A/N: Time for another update! Lots of fluff ahead. There are only a few chapters left, so enjoy.

The sound of Dick running down the Manor halls woke Roy up. He pulled his pillow over his head groggily, desperately hoping the excited kid would stay out of his room. Unfortunately, there was no such luck, since his door opened a minute later.

"Roy!" he shouted, running over and jumping onto the teen's bed. "It snowed!"

"So?" It had been getting a lot colder recently and the nearly every surface was covered in frost during patrol.

"There was a blizzard, they canceled school!" He grabbed Roy's hand and tried to pull him out of bed. "Come on!"

"Fine, fine." He allowed Dick to pull him towards the window, surprised the boy hadn't been able to simply drag him like he used to.

"Look!" They stopped in front of the window and Roy's eyes got so wide they almost popped out of his head.

"Whoa…" he breathed in amazement. The entirety of the grounds was covered in white. It was almost surreal to see the mountains of the white stuff. Dick looked at him when he didn't say anything after a couple of minutes.

"Roy? Are you ok?"

"It's so white…."

"It's snow." He said it like it was as obvious as the sky being blue.

"I grew up in the desert. I don't know what weather is, let alone snow."

"You've never seen snow before?" Dick's voice was more confused than amazed.

"Not like this. There was frost in Star in the winter and once in a while in the mountains in the reservation the ground would get a little crisp. I've never seen snow like this before though."

"You already got Roy up?" Bruce asked Dick as he walked in. He took a sip of his coffee. "It's a good day to stay inside and drink something warm."

Dick scoffed and rolled his eyes. "As if. Roy's never seen snow before, so I have to take him outside to show him how to have fun in the snow."

"Hmmm. A very important task."

Dick nodded seriously. He looked up at Roy, who was still staring outside. "You really think its that amazing?"

Roy nodded. "I didn't think it actually snowed like this in real life."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I thought it was only like this in movies."

"Just wait until we go outside a play in it! You'll love it!"

Roy grinned at him. "I hope so."

Bruce took another sip of his coffee as he watched them. "You two better go have breakfast."

"Come on Roy! Let's go eat so we can go outside!" The two of them went downstairs where Alfred was finishing up cooking breakfast. "Alfred, it snowed!"

"Is that what the white power outside is called?" Alfred asked as he placed pancakes on their plates. "I was under the impression someone had knocked over a gigantic bowl of four." Roy snorted. Dick stuck his tongue out at the redhead.

"Dick and I are going outside after breakfast," Roy told Alfred as he started digging into his pancakes.

"We're going to build a snowman, go sledding, have a snowball fight," Dick added. "It'll be awesome!"

"Be sure to dress warmly. I don't want to hear your complaining when you're toes fall off from frostbite."

Bruce heard that as he walked in and it made him smirk a little bit. "Guess it's a good thing we to you those boots and a jacket," he told Roy as he sat down. A few days ago the teen had been absolutely confused as to why he needed a winter coat and a pair of snow boots. It suddenly made a lot of sense to him now.

"Did you know it was going to snow?"

Bruce nodded. "They've been saying it's the first big storm of the winter. I figured Dick would be dragging you out into the snow if he didn't have school. I couldn't expect you to go out in that with your sneakers." It wasn't amazing enough that Roy had sneakers, but Bruce had given him another pair of shoes just for the snow. It shouldn't have surprise since Bruce had been keeping his promise to never deny him something he needed, but it still made his heart warm with gratitude.

"Are you coming outside with us?" Dick asked.

"I think I'll stay inside with my coffee and a good book."

"Lame."

"You have Roy to keep you company out there."

"Unless my company isn't enough for you," Roy teased.

"With that attitude, you'll get a snowball in the face."

"Like you could hit me."

"I hit Riddler's henchmen with bat-a-rangs just two days ago."

"I'm an archer. I have more accuracy than you could dream to have."

"We'll see about that."

The two boys quickly finished their breakfasts and managed to get their plates into the sink without breaking them. They ran upstairs and got dressed. Roy hesitated when he opened his closest, before deciding on a pair of sweatpants and a plain t-shirt. He gleefully pulled on his boots and jacket, zipping it up so that it partially covered his mouth. He ran back downstairs, just barely beating Dick to the back door. "Ready?" he asked excitedly.

"Just a moment," Alfred instructed. He handed each of them a hat that had flaps that hung down over their ears and puff balls on the top. Roy smiled. He'd seen pictures of hats like these but never needed one himself. They were also given a pair gloves each. They were all black and made of really soft fabric. Roy rubbed his hands together, smiling at how it felt when the gloves felt. "Enjoy the snow."

"Let's go!" Dick pulled the door open and the two of them ran out into the snow. Roy's first thought was of how not solid it was. As soon as he stepped into it, his foot sunk down into the white powder. He was surprised to hear a crunch as he stepped. He took a deep breath, momentarily taken aback by how cold the air was. There were still small flurries falling from the grey sky. He put his hand out and caught the flakes on his glove. His breath came out in a hazy cloud, which made him smile even more.

"What'd you think?" Dick asked, having to trudge faster to keep up with Roy.

"It's so cold and white."

"That's pretty standard."

"So, what're we doing first?"

"Hm…" Dick looked around and smiled suddenly. "Snow angels!" Without warning, he flopped back into the snow. He sunk down a couple of inches, which made Roy momentarily afraid he'd disappear. Dick starts moving his arms and legs back and forth, carving out vague wing and skirt shapes in the snow. "Come on Roy!" Not needed any further instructions, Roy dropped down next to him and was surprised by the coldness that suddenly attacked his body. It pricked at his ex[posed neck and the gap between his gloves and the sleeves of his jackets. He moved his arms and legs in the same way he'd seen Dick do. The snow was surprisingly easy to move and it packed in tightly. He didn't know when he was supposed to stop, so he just stopped when Dick did. The boy lifted his head to look at Roy. "Are you done?"

"Uh…I guess so."

"Let's look at them then." They got up, moving sideways to avoid running their creations. Roy wasn't sure what he was expecting, but all he had was a slightly uneven outline that vaguely resembled an angel. It was kind of underwhelming, but the fact that he'd created it himself gave him a slightly happy feeling in his chest. "Mine looks great!" Roy looked over at Dick's which looked just like his, only smaller. "What'd you think?"

"They look cool. I see why they're called snow angels."

"It is kind of obvious."

"What's next on the itinerary?"

"We're building a snowman!"

"Let's go then."

"We have to get some supplies first." Dick started walking towards the east edge of the estate, leaving Roy to follow. He trudged through the snow with Dick, still kind of amazed at how deep all the snow was. The blanket of white seemed to be muting all the noises. It was quieter on the Manor grounds than it was in downtown Gotham, but now there wasn't even the sound of birds. It was kind of eerie in a way, but he didn't mind it. The silence still gave him the feeling of safety. They stopped by a tree on the edge of the property. "Help me up!" It was a little difficult with their bulky jackets, but Roy crouched down and cupped his hands together. Moving without hesitation, Dick stepped up and jumped up as soon as Roy started to stand. He caught the lowest branch and hung from it on one arm with ease. He broke off a couple of long twigs from the tree. Roy picked them up once they fell and Dick swung himself down. He landed on a small hill, laughing as it cushioned his fall.

"Are we going to start building now?"

"Not yet." They trudged back to the Manor, Roy following Dick's footprints in the snow. He was starting to feel kind of bad for all the footprints they were leaving in the otherwise pristine snowscape. Once they were close to the manor Dick got on his knees and started to dig. Roy set the twigs down and helped him.

"What're we looking for?"

"Stones." They finally got through the foot of snow and found some stones. Dick grunted as he pulled the rocks up, struggling to pry them up because they were slightly frozen to the ground. Once they gathered enough Roy pushed snow back into the hole, trying to preserve the snow.

"Are we ready now?"

"We are! Let's get building!" They set their extra supplies down in a pile and Dick made a moderately sized snowball. He handed it to Roy, then made another one for himself. "Roll it on the ground like this." He crouched down and started pushing the ball across the snow. Roy followed suit, having to bend over, due to how small it was. "Make sure you pushed it from different side to get the nice round shape."

"Got it." They pushed their snowballs across the yard for what seemed like a long time. Roy didn't mind though. Pushing the ball was methodical in its own way. Plus this was something else he'd only ever seen in movies and never thought he'd get to experience for himself.

"How do we know when the balls are big enough?"

"Um…" Dick looked over at Roy's ball and scrutinized it for a second. "Yours looks pretty good. Put it right there." Roy pushed his ball over to the vague area that Dick had pointed to. "Make another snowball, but make it smaller than mine." Roy nodded and grabbed a handful of snow to shape into a ball. He started pushing this one on the ground as well while Dick lifted up his ball and placed it on top of Roy's. He watched Roy forming the last one, keeping an eye on its size. "That's good."

"What now?"

"Now put it up on top."

The snowball was surprisingly heavy, but it wasn't too straining for Roy. He set it on top of Dick's snowball, balancing it carefully and pushing it down a little bit. He must've pushed too hard because the ball disintegrated into chunks of snow. "Oh man…"

"That's ok," Dick assured him. "We can make another one." Making another only took a matter of minutes for Dick, who placed it on top of the middle ball gently. "You gotta be careful with snow. It's really unstable."

"I can see that."

"Pack some snow into the spaces between the balls."

"Will it help them stick together better?"

"Eh, kind of. It makes it look better too." Roy nodded as he took handfuls of snow and packed them into the crevices between the big snowballs. His fingers were starting to tingle with the cold, but he didn't care. Their snowman was starting to take shape. "Ok, I think that's good," Dick said, once he was satisfied they'd put enough snow in.

"What now?"

"Now we put the twigs in. They're the arms."

"Got it." Roy grabbed one of the twigs and, after taking a moment to line it up with Dick's, stuck it into the side of the middle snowball.

"Now put some stones on the face." Dick showed him by placing two stones on the top snowball. "Those are the eyes."

"Ok." Roy started carefully pressing the stones into it to form the smile. He moved with care; scared he was going to break it again if he pressed it too hard. Dick finished it off by putting the last stone in the place of the nose.

"Done!"

Roy smiled as he stepped back and admired their work. "It looks great." Dick joined him and tilted his head to the side as he studied it.

"Hm…..I think it needs a few adjustments." He went back to the snowman and grabbed a handful of fresh snow.

"Like what?" Roy asked in confusion as started to walk towards Dick.

"Stay there! I don't want you to see it yet!"

"Ok, fine." Roy stayed where he was while Dick worked. The younger boy was packing snow onto the top of the snowman. Roy leaned to the side, trying to see what he was doing.

"Don't look!"

"Fine!" Roy held up his hands in surrender and looked around the yard to keep himself occupied. The endless field of white reminded him of the desert. Except the desert wasn't cold and the dirt wasn't nearly this much fun to play in. Other than that thought it was like the Arizona desert.

"Done!" Roy looked back and burst out laughing. Dick had added bat ears to the top and turned the smile into a frown.

"Snow Bat!"

"The resemblance is uncanny."

"I thought so. You know what he needs though?"

"What?"

Dick smiled as he knelt down and made another snowball. "A Snow Robin and a Snow Arsenal." The two of them got to work building more snowmen. Just before noon, Bruce looked out a back window to check on them.

"They're still going at it," he told Alfred, taking another sip of coffee.

"It appears so. I shall make sure they have a good lunch."

"Something warm."

"Of course." Once lunch was ready Alfred went to the back door and called Dick and Roy inside. "Leave your snowy clothes by the door, young sirs."

"Alfred, did you see the snow family we built?!" Dick asked excited as they stripped off their wet coats. "There's a Snow Batman, a Snow Robin, a Snow Arsenal, and even a Snow Alfred! Roy did the Snow Robin."

"I did," Roy smiled with pride.

"Very good," Alfred said. "Lunch is in the dining room. You'll need the strength for your afternoon activities." The two of them ran for the dining room and barely managed to stop in time to eat. Lunch was tomato soup and grilled cheese.

"So after lunch," Dick said as they ate. "We'll go sledding and have a snowball fight!"

"Sledding where?" Roy asked. He dipped the corner of his grilled cheese in the soup.

"There's a hill on the south edge of the property that we can use. The sled I used last winter is in the garage somewhere."

"Ok."

"Hurry up so we can go!" They quickly shoveled the rest of their food into their mouths, downed their juice, and ran to the garage. Dick got up on Roy's shoulders, literally standing on them, so he could reach the sled. He climbed up onto the built-in shelf, scrunching up his nose against the dust. "Ugh, it's so dirty!"

"I didn't think there was a speck of dust anywhere in the Manor."

"Not even Alfred usually comes up here."

"I can see that." Dick found the sled buried under boxes and tossed it down to Roy. "Heads up!"

"Oof!" Roy caught it and stumbled back into one of Bruce's cars. "Really?"

"What?" Dick jumped down and took the sled from him. "Let's go!" They ran back through the Manor to the back door and quickly put their winter clothes on. The snow had filled in some their footprints from earlier while they were inside. They were still visible though. Like small holes chewed into the blanket. "Are you having fun?"

"Of course. When was the first time you went sledding?"

"When I was 5. Normally, the circus avoided snowy places, but one time, we were in Europe and we stopped in Norway for a few days. The train broke down and we couldn't perform. John was sick that weekend, so my parents took me sledding."

"Sounds like fun."

"My mom really liked it because she was from France and it snows a lot there. My dad wasn't used to the snow, but he liked it too."

"I don't know if Brave Bow ever went sledding before. I don't think he did."

"Do you think he would've liked it?"

"He would've liked the walking up the hill part."

"How come you never talk about your dad?"

"Brave Bow?"

"Not him, your real dad."

Roy frowned. "You mean my birth dad?"

"Yeah."

"I don't really know that much about him."

"Why?"

"He died when was really young. I was just a toddler. I don't remember that much and Brave Bow didn't really know him."

"Does it bother you? Like you don't know if he liked snow or archery or what he liked."

"I know he liked being outside."

"Why else?"

Roy shrugged. "Nothing I guess."

"Do you want to know?"

"I don't know. I mean….it'd be nice to know if he liked archery or if he liked hiking and camping. I've made my peace with not knowing though."

Dick looked away, but Roy could tell he was deep in thought about something. They reached the top of the hill and he shifted from pensive to joyful with ease. "This is easy! All we have to do is sit on the side and ride down the hill!"

Roy smirked. "Uh-huh. I can figure that out." The plastic sled was thrown into the snow, where it sat precariously on top of the fluff. Dick got on the sled, which caused it to sink into the snow a couple of inches and pat the plastic behind himself. Roy sat down behind him, crossing his legs like he saw Dick do. "We have too much off with our hands. Like this." He put his hands in the snow and started pushing the sled forward. Roy helped him using his own strength and vantage point in the back. The sled came slowly inched forward to the edge of the hill. Dick rocked the sled over the crest of the hill and the slid down. The only made it a few feet before the built-up snow stopped them. Roy leaned forward and looked at Dick curiously. "Are we having fun yet?"

"Shh!" Dick halfheartedly threw a small handful of snow in his face. "Let's push." They put their hands back in the snow and started pushing. The snow was surprisingly heavy and Roy had to push so hard he felt like he was doing all the work. At one point, about halfway down, the snow started to pile over into the sled as they plowed for it. They had to stop so Dick could kick and throw the snow out of the sled. It was really difficult and slow going, but they eventually made it to the bottom of the hill. "Now we go back up."

"Are we having fun yet?" Roy asked as he picked the sled up. He wasn't paying attention and the snow that was inside it suddenly came down on his head when he tipped it upside down. Dick snickered at him in response. They hiked back up to the top of the hill and placed the sled on the same track they'd created before.

"This time it'll work."

"I hope so." They got on the sled and pushed off again. This time the sled made it halfway down the hill at a marginally slow speed before they stopped. "Are we-" Dick threw a handful of snow into Roy's face before he could finish.

"Just start pushing." They once again plowed their way through the snow, trying to smooth out the path. They reached the bottom and, without a word, climbed back to the top. "This time it'll work."

"You keep saying that, and yet it still hasn't happened." Dick stuck his tongue out and they got on the sled.

"Third time's a charm."

Roy nodded and crossed his fingers for Dick's benefit. "Third time's a charm." They pushed off for the third time and actually made it to the bottom of the hill. With the snow packed in tightly on the path, making it a smooth ride down. There was some actual speed that surprised Roy and made him smile by the time they'd made it to the bottom. When they stopped by crashing into the small snowbank they'd created at the bottom of the hill Dick looked back at him.

"Did you have fun?"

"Hmmm….maybe." He laughed as Dick threw more snow at him. "Yeah, it was fun!"

"Yes!" Dick pumped his fist in the air in victory. He jumped out of the sled excitedly. "Let's go! Back to the top!" They spent the next several hours climbing up the hill and then sliding back down it. The ride down actually got faster every time they went down, due to the snow getting more tightly packed. It actually tired Roy out a little bit, due to the effort required to get through the snow. After going down the hill for the hundredth time, Dick fell back in the snow. Roy followed suit, letting out a tired gasp. The gasp took the form of a cloud, which made him giggle a little bit; although he wasn't too sure. "I think we should do something else."

"What did you have in mind?"

Dick sat up and smiled at him. "Snowball fight." They walked back towards the Manor with Roy carrying the sled. He left it by the back door and rejoined Dick. The boy was building some kind of hill of snow.

"What're you doing?"

"Building a fort to hide behind."

"Why?"

"That's what you do in a snowball fight." He waved his hands to shoo Roy away. "Go! Go build your own!"

"Ok, ok." Roy found a place several yards away to build his own "snow fort" and dropped down to his knees. His sweatpants were wet and making his legs kind of cold, but he didn't mind it. It was worth it to play in the snow with Dick. Not knowing what a snow fort should look like, so he simply started making a large hill. He picked the snow down on top of itself, trying to get it big enough so he could hide behind it. It took close to an hour, but his slightly lopsided hill looked decent enough. He moved behind it and started making snowballs. He piled them up so that he'd have enough for the coming fight. He was placing another one on top of the pile when a snowball came out of nowhere and hit him in the face. He looked over in Dick's direction. He couldn't see the boy, but he could hear his cackling. Thinking fast, he ducked down behind his hill to avoid the next one and threw one back. It missed by a long shot, going right over Dick and his fort like a shooting star. He scowled, then ducked down again, another snowball barely missing him. Roy popped up suddenly, catching Dick while he was sitting up behind the fort. He chucked his snowball with characteristic accuracy and hit Dick in the face.

Roy laughed as the snow exploded and Dick had to brush the snow off of his face. The laughing didn't last for long though because Dick returned fire with a vengeance. The next snowball hit Roy in the neck, causing some of the snow to go down his jacket. He shivered and gritted his teeth against the sudden cold attacking his body. The fight was an interesting one due to the boys' unique abilities. Roy had acute accuracy that was much better than Dick's, but Dick was really good at dodging stuff. roy didn't really understand how he could be so good at dodging bullets, one of the few useful skills Oliver had taught him, but he couldn't dodge a snowball. At one point they were going so rapidly that they weren't throwing snowballs as much as they were throwing handfuls of snow at each other. The fight continued through the late night until the sun started to go down. It was dark by the time Alfred came to the back door and called them inside for dinner. They came in with red, snow-covered faces and soaked clothes, but smiling brightly.

"Leave your clothes by the door," Alfred instructed them, trying to prevent them from tracking now everywhere in the Manor. Despite his misgivings though, he was happy to see Roy so excited, with his face red and his hair covered in snow. It occurred to Alfred that, for the first time, he really did look like a young teenager. "Hang your jackets up in the front hall. I'll take your hats and gloves."

"I won the snowball fight," Dick said proudly.

Roy rolled his eyes and nudged the boy. "I won the snowball fight."

"You did not."

"Did too."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did-"

"Boys," Bruce said as he passed them on his way to the dining room, "stop arguing."

"Did not," Dick whispered. Roy stuck his tongue out at him and they ran to hang their coats up. Dinner was fish and warm vegetables, which was welcomed by the boys after a day out in the snow. They detailed every single thing they did for Bruce, who listened with quiet politeness while he drank his 20th cup of coffee. It wasn't the best thing to listen to for half an hour, but seeing Roy so excited about what he'd done made him happy.

After dinner, Dick grabbed a chess board and the two of them settled down in front of the fireplace in the den. Bruce sat in an armchair with a book, also enjoying the warmth of the fire. A couple of hours later Alfred brought them hot cocoa and cookies, which Roy and Dick took with wide smiles as thanks. Alfred simply smiled in return. The snow and picked up again outside, but the inhabitants of the Manor were undisturbed. It was too bad to go patrolling, but no one really minded. They were all happy to stay inside where it was warm and bright.