Dick was never the serious brother, he was older and took pride in bugging the shit out of Bruce and all his siblings. This included you. Espically you, he begged You to make a gingerbread house with him. He saw a Batman themed one at the store and bought it.

"That's not where the batmobile goes anyway, you know this — you've drove it." Dick poked at your cheek with a grin, the gingerbread house sucked and looked like a Toddler put it together. He didn't care, not much, Bruce would be the one cleaning the mess anyway.