25 Days of Batfam

Day 10

"Damian! Damian! Damian, Damian, Damian! Lil' D! Dami-"

"Grayson, what IS it?" Damian demanded as he stormed into the dining room of Wayne Manor. "Your repetitive shouting was not needed, as I was in the next room."

"Damian! Damian! Damian-"

"GRAYSON!!!" Damian roared. "Tell me what you want before I get Pennyworth to shut your mouth."

Dick grinned very widely and pointed to the window. "It's snowing!"

Damian rolled his eyes. "How very observant of you," he said sarcastically. "Now why don't you go bother Drake or Todd instead? I have things of actual importance to attend to."

"But they're busy! And It's snowing Lil'D! The first snowfall of this year! Do you know what this means?"

"What," Damian grumbled.

Dick ran out of the dining room to get his coat. "SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!" he exclaimed.

Damian narrowed his eyes. "No," he said plainly. "The last time we did that, Drake hit me in the nose and it bled."

Dick went over and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the door. "Aw, c'mon Lil' D! It'll be fun! And then I'll get Alfred to make us some hot chocolate after.  It'll be just you and me this time!"

"Tt- I will not waste my time with these undignified activities.  I absolutely refuse."

"It will be good target practice. And if you win, I'll buy you an extra Christmas present. Oh, and I'll take you to the arcade."

Damian was silent for a few moments, seemingly contemplating this offer. Then...

"Deal."

Dick's grin widened. "Great! You won't regret this Damian. Now get your coat and gloves on, and let's go!"  He paused. "Oh, and hat, scarf, extra warm socks... Alfred will kill me if you catch a cold or anything after being in the snow."

Damian glared at Dick. "There is no need to treat me like a child. I can handle myself."

Dick ruffled Damian's hair before pulling on his boots. "Sure you can," he said.

"Tt- Let's just get going so I can beat you already."

Dick chuckled and led Damian outside to the snow. Because the property was so large, there was a ton of untouched, pure white snow. It was a beautiful sight, all of the trees covered in the light powder with small icicles hanging down from their branches.

"Okay," Dick said once they were situated.  "Five minutes to build a fort and start forming snowballs. Then the fight begins."

Damian grinned (though he would later deny he did) and eagerly got down in the snow and started forming a fort. The snow was just the right type for doing so.

On the other side of the yard, Dick was beginning to build his own fort.  As quickly as he could, he patched the snow together to form a decent sized barrier to protect him from Damian's snowballs. It was pretty sturdy too, which was just what Dick wanted.

After he finished with that, he had about 30 seconds left to spare, and started forming snowballs. He glanced over to Damian's side and saw the boy still patching up his fort. Dick raised an eyebrow in surprise. Damian's fort was impressive. It was larger than his own, and looked even sturdier too. But then again, what else did he expect from the ex assassin?

"Okay-" Dick said after the 30 seconds had passed. "-Times up! Now ready-set.....Fight!"

Damian made the first move, launching a smooth snowball at Dick, who yelled as he had to dodge out of the way to avoid it. He saw Damian smirk. "Scared, Grayson?"

"You wish," Dick replied with a matching smirk of his own.  With all his might, he threw a snowball at Damian. The younger boy easily dodged out of the way.

"Pathetic," Damian commented at Dick's through.  "Can't you throw any better?"

"Hey!" Dick said as Damian threw another snowball at him. It came so quickly that he couldn't dodge out of the way this time, and he fell backwards as it hit him. "Oof," he muttered. He quickly got back up to his knees.  "Now you're getting it." 

He grinned again as he formed another snowball and shot it at his lil bro. Damian's eyes widened as part of his fort fell apart when the snowball hit it. The younger boy had to duck out of the way as an assault of snowballs flew over his head and destroyed more of his fort.

Damian suddenly kept up and formed as many snowballs as he could, as quickly as he could.  "Take this, Grayson!" he said, grinning as he threw snowball after snowball.

Dick threw one at Damian, which hit the ex-assassin square in the stomach, causing him to topple over. That didn't stop him though, and he quickly continued his attack, grinning boldly.

Dick grinned too, seeing how much Damian seemed to enjoy this. "Having fun, Lil' D?" he asked.

Damian tried to hide his grin, but failed. "Tt. Of course not."

"Riiiiight," Dick replied, winking at him.

"Surrender Grayson!" Damian yelled.

"Never!" Dick yelled back.

Damian sent a snowball at him again, this time hitting him in the head.

Dick fell over.  One of Damian's snowballs hit a tree that was looming over Dick, causing a ton of snow to fall on him. Several more snowballs attacked him.

"Ah!" Dick exclaimed. "Okay, okay, I surrender!"

"Yes!" Damian stood up and proudly threw his hands up in the air. "I am the snowball fight champion!"

Dick swatted the snow out of his face. "Yep, guess you are."

Damian smirked. "That means you have to take me to the arcade.  I wish to go now."

Dick pouted. "Aw, right now? No hot chocolate first?"

"Fine...We can have some of Pennyworth's hot chocolate first."

Dick grinned and stood up before following Damian inside.