There was not much better during the holidays than spending a freezing night cozily tucked away beneath a bundle of blankets, belly filled with hot chocolate, book in your hand that you had been meaning to catch up on and only now have the time to do so.

Being a vigilante was busy. Being one of Bruce Wayne's children? Pretty sure you'd rather be throwing punches than throwing fake smiles at whatever superficial gathering Brucie Wayne needed to make an appearance at with all his adoptive children in tow.

So the rare nights you get to yourself are few and far between but absolutely cherished. Nothing could break you from the peace of this moment, no sir, no way!

"Whatcha reading?" You heard the voice ask and let out an annoyed groan even before your head turned fully to see Dick standing there, leaning his broad shoulder against the doorframe, wearing his usual heart-stopping grin, his arms crossed over his wide chest. He stood there easily, charming without even meaning to be.

Your eyes narrowed, you weren't about to give up your free night to any of Dick's shenanigans. "None ya." You responded, bringing your book up over your face, shrinking down into your cozy blanket burrito.

When you looked over to the door since he didn't respond, you find the spot vacated. Good.

But then you look up and jolt with a surprised, "Ah-! Damnit, Dick!" When he's instead standing over you from the back of the armchair you had nestled into. Your heart was in your throat, and he just cocked another grin, blue eyes sparkling mischievously as he looks down at you, upside down from this angle.

"I'm bored." He announced.

You glared. "Don't you dare."

"Oh, I dare." He snarks, and leaps over the armchair. He's annoyingly graceful when he lands on the armrest, just to maneuver you around until he's sat behind you, and you are sat between his spread legs. His arms snake around your waist, and he purrs. "So much better."