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Snowstorms

It was snowing.

Everything snowing. Thick white blankets of snow. Everywhere. As far as the eye can see.

Heck, it was cold, too.

Barbara sat by the fireplace in Wayne Manor, sitting in the chair Jason once so often sat in. She had a blanket wrapped around her small body, as well as a thick jacket. She had a mug of hot chocolate in front of her, her eyes focused on her book.

Dick walked in the room, spotting Barbara instantly. She had her red hair down, a style he loved very much. She was reading a book. He walked over to her, securing his thick wool jacket around his body.

He knelt in front of her, and eyed the title of her book.

"The Perfect Hero by Victoria Connelly," he read. "And why exactly are you reading this?" He questioned her, raising an eyebrow.

Barbara rolled her eyes. "It's because my whole family are practically heroes and I'm one too, so I was hooked."

Dick smirked. "Hooked? Is that so?"

"Yes, Dick, now shush. This is one of my favorite scenes yet."

"Tell me."

"Oli Wade Owen cheats on Kay Ashton, and Kay realizes that Adam Craig was the one for her. Depressing moment, really."

He raised an eyebrow. He smirked, and quickly snatched the book from Barbara's hands. She gasped, and ran after him like a speeding bullet.

"Come back here with my book!"

"No way! You're too holed up!"

"Richard!"

"Don't 'Richard' me! You sound like Alfred!"

"It's because the book is British, you idiot!"

"Oh, really now?"

"Come back here!"

"My, what is all the noise?" Alfred asked groggily as he entered the room, a robe and jacket keeping him warm.

Barbara pointed at Dick.

"And how exactly is this my fault?" Dick asked skeptically.

"You took my book away!" She whined. Alfred quirked an eyebrow.

"What book is that, Miss Barbara?"

"The Perfect Hero by Victoria Connelly." stated Barbara.

"And she is...?"

"British." Alfred beamed.

"Oh, good for you, Miss Barbara! You finally took my advice on reading British books!"

Dick groaned. "She was reading them because she had nothing to do!" The hero exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air, the book flying out his hand.

Barbara caught it with ease, and smirked.

Alfred left, still beaming. As soon as he was gone, Barbara turned to Dick.

She walked over to him, and stood very close. She looked up, smiled, and gazed into Dick's azure blue eyes.

She leaned forward, kissed him on the lips tenderly, and pulled away.

"Merry Christmas, Grayson." she said, and left.

Dick stood there dumbfounded. He touched his lips, and smiled softly.

He looked up, and saw there was a mistletoe.

Oh, how lucky was he to have a friend like Barbara.