Ginger
A.N.: TheImaginativeFox suggested this one a little while ago. This is the seventh installment of the 12 days of Christmas challenge. If you have story suggestions, be sure to send them in because I'm beginning to run out of ideas. Enjoy!
T'was several days after Christmas, and all through Wayne Manor, one creature was stirring, the acrobat youngster…
Dick ran through the emended poem in his head as he walked aimlessly through the halls of his former home. His eyes lit up when he spotted a gingerbread scene, complete with gingerbread men, on the mantle. Making sure no one was around, he picked up the two cookie people and began making them speak.
"Why, I love our little cottage," he made one say, the one he determined to be female. "It's so nice, and small, and cozy."
"Yes, my dear" the male one 'said' in a deeper voice. "I'm quite proud that we managed to build this ourselves."
"I love you, honey," the gingerbread woman announced.
"I love you too, sweet stuff."
"Oh, please. I give people heartburn."
A finger tapped Nightwing on the shoulder. The boy snapped out of his focus to turn and face the owner.
Bruce. He should have known.
Without saying anything, the elder shook his head and ruffled his son's hair. Dick dropped the cookies and made a straight, awkward line with his lips. Still, his face flushed in embarrassment.
"They're stale by the way," Bruce said, walking off. Nightwing didn't reply.
A.N.: not much of an ending, but hey. If you have a request you'd like to see for a chapter, then be sure to send it in. I'm running out of ideas. I have some left, but it's always nice to have more. Don't forget to review, thanks to those of you who have. You guys have been a BIG help. Thank you for your time, Merry Christmas, and GOD BLESS!