Taking place in between Parts Four and Five.

Deck the halls with boughs of holly-

"Fa la la la laaaa la la la laaa…" Dick sang as he turned his car off. He tugged his beanie onto his dark hair and smiled in the mirror, getting out of his car and whistling the tune cheerily as he walked through the parking lot.

Today was the day he'd set aside to go Christmas shopping. He did it every year, picked out a day when he would go to the mall in Downtown Gotham alone to find gifts for his family. Ivy was coming to stay with them soon, and Damian had finally gone home to Wayne Manor. His boots crunched in the snow, slush gathering on the toes as he walked through the crosswalk and opened the door for the group of teenage girls coming out. They giggled and thanked him and then went on chatting, and Dick went into the mall.

Come on it's lovely weather

for a sleigh ride together with you.

Outside the snow is falling

and friends are calling 'yoo-hoo'

Come on it's lovely weather

"For a sleigh ride together with you," Dick sang along with the radio playing through speakers in the ceiling, shoving his hands in the pockets of his cargo jacket. He stopped and stomped the snow off of his boots before stepping into the busy crowd of holiday shoppers. Everyone seemed to be going somewhere. As he idled down towards the center of the mall, Dick gazed at the Christmas displays in windows and watched the children running towards the massive sparkling tree in the center pavilion. A grin broke across his face, and he walked a little faster towards a fenced in kiddie area with a long, congested line extending from the entrance; tired looking parents holding whiny children and bags of goodies for the season. Dick leaned against the fence, watching the children take turns sitting on Santa's lap.

...better not pout, I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is comin to town

he's making a list, checking it twice

gonna find out who's naughty or nice

"Santa Claus is comin to town," he hummed quietly, and then mentally shook himself. He pulled out a crumpled piece of notebook paper.

We'll need something for Will and Molly, and Lilly, of course

Bruce & Selina

All your brothers

Stephanie Cass and Barbara

Sam?

Do NOT forget Alfred!

Pick up new dog toys

If you want to get something for Clark (not your dog)

Me of course ;) something good

We should get something for Carrie too Arkham doesn't do Christmassy things

Pick up some Watermelon

cereal (don't you dare buy Cocoa Puffs again Richard Grayson)

eggs

dog food

Do you want to get a present for Gordon? I think we should, he's accommodated us for this long…

Dont forget the cereal!

And DONT come home with two hundred dollars worth of pregnancy clothes again, Dick I have enough

I love you :)

Dick smiled down at Harley's notes, scrawled all over the crumpled page. He knew just what to get his brothers, and Harley had given him a few ideas for Bruce and Selina; as far as he could tell, he knew where to get everything on this list.

Except for her gift.

He'd thought and thought for the longest time about what he could buy her. He'd finally come to the conclusion that he just wasn't creative enough, or he hadn't thought hard enough. He wanted her to have everything she could ever want. Problem was, he didn't know what she wanted. He started off down the mall again, looking at the stores around him.

Finally coming to a stop in front of a jewelry store, Dick cocked his head. "Is this too cliched of a Christmas gift?" he pondered aloud.

"I say yes," a voice said behind him, and he turned. A kid, about twelve years old with ginger hair stood just to his left. Dick looked at the boy.

"I suppose you would know?"

"I don't," the boy shrugged. "But I don't think your lady would like jewelry, is all."

Dick narrowed his eyes and then spun around, just in time to catch the boy's accomplice with Dick's wallet in his hand. He plucked it back out, checked to see that everything was in it, and then smirked at the boy. "Good diversion. You almost had me." He pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to the one who'd pickpocketed him. "Scram, kid," he said, and the boys ran off into the crowd. Dick shook his head, continuing on his way down the mall.

Gotham. he sighed.

Oh-oh, the mistletoe,

hung where you can see.

Somebody waits for you,

kiss her once for me-

The music cut off abruptly as an announcement came over the loudspeaker; a sale in kitchen appliances in the mega chain store attached to the mall. Dick smirked. Harley would kill me if I bought her something like that. 'Merry Christmas! I bought you a coffee pot, go make me some.'

"Would you like to sample Ralph Lauren's Polo Number Five?" a woman asked, and Dick stopped.

"Sure," he walked closer to the vendor's table. Would Harley like perfume? "What do you have for women?"

"Looking for a gift?" the woman inquired brightly, smiling as she handed him a tester strip of the cologne. He smelled it and nodded.

"Yeah. This is nice, though. Maybe my Axe cologne is getting a little tired…"

The woman laughed, pushing her highlighted brown hair away from her face. "Well we have plenty of fragrances for women, if you'd like to see. This one is a personal favorite," she picked up a small orange bottle, sprayed it on a test strip, and handed it to him. He coughed, and she laughed again. "It is a bit strong," she agreed.

"What about that one?" he asked, pointing at a little bottle, the glass shaped like a rose.

"A good choice," she smiled warmly, letting him smell it. He smiled at the flowery scent.

"Yeah, I like that one. I'll take that one. And the first one you showed me." Dick pulled out his checkbook, and she handed him the little pre-gift wrapped box and his bag. "Thanks! Merry Christmas," he smiled, waving as he walked away. The woman returned the greeting after him, and he looked around the mall. A little bottle of perfume isn't enough. And it just doesn't feel perfect yet…

Dick continued on his way, walking into another shop. He chose presents for his brothers, and for Bruce and Selina. He followed the smell of hot cider to a small shop around the corner in the busy mall, smiling at it's brightly decorated windows. A little bell dinged over his head when he stepped in, and the old woman behind the counter smiled brightly at him.

"Well hello, Darlin!" she called. "Oh! Don't forget to stamp your feet, Sweetheart, the snow is a bitch to clean up," the woman laughed. She was in her mid eighties. Dick glanced over his shoulder at the mall full of people, and then he shrugged and stamped his already clean boots anyway.

"Merry Christmas," Dick smiled around the festive little candy store, and the woman laughed heartily. Dick couldn't help but wonder if he'd made some kind of joke, but the woman shook her head.

"It is a festive season, I suppose," she agreed. "Looking for anything in particular?"

"Um," Dick looked around at the walls of sweets, "candy?" The woman laughed again, and Dick smiled. "I'm looking for a gift for my fianceé."

"Well you walked past a jewelry store already," she snorted, coming around the counter to look at him.

"Yeah, I just don't know," Dick confessed, running a hand through his hair.

"Well sweets are a good start. Whats her name?"

"Harley," he smiled. "She's definitely the kind of person you'd get candy for, but I don't know… Can pregnant women have candy?"

"If she doesn't mind you fattening her up more," the woman smiled at him. "Is there anything she likes?"

"Watermelon," he laughed. "She seems to want nothing but watermelon."

"I've got plenty of watermelon candies for you then," she smiled. "This way."

After talking to the store owner for a while longer, and taste testing every candy she sold him, Dick bid her goodbye and went on in search of his perfect gift. He wandered to the center of the mall, where kids swarmed the gates outside of the little Santa's village erected in the center, bustling with noise.

They're singin' deck the halls-

It's not like christmas at all.

I remember when you were here

"And all the fun we had last year," Dick sang under his breath, pulling the crumpled list out of his pocket and mentally going over it again.

"Richard Grayson, is that you?" A voice called, and Dick's head snapped up just as Roy Harper bear hugged him tight. He cried out and laughed, and Roy stepped back.

"What are you doing here?" Dick asked, laughing a bit, still startled. A baseball cap was pulled low over Roy's messy red hair, a black coat that seemed too big for his shoulders draped over his torso like a blanket.

"Taking Lian to see Santa," he nodded towards the line, where a dark haired woman in leather looked not at all pleased to be surrounded by shouting kids. Her own daughter, with a plastic bow slung over her shoulders, didn't seem to mind her mother's sour mood, bouncing excitedly. "Isn't this fun, Grayson? Me with a kid, you getting married with a baby on the way- our Titans days seem far, far behind us."

"They do," Dick agreed, smiling at his friend's daughter, imagining taking Haly to see Santa Claus someday soon. "How have you been?"

"We get around," he shrugged. "You shopping for presents for your lady villain?" Roy grinned. Dick laughed and looked down at the list before tucking it into his pocket.

"Haven't found anything good yet," he confessed. Roy glanced over as his daughter squealed for him to come see Santa too.

"Well do yourself a favor," he laughed. "Don't get her a gym membership. Even if your intentions were to go to the gym with her to do something together for once, she will immediately assume you're calling her fat and stop talking to you."

Dick laughed as Roy walked away. "I'll remember that!" he called. "And merry Christmas!"

I don't need to hang my stocking

There upon the fireplace

Santa Claus won't make me happy

With a toy on Christmas day

"I just want you for my… Own…" Dick slowed down as he walked past the Victoria's Secret, biting his lip. He was more than likely the only person in the entire city, other than Harley herself, that knew how much she loved feeling pretty when they were fooling around. What girl didn't? But Harley had a collection of pretty underwear and lace nightdresses that could only be described as a guilty pleasure. For you, Dick thought, well aware that he was blushing crimson just thinking about it. He also knew that she'd been down lately because of the baby weight, and something new and pretty might cheer her up.

If she doesn't take it the wrong way, he thought. 'Gee, Dick, how thoughtful of you. A gift for me that's really for you', she'd laugh at him. But then again, he didn't have any other ideas…

It's worth a shot, he shrugged, walking in the entrance. He was almost immediately greeted by a tiny girl, more than likely in high school.

"Hi! Shopping for a gift?" she asked brightly. Dick was relieved to see that, of the stores in the mall, this seemed to be the least busy. Another girl hung around the counter, lazily scrolling through her phone.

"Yeah, for my fianceé." He loved saying that. "Something nice. I want her to feel pretty, you know?" He blushed, and the girl laughed. Her name card said Amber.

"That is seriously so cute," she giggled. "Okay, well, first off, do you know her size?"

Dick blurted it out before she could say another word. The girl at the counter looked up as Amber laughed again.

"Did you want something different?" Dick asked in confusion.

"No," Amber assured him. "Guys just don't usually know their girlfriend's bra size quite that fast. So what are you looking for?"

Dick shrugged self consciously, glancing around. "Well what do you girls think? I mean… I'm at a loss for what to get her."

"Well believe it or not, this is a great choice," the girl at the counter smiled and walked over to them. "We can never have too much underwear, and this stuff is nice, but expensive. Someone else buying it for us? It's great."

Amber laughed. "I'd be happy," she agreed. "Okay. Let's find you some nice stuff for your lady."

"Alright…" He trailed after her as she led him to a wall of lingerie.

"Are you looking for this kind of stuff, or more basic things?" Amber asked. The other woman, slightly older with a nametag that read 'Holly' had followed, interested in helping.

"I don't really know," he ran a hand through his hair, and he shifted his shopping bags a bit. Dick took a deep breath. "I just want her to feel beautiful. I want her to feel sexy-" he laughed a bit- "she's pregnant, and she's been up and down lately. I want her to know she's special and gorgeous and… Well yeah, she's still pretty darn sexy."

"Okay," Amber beamed, and Holly laughed. "Okay I think we can help you with that."

"That's so fuckin cute," Holly laughed, and Dick blushed. "It is," she insisted. "You wouldn't even know the number of Gothamite sleazebags we get in here who just want something for their girlfriend to wear for their benefit. It's really sweet."

"Thanks," he muttered with a smile.

"Here," Holly led him across the room and pulled out a loose satin nightdress with lace trim around the flowy skirt. "This one is a personal favorite, and it will look nice on a pregnant lady," she beamed. Dick took it, running a hand over the soft pink fabric.

"Do you have anything colorful?" He asked.

"We have a lot of underwear sets that are in a variety of colors," Amber assured him. "Come on, I'll show you."

They led him around the store, helping him pick more things that he thought Harley would like, cooing every time he made a comment about her. In all truthfulness, the more the two girls helped him, the more he felt like he'd made a good decision. He'd made a mental note of all of her clothing sizes in the past couple of days while he was doing laundry, so he was sure they'd fit. Once he'd accumulated a pile that was sure to cost him more than enough, Holly walked him to the counter.

"Your fianceé is a really lucky lady," she smiled, checking the items out on the register. Dick smiled to himself.

"I'm a lucky guy, actually," he laughed, sliding his card and punching in the code.

"Well. Good luck to you both," she handed him the bright pink bag, "and merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you two, too," he smiled at Holly and Amber, walking out of the store.

Okay. I got presents for my brothers, family… Last stop is groceries… He bit his lip. He still felt like it wasn't good enough. It wasn't meaningful. It was heartfelt, but it lacked sentiment. He wanted their first Christmas to be perfect together. But, he thought with a sigh as he walked back to his car it will have to do for now. You can always go out and find the right gift later.

He started the car and pulled out of the lot and into traffic.

Last Christmas I gave you my heart,

But the very next day,

you gave it away.

This year, to save me from tears,

"I'll give it to someone special…" Dick looked out the windows at the snow covered shops as he passed, driving back towards his home. He smiled at Lilly building a snowman in the yard when he drove into their garage, gathering up his bags. He paused and then dug around for the cologne he'd bought, spritzing a little on himself.

"Harley, I'm back," he called when he walked in the door, Wally and Clark bounding around his feet. He put the groceries up on the counter.

"What is that god-awful smell?" she asked, stepping into the kitchen. A blanket was draped over her shoulders. Dick frowned.

"You don't like it?" he asked. Wally barked and he shushed him.

"It's potent," she wrinkled her nose. "Anyway, I'm glad you're back." She held a mug up. "I can't get my cocoa to taste right."

"Hold on," he smiled, and she eyed the bright pink Victorias Secret bag nestled among the others. "I have to go hide your presents." She pouted.

"How about you fix my cocoa while telling me what you got me?" she offered with a smile.

"Oh no you don't," he smiled, carrying the bags into the living room and setting them down. He returned for her cocoa. "All your presents aren't bought yet."

"Please," she begged, batting her eyelashes. Dick pursed his lips with a smile.

"I don't know…" He walked to the fridge, pulling out milk and chocolate syrup. He poured a bit of milk in and then added the chocolate syrup, putting it in the microwave.

"Well it just went from no to I don't know, so I'm already making progress," she giggled. She waddled over to him in her blanket. Dick sprinkled cinnamon in her cocoa and handed it to her.

"Fine," he smirked. "Go get the Victoria's Secret bag."

"Ooo!" Harley squealed and slid on her socks over to the table. She took a sip of her cocoa before setting it on the table and pulling the blankets higher over her shoulders as she scampered into the living room. She came back into the kitchen, sliding on the hardwood floors, and set the bag on the table. "This first," she said before taking another sip of cocoa. Dick smiled down at her.

"Is it to your liking?" he asked.

"Delicious," she grinned, "thank you." She took another sip before setting it aside. "Presents!" She giggled and pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. She gasped as she started peeking through the contents. "What did I do to deserve these?"

"What do you mean? You were being you," Dick kissed her cheek. She held up a negligee and laughed.

"I don't think that's it."

"It is. I just wanted to get you something to feel pretty in," he shrugged, looking over her shoulder in the bag. "I don't even really know what the girls who were helping me threw in there. They said you needed it." Harley continued to dig through the bag.

"Oh yay!" She pulled out two bras. "I needed new bras." She gave him a quick kiss. Dick laughed.

"I'm glad you like your early Christmas present," he kissed her cheek and shook his head, starting to put the groceries away. Harley giggled as she looked at everything in the bag. She nudged Wally away with her foot, and he followed Dick. Grabbing the bag, she laughed as she disappeared upstairs.

"You know, I shouldn't have given them to you. I cave in to you too easily," he laughed, not noticing she'd gone as he put things into the fridge, pausing to eat a handful of grapes before shoving them into the drawer.

"Do you know how ridiculously comfy these things are?" Harley asked as she came back into the kitchen. She was wearing a navy babydoll negligee that cut just below her hips. It cut low across her chest, and the loose flowing fabric around her stomach was sheer. She pulled the tag out. "Way nicer than a bra on pregnancy boobs," she laughed as she pulled the tag out of the matching panties.

"Yeah, so I heard. I wanted to get you something you could use before and after you're pregnant, and I think-" Dick choked on a grape when he turned around, and he stared at her. The refrigerator door caught his butt as it closed behind him, and he jumped, shaking off his surprise. He smiled. "Aren't you cold?" he asked as he crossed the room, but he couldn't help his arms sliding around her waist; he couldn't stop himself from biting his lip with a smile. Harley laughed.

"Well I did leave my blanket upstairs," she teased and kissed his nose. "But- my cocoa!" she remembered. She danced out of his arms and over to the table to drink some more out of her mug. Dick laughed. He couldn't tear his eyes off of her.

"If you're cold, I can warm you up," he smiled.

"Oh really?" Harley teased, her voice dripping with mock surprise. She set her cocoa aside and moved back into his arms. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

"Oh you already ruined your Christmas present, I don't want to ruin your surprise," he smiled slyly, leaning closer to kiss her cheek before whispering in her ear. "You look very pretty." Harley giggled.

"Thank you…" She paused. "That smell is you!"

"I bought a new cologne," Dick blinked in surprise. "Is it that bad?"

"No," she laughed. "It's just," she paused and sniffed him, "strong, and different, and… not you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his neck. "You smell like some fancy guy not my fiance."

"I'm not fancy?" he feigned offense, making a mental note to return the cologne, before closing his eyes happily.

"Absolutely not." Harley tucked her head against his neck. "But you do make the best hot chocolate."

"Well then at least I'm good for something," he laughed. His hand trailed up her side, his thumb tracing over her skin.

"You're good for a lot of things," she assured him. She closed her eyes at his touch. She'd almost forgotten she was wearing the lingerie he'd bought her, but his touch on her exposed skin reminded her. "Except for remembering to let the dogs out. You're not good at that."

"No," he smiled, his lips brushing her cheek. "You're my wonderfully talented baby, my beautiful crazy girl." He kissed down her neck, pulling her closer to his chest. "You're good for much more than I am," he praised, smiling against her skin. She giggled. Her belly was pressed against him, and her hands bunched in his collar.

"I'm glad you finally realized it," she teased. Dick stroked her baby bump before sliding his hand around her back. He kissed her collarbone. "I still have a bunch more presents to try on," Harley laughed. "Although this one is really nice… and cute. And I think it's cute on me, but I can't quite get the full effect," she giggled as she peered down around her belly.

"I think it looks incredible. And you look incredible," he added. He caught her face and stole a kiss. "I'm going to make you dinner. Whatever you want." Her face lit up.

"Can we have takeout? I really want some Mongolian beef and crab Rangoon."

"Yes. Mongolian beef yes, but I don't think you can have seafood," he winced. "Crab Rangoon really isn't seafood, right? There's no crab in them."

"Some have a little. But it's just a tiny amount. Just like when you kiss me to let me taste wine." She stood on tiptoe and rested her forehead against his. "Please."

"Fine," he grinned, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He found the number in his contacts and raised it to his ear. "I can't say no to you," he sighed again with a smile.

"Yay!" she cheered. "And now we don't have to worry about the all too likely probability of you burning dinner. It'll be eatable," she grinned.

"Look, yet another thing that I'm useless at," he smirked, waving her away as he started placing their order. Harley stuck her tongue out at him before going over to look in the remaining grocery bags. She smiled when she found dog treats.

"Clark! Wally!" she called as she opened the treats and pulled two out. The dogs ran over to her. Wally immediately sat down when he saw the treat, his tail wagging. "I didn't tell you to sit yet," she whined. Wally laid down and then rolled over onto his back, pawing the air.

"Perfect, thank you!" Dick smiled and then hung up the phone. He walked up behind Harley and grabbed her butt, kissing her cheek. "Hey you." She jumped a little and rolled her eyes.

"Wally's doing his tricks before I tell him to," she whined. Wally sat again, offering his paw to shake. Harley pouted. "He's ruining the fun." She held up the dog treats. Dick laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Then do them out of order; it throws him off," he rested his chin on her shoulder, smiling up at her.

"Well maybe I'll just ignore him and give one to Clark. Sit." She focused on Clark but both dogs obeyed. "Stay," she told Clark. "Stay," she warned again as she carefully set the treat on the top of his nose. His eyes were focused on the treat but only his tail twitched. "Okay," Harley giggled, and Clark tilted his nose down and licked up the treat. Dick laughed as Wally stared at her with a look that could only be described as a dog's version of utter disdain. Clark wagged his tail and nuzzled her hand.

"Don't tease my dog just cuz you like yours better," he scolded, biting her ear. He tossed Wally a treat and he caught it in the air, crunching it up happily.

"But now I have an extra one." She held up the remaining treat in her hand. "Who am I supposed to give it to?"

"Throw it on the ground and see who gets it first," he suggested, his hands on her hips as he kissed down her neck.

"But then they're fighting." She turned her head toward him, her lower lip sticking out as she pouted. "Will you give me another treat please?"

"Fine," he handed her the bag, rolling his eyes.

"Thank you." She kissed his cheek as she dug another treat out. She tossed one to each dog before turning around and putting the bag on the table behind Dick. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she gave him a sloppy kiss and giggled. He laughed a little and kissed her back.

"Is this my treat now?" he asked, kissing her nose.

"Well you did buy me lots of treats." She grinned. "Or did Bruce technically buy them because a bag of Victoria Secret's goodies costs a lot of money." She kissed his nose just to copy him. "But I will make sure you enjoy every penny."

"Hey, you know I did have a job for a while? I made some money. You wouldn't believe how much they pay cops in this town. There has to be an incentive to work a suicide job, you know," he laughed. "I bought you the treats. Bruce bought the house," he grinned, pulling her close.

"Thank you." She kissed him tenderly. "And thank you for taking care of me," she kissed him again, "and thank you for ordering food." She smiled into the next kiss. "I'm starved."

"Now we just have to wait for it to actually get here," he sighed, and then kissed her again. Harley laughed.

"If you need to make the situation negative," she teased and rolled her eyes. "You just ordered and it would've taken you longer to cook me something than it will for the delivery to get here I'm sure. Besides," she grinned, "now you're not busy while the foods being made."

"You are definitely right about that," he smiled lovingly at her, catching her lips in a kiss.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say the treat I'm wearing is more of a treat for you," she teased. Dick bit his lip, blushing a bit as he looked down.

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead and make fun of me for it," he laughed a little and cupped her chin, looking at her. There was a touch of amusement to his face, and one eyebrow was lifted playfully. "Say whatever you want. As long as you like it, I'm happy."

"I like it," she assured him. "And you like it." She grinned. "Sounds like a win win to me."

"I can't argue with that sound logic," he agreed, stroking her cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too." She leaned her head against his hand. "And your ridiculous dogs," she added, "but can you please stop Wally from looking at me like that?" He was sitting to the side of them with his tail wagging and his tongue out as he waited hopefully for another treat.

"Wally, go to your bed," Dick commanded. The dog stopped wagging his tail and walked dejectedly towards the living room. Harley kissed Dick's hand.

"Now he's sad," she teased.

"Pretty sure he'll get over it."

"And you told me not to be mean to him." She bounced on her heels happily and pushed her glasses back up her nose.

"I did-" Dick halted when the doorbell rang. "Well there's dinner. Not quite the wait we thought it'd be," he smiled, digging his wallet out of his pocket before going to answer the door. Wally went yapping down the hall after Dick, and Clark trotted after. Harley giggled and reached for her cocoa. She stuck her tongue out when it was only lukewarm and set it aside. Dick came back and set the takeout on the counter. "Alright. Hungry?" he smiled, pulling out the boxes.

"You know it," Harley laughed. She went over to the cabinet to grab cups. "Pick your poison. What are you thirsty for?"

"I'll just take water," he smiled a little, dumping his chicken fried rice onto a plate. He put her food on a plate for her and then carried them to the table before taking a bite of crab rangoon.

"Don't eat all of that!" Harley set his water in front of him. "You have your egg rolls, leave my rangoon alone."

"Fine," he smirked, shoving it in her mouth. He grinned when she squeaked in surprise, taking a bite of his egg roll.

"You're a jerk," she mumbled as she swallowed the food. "Now I'm stealing some of your rice." She snatched up his fork.

"Don't take my food," he snapped, laughing, hiding his plate under his arm.

"I can do whatever I want." She gave him a kiss as she laughed before sitting down. Dick bit his lip, distracted by the satin fabric falling over her waist. He caught himself staring and peeled his chopsticks apart. "Chinese!" Harley debated between chopsticks and her fork before stabbing a piece of meat with her fork and popping it into her mouth as she smiled at him. Dick laughed, still staring.

"You're incredibly distracting." She pointed her fork at him.

"You eat your food." She stuck her tongue out before digging into her pile of rice. Dick shrugged, eating a piece of chicken, still sneaking glances at her. He grabbed his fortune cookie.

"Okay, let's see…" He smiled, pulling it out of it's plastic bag.

"I think you're supposed to save that till the end," Harley laughed. She ripped a piece of crab Rangoon apart and dipped it in sweet and sour sauce.

"Well where's the fun in that?" He grinned, hesitating and placing the cookie back on the table. He picked up his chopsticks again.

"You can eat it," she laughed at him. "I'm just teasing." She shook her head as she smiled at him.

"Well why can't I eat it? What's the superstition? Will it not come true?" He smirked at her.

"I don't know! It's just not the way things are done."

"I'll humor you," he smiled lovingly, and then scooted his chair closer to her, eating his rice.

"Thanks." She kissed his cheek and stole some of his rice.

"Dammit-" he grabbed some of her crab rangoon, laughing.

"No!" She tried to snatch it back. "I'm sorry! I apologize. Give it back!"

"You can't give me my rice back now can you?" He smirked, holding it away from her.

"I'm sorry. Please give it back?" she begged, pouting her lower lip and batting her eyelashes.

"Ugh, here," he grinned. Harley giggled.

"Thank you." She snatched it out of his hand and kissed his cheek again. Dick giggled a bit.

"Love you too," he smirked.

"Oh so now I don't even get to say it?" she teased. "Now you just say love you too and I don't even have to say it first? Well then I guess I just won't say it."

"You don't have to," he smiled at her. "I already know."

"Aren't you smug about it?" She grinned before scooping up more of her rice. Dick laughed.

"I'm never smug about anything," he grinned.

"And now you're a liar too!" Harley laughed. She shifted in her seat, tucking one leg under her and she speared another piece of meat. Dick groaned, rolling his eyes.

"There's no winning with you, is there?" He abandoned his empty plate and stood, smiling as he walked around her chair to lean down and kiss her cheek.

"Nope," she agreed and smiled. "But you can keep trying."

"I accept that challenge," he wrapped his arms around her neck and buried his face in her hair.

"You didn't even finish your rice," she laughed at him.

"Yes I did! I'm an adult I'm done when I say I'm done," he smiled, kissing her cheek.

"We're about to have a child. You need to shape up," she warned with a giggle. Dick laughed.

"'Cause you need a man?" He smirked, laughing.

"'Cause I need a man," she agreed. She pulled him around to kiss him. "Yes I do." Dick laughed in surprise, and he kissed her back. "Although I guess your excuses are great practice," she teased.

"Perfect practice for all those 'but why?' questions."

"Although you don't ask too many questions like that, and typically use being adult as an excuse, so I never win against you." She giggled and kissed his nose. "I changed my mind. You're terrible practice."

"My darling, you wound me so." He grinned. Harley rolled her eyes.

"You're teaching Lilly bad habits, you know."

"What? How to keep your girlfriend happy and how to be awesome?" Dick kissed her cheek.

"You do have those two down," she agreed. "But you're not so great about the eating your vegetables part." Dick yawned casually and stepped away from her, pulling his shirt off.

"I don't need my vegetables," he said thoughtfully, glancing down, smirking as he flexed his muscles. Harley burst into laughter.

"Stop." She stood up and put her hands on his arms. "No please stop," she giggled. "It's not fair to somehow be ridiculous while turning me on at the same time."

"No?" Dick beamed, tightening his muscles as he looked down. "Maybe I do need some vegetables, the Christmas cookies are making me a little puffy, huh?" He poked his perfect abs, and then smiled up at her, flexing his arms by his head as he pretended to stretch.

"Stop it." She swatted his arms. "You know you're not puffy, you tease." She poked her own swollen belly.

"And you're not either," he pointed out, wrapping his arms around her waist as best he could. "You look as stunning as ever."

"Do I need to flex to prove it?" She giggled and stood up on tiptoe to kiss his nose. "Strike a couple poses? Take my shirt off?"

"I wouldn't be opposed to it…" He smiled, kissing her neck gently.

"Okay." Harley stretched her arms up before simply dropping them onto his shoulders and clasping them behind his back. Dick kissed down her shoulder, and then he kissed her lips gently.

"Do you like your Christmas presents?" He smiled, biting her lip.

"Yes I do," she giggled. "And now we can use them Christmas Eve evening and very early Christmas morning." She bit his lip in return. Dick laughed.

"Well then Merry Christmas to you, Harley Quinn."

She beamed at him. "Merry Christmas to you, Dick Grayson."