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At Wayne Manor, after the first snow began to fall, Dick and Damian were outside watching it. Dick noticed that Damian didn’t have mittens on, which worried Dick.
“Damian, did Alfred not give you the mittens for your hands?” Dick asked.
“Tt. I don’t need one,” Damian said.
“Damian, you would get frostbite and be sick. Alfred will have my head if I let that happen,” Dick said.
Dick pulled the extra pairs of mittens from his coat pocket and put the mittens on Damian’s hands. Damian had never felt like that before as he watched Dick putting the mittens on his hands.
“Why do you care about me, Grayson?” Damian asked.
“Because you’re my little brother and my responsibility since Bruce was gone,” Dick replied, rubbing Damian’s hands to make sure they weren't cold. “Do you want to learn how to build a snowman?”
“Tt! I do not want to build a snowman, Grayson!” Damian said.
“Damian, this would give you experience while out in the snow since I’m guessing you've never seen one from where you used to live,” Dick said.
“Grayson, I did see the snow, but I won’t do the childish thing of building the snowman,” Damian said.
“Not unless you want to compete against me?” Dick smirked.
“You’re on!” Damian said, accepting the challenge.
Over the next several hours, Dick and Damian were building the snowman while agreeing that Alfred would be the judge to decide who would be the winner and get Alfred’s cookies. When they finished building the snowman, Damian had already taken off his mittens to put on the snowman, but Batman's snowman turned out to be an elephant. Dick had noticed Damian not wearing his mittens again, so he pulled his own and put them on Damian’s hands to keep them warm.
“Here you go, Baby Bat,” Dick murmured.
“Tt,” Damian said, but hiding his blush, feeling a little embarrassed and warm, “I don’t need your help, Grayson.”
Alfred came out with two cups of hot chocolate when he headed toward the two boys. Dick and Damian looked up when they saw Alfred.
“Your hot chocolate, Master Dick, Master Damian,” Alfred said.
Damian and Dick took the cups from Alfred’s hands.
“Thanks, Alfie,” Dick smiled.
“Thank you, Pennyworth,” Damian said.
“Hey, Alfred. Can you judge which snowman is the better one?” Dick asked.
Alfred looked at the boys before seeing the snowmen they had made. He nodded and walked over to study which one. While Alfred is checking out, Dick and Damian are sipping their hot chocolate while waiting. Soon, Alfred came back to the boys.
“I have decided that Master Damian’s snowman is great art, and it shows great detail. In comparison, Master Dick’s snowman shows good art to remind him of the days at the circus. They both are good, but Master Damian is the winner,” Alfred said.
Damian can feel his face get hot, and his heart feels warm and proud. Dick smiled brightly at Damian.
“Alright, Baby Bat,” Dick said as he hugged Damian while rubbing his hands to make sure that the mittens kept Damian’s hands warm.