Gotham got snow every winter; Blüdhaven, less frequently. Blüdhaven’s skies were more inclined towards sleet or hail, so when Dick woke up and looked out his apartment window at a white world, he was a little taken aback.
“It snowed,” he said softly.
“Mm?” Bruce mumbled into the pillow.
Dick turned to watch Bruce come awake. “It snowed,” he repeated, getting back under the covers.
Bruce yawned and put his arm around Dick, pulling him closer. “Mm. Just like home.”
“If we were home,” Dick said, “we could light a fire.”
Bruce smiled without opening his eyes. “The library would be a good place,” he said. “With all the lights off and just the fire going.”
“No windows,” Dick protested. “I’d want to see the snow.”
“My bedroom,” Bruce said, turning and pressing his face against Dick’s shoulder. “Fire. Snow. You.”
Dick breathed out slowly, watching the faintest curl of smoke mist away. The heating in his little apartment really wasn’t the best. He didn’t feel homesick, exactly, but he knew that wouldn’t be the case if Bruce hadn’t taken the time off to come visit Dick during the holidays. A small part of Dick wanted to out and run around in the snow, join the kids he could hear emerging onto the streets with shrieks of delight, but a much larger part wanted to stay curled up with Bruce for the rest of the day.
“Let’s go back to sleep,” Dick said, lying back and letting Bruce’s warmth enfold him.
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Date: 2010-12-27 06:29 am (UTC)Gotham got snow every winter; Blüdhaven, less frequently. Blüdhaven’s skies were more inclined towards sleet or hail, so when Dick woke up and looked out his apartment window at a white world, he was a little taken aback.
“It snowed,” he said softly.
“Mm?” Bruce mumbled into the pillow.
Dick turned to watch Bruce come awake. “It snowed,” he repeated, getting back under the covers.
Bruce yawned and put his arm around Dick, pulling him closer. “Mm. Just like home.”
“If we were home,” Dick said, “we could light a fire.”
Bruce smiled without opening his eyes. “The library would be a good place,” he said. “With all the lights off and just the fire going.”
“No windows,” Dick protested. “I’d want to see the snow.”
“My bedroom,” Bruce said, turning and pressing his face against Dick’s shoulder. “Fire. Snow. You.”
Dick breathed out slowly, watching the faintest curl of smoke mist away. The heating in his little apartment really wasn’t the best. He didn’t feel homesick, exactly, but he knew that wouldn’t be the case if Bruce hadn’t taken the time off to come visit Dick during the holidays. A small part of Dick wanted to out and run around in the snow, join the kids he could hear emerging onto the streets with shrieks of delight, but a much larger part wanted to stay curled up with Bruce for the rest of the day.
“Let’s go back to sleep,” Dick said, lying back and letting Bruce’s warmth enfold him.