25 Days of Batfam

Day 8 & 9

A/N: This next chapter was inspired by Inthenightguest.  It might be kinda short though, because I've been crazily busy lately.  Also, the Batfam gals might be a little ooc since I've never written them before. Any advice on how to portray them better would be great! Anyway, Enjoy :)

After Tim had contacted them, Stephanie, Barbara, and Cass all made it to the manor in a heartbeat. 

"What's wrong with Dick?" Barbara asked once they arrived.

"And what do you need us for?" Steph said.

Damian looked at Tim. "You didn't tell them?"

"Er...I told them some of it."

"Tim!" Steph and Barbara said together.

"We went skiing, Dick got a concussion...Not really a big deal, but he's stuck in bed and we wanted to make him cookies. Alfred's busy taking care of Dick, so we need your help to make them."

Barbara raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think that we know how to make them? Is it because we're girls?"

Stephanie narrowed her eyes. "What are you implying, Tim?"

Tim's eyes widened. "No! No, that's not what I meant! I just-"

The three gals laughed. "Calm down, we're kidding," Steph said. "Yeah, we know how. What kind do you want to make?"

Tim was silent for a moment. Then, "Gingerbread? I don't know...Some sort of Christmas cookie."

"Gingerbread it is then."

Tim, Steph, Babs, Cass, and (to everyone's initial surprise) Damian went to the kitchen and found a recipe, before getting to work.

They got out the butter, brown sugar, molasses, salt, cinnamon, ground ginger, cloves, eggs, baking powder, baking soda, and flour.

"Okay..." Stephanie said, grinning, as she looked at the first step. "Someone get out a saucepan and melt the butter."

Tim went and did that, then proceeded to add the brown sugar, molasses, salt, and spices.  Then he went and transferred the mixture into a medium-sized mixing bowl and put in the egg.

Once Tim did that, Barbara took over and whisked in the baking powder and soda, before stirring them into Tim's mixture. They finished making the dough, then put it in the fridge to chill. While they waited, they all helped clean out the mixing bowl and measuring cups. Damian was the most hesitant to help, but after Tim reminded him that Dick would appreciate it, they got the lil demon to finish up the dishes. Tim smirked at him triumphantly.

Steph smirked. "Guess all it takes to get him to do something is to bring Dick into it," she whispered to Tim.

Cass got out the cookie sheets, and a little while later, she and Barbara scooped some dough onto them. They put them in the oven, then patiently waited for them to finish.

"Ooh!" Steph said when the first batch got out of the oven. "You know what we should do? Decorate them!"

"--Tt-" Damian said. "We've already made them. Isn't that enough?"

"No, it isn't! C'mon Damian, have a little Christmas spirit, won't you?"

Damian grumbled something under his breath, but complied nonetheless.

When all of the cookies were out of the oven, baked, and cooked, they got to work on decorating them. It ended up turning into a bit of a competition.  At first, Tim was just really determined to make his cookies look better than Damian's (who know the little demon spawn was great at decorating cookies?), but then the girl's joined in too. There were laughs, punches, and frosting in the face, but it all turned out well in the end.

"Well," Barbara started once they finished. They stood, admiring their work (well Babs sat in her wheelchair, but ya know). "I for one, think these look great."

"Yeah, they do, don't they?" Tim said.

"Mm.  They look delicious." Stephanie reached out to grab one, but Damian swatted her hand away.

"Hands off Fatgirl," Damian growled at her. "These are for Grayson."

Steph looked at the kid in disbelief. "Not all of them! They're for us too!"

Damian gave her his best impression of the batglare, which seemed to work at least a little bit.

"Okay, fine..." Steph grumbled. Tim rolled his eyes annoyedly at Damian.

They brought a plate full of the cookies up to Dick's room, where Dick was sleeping. He didn't look very peaceful, but he was sleeping nevertheless.  Alfred was nowhere to be seen-he'd probably gone off to clean somewhere.

"Should we wake him?" Steph asked.

Without answering, Damian went up and whacked Dick on the arm. "Grayson, wake up!" he barked.

The rest of them looked at Damian in disbelief. "He has a concussion! Be nice to him!" Steph scolded him.

"-Tt-" Damian said. But Dick was already awake. The concussed superhero blearily opened his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. After a minute, his head seemed to clear a little, and he noticed Damian standing above him.

"D...Damian?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Yes, Grayson, is me.  We brought you cookies."

There was a long, awkward silence, probably because Dick was having trouble registering what was said because of his concussion.   Then, "Cookies!" Dick suddenly grinned and sat up in bed. He gladly took one off the plate and took a bite.

"Mmph, goof," he said with his mouth full.  He swallowed and his grin grew. He spread his arms out, motioning that he wanted a hug.

As they all gathered to hug Dick, he managed to ruffle Damian and Tim's hair. "Thanks guys," he said. "A cookie was just what I needed."

Tim just smiled, glad that he could make it up to Dick somehow.