Freezing
"I'm freezing," muttered Robin, shivering hard.
"Eh, it's not that bad," commented Wally.
"Maybe for you. My teeth have started to chatter!"
The ginger gave his friend a mock sympathetic look.
"Poor you, you're cold. Hey, I thought Batman didn't get cold," remarked Wally.
Glaring, the ebony crossed his arms and snuggled further into his friend before responding.
"He does too! He just doesn't complain about it," Wally gave him a pointed look, and Robin rolled his eyes, continuing, "And besides, you're a speedster. You're naturally warmer than the rest of us."
"That's not the ONLY reason, Rob. Also has to do with size. The smaller you are, the colder you get. And you, young sir, are puny compared to me." Snickering, the speedster didn't block the punch to his shoulder.
"Whatever," said Robin, huffing.
The redhead sped away, returning in an instant with a blanket and a warm coat.
"Thanks," mumbled the ebony sulkily as his friend smirked.