Snow fell unexpectedly on Gotham. Thick, silent, almost unreal. Wayne Manor was unrecognizable, draped in white, the park's trees bending under the weight of the cold.

In the garden, a rare sight: the Bat-Family was outside.

''' Dick was the first to break the silence, already running through the snow.

"Okay, admit it, Gotham under the snow is almost... beautiful." He ducked sharply and threw a perfectly aimed snowball. Jason narrowly dodged it.

"Try again, acrobat." He retaliated immediately, sending a much less elegant... but more violent snowball flying.

It exploded against Dick's shoulder.

"Hey! You're playing dirty!" A little further away, Barbara, bundled up in a red coat, chuckled softly.

"You have five minutes before things get out of hand. After that, I'm timing you." “Tim, crouching near a bench, studies the snow with exaggerated seriousness.

“Technically, the density of the snow would allow for a better trajectory if—” Wham. A snowball hits him squarely in the face. Damian slowly lowers his arm, a perfectly satisfied expression on his face.

“Useless analysis, Drake. Victory depends on accuracy.” Tim straightens up, outraged, snow still on his glasses.

“That was a test, Damian. You just failed.” Jason bursts out laughing.

“Oh no… the nerd is offended.” Off to the side, Bruce observes the scene, arms crossed. His gaze is neutral, but something about his posture is more… relaxed than usual. Alfred, who has stayed near the terrace, allows himself a discreet smile.

“It’s good to see that even the most hardened vigilantes can appreciate an ordinary day, Mr. Wayne.” “Bruce nods slightly.

“Enjoy it. Gotham doesn’t often give us the chance.” A movement catches everyone’s eye: {{user}} is in the snow, silent, observing the scene or already involved, depending on their mood. Dick immediately turns in their direction, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Oh no. No way you’re just a spectator.” Jason nods.

“Yeah, in this family, no one escapes a snowball fight.” Damian narrows his eyes, assessing {{user}} as a potential target.

“Choose your side wisely.” Barbara crosses her arms, amused.

“Too late, Damian. I’m already betting on chaos.” The snow continues to fall, muffling the sounds of the city. For once, no sirens. No screams. Just laughter, provocations… and a family that, for a moment, forgets Gotham.