A/N: I don't own anything of these characters. Written rather hastily.
For xRae Asakurax...based on the Taint of Purity story wherein Wally and Batman are looking out a window of Wayne Manor, comfortably watching the snow fall.
Wally slowly breathed out, enjoying Bruce's embrace and the sweet, hot liquid in his mug. This day was just perfect--thoroughly imbued with that special magic that was the Christmas season. Nothing could possibly ruin it.
Nothing except for maybe...
The red head nearly choked on a marshmallow.
*wtf?*
A sleigh had come into view from the north, slowly making it's way south towards downtown Gotham City. In the sleigh sat a skinny being with vibrant green hair upon which sat a red and white Santa Claus hat. He was wearing the most moth eaten Kris Kringle coat Wally had ever seen....as was the sorry creature who was burdened with pulling their winter-weather conveyance. He peered closer at the two odd pair.
Wally's eyes were wide in shock as he recognized 'Santa's' distinctive smile. "Bruce? Is that--?"
Bruce Wayne--privately known as Batman and even more privately as Wally's new lover--groaned and shut his eyes as if not seeing this visual fiasco would make it disappear like some sort of phantasm nightmare before Christmas Past.
"Yes." Spoken with the bitter, reluctant acceptance that their chance of continued holiday peace might just have been shot to Valentines Day and beyond.
"Do you think we should?" Wally wanted to look at his partner, but couldn't tear his eyes away from the mangy pair and their rusty sleigh that was struggling past the manor's window.
"Probably."
"Maybe we can just ignore it," Wally pleaded. "I mean...if his heart should grow three times larger tonight?"
"Not nearly big enough...he'd still be a menace." Bruce grumbled, already calculating how many more minutes he might have snuggling as plain old Bruce with regular old Wally before Batman and The Flash would be called into action to save The Whovillsky Family's new ancient arts exhibit at the museum. He took some hope in the fact that at the rate the sled was going, it would be well into darkness by then. "Let's give them a few hours head start."
"Batman knows best." Wally mentally shrugged and went back to drinking his cocoa.
"Mr. J?"
"For the admiration I hold of Scrooge before the ghosts got there, Harley, did I not make myself clear a dozen times this morning?! For the duration of this job you are to refer to me by my cinematic alias."
"But puddin'..." Harley simpered as she adjusted her drooping reindeer antler hat for the umpteenth time. (She really missed her regular hat, but Mr. J had insisted.) "It's just that---do I really have to wear this thing? I mean, why couldn't I have been an elf? I'd make a grand elf."
"Because," her employer rolled his eyes," there's no elf in the Doctor's script!" He tapped the children's book he had been re-reading. "Now, quit your incessant moaning. I let you wear that warm dog suit and pull the sleigh, didn't I?"
Harley looked down at the threadbare Halloween costume her Puddin' had found in last month's trash bin. "About that---not that I'm complain'n or nuthin, Mr. J...but what with all the snow falling an' all---it sure ain't getting any easier to pull this thing. The car would'a been faster."
"Why do you think I had us start out now if I wanted to arrive at the Who's by midnight to steal their Christmas joy---amongst other things?"
"Oh. You're such the genius, Mr. J."
"Grinch, Harley. I'm The Grinch."
"Sure thing, Mr. G."