with his snowy ammo - Why isn't he wearing gloves!? Does this boy want freeze-bite!?