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This fic takes place while Barbara Gordon was Batgirl and before the New Teen Titans were formed... so, Silver Age?

Title: Baby, It's Cold Outside
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Dick/Babs
Word Count: 1,004
Summary: Barbara Gordon is the daughter of the police commissioner and a respected scholar in her own right. She should not be working on Christmas Eve and her job should not be to tag-team with a juvenile delinquent in pixie boots. Alas, life is weird.



Robin was wearing pants.

That was not the kind of thought Barbara thought she would be spending Christmas having. Maybe “Hey, the Yule Log is brighter this year” or “Bullock spiked the eggnog already?” But not Robin wearing long pants and snow boots instead of hot-pants and pixie shoes. It was weird seeing him wearing close (well, closer) to normal clothes. She never thought it would strike her as weird to see Robin not wearing scaly green man-panties. Then she realized what her subconscious might be trying to slip under her radar.

“Hey, you’re blushing,” Robin said. Like her, he had his cape tugged around him for warmth.

In fact, his “early Christmas present” to her had been her new cape, which couldn’t be reversed into a skirt but was quite toasty. More than that, his face had fallen so adorably when she pointed out this meant they didn’t have to huddle together for warmth.

“It’s just the cold,” she said to him, teeth chattering.

He offered her a thermos from his utility belt. She opened it, took a whiff. Hot chocolate.

“Jeeves insisted,” Robin said, using her name for that comparatively normal English butler he and Batman hung out with in their cave.

She drank, gratefully, and passed it back to him. He grinned and touched her to wipe away her chocolate milk mustache.

Batgirl tried desperately to find her inner Scrooge again. Really, there was no good reason daddy should be called into work and she should be out patrolling on Christmas… except for the Joker escaping again and broadcasting threats about the “reindeer games” he was going to play with Gotham. So far, they’d broken up two would-be rapes and someone who’d attempted to rob a Salvation Army Santa. Ho ho ho.

“Yeesh, I’ve seen friendlier looks on the gargoyles,” Robin told her.

“Grotesques,” she corrected. “They have to do this rainwater thing to be gargoyles. And does your court jester act work on Batman?”

Barbara’s words had their intended effect, to her regret. Robin’s face went dark under his mask. “Not nearly often enough. I’m starting college soon… won’t be able to spend enough time here as I’d like. I worry about the big guy, you know? How silly is that?”

“Not silly at all.” Barbara hopped up onto the balustrade to dangle her legs over the city. Not very ‘batty’, but she was tired of that anyway. “Batman needs a Robin.”

He hopped up next to her, doing a handstand before settling into an Indian sit. “And who does Robin need?” he teased, his breath ghosting hotly against her neck. She could feel it right through her cowl.

“Jeeves?” she guessed.

Robin barked laughter and backflipped onto the roof. She took out her binoculars and gave Gotham Square another scan - who knew, someone could have something planned for the Lighting of the Tree, even if Batman had said it was too cliché for the Joker. Then a snowball thwomped her in the back of the head.

She spun around to see Robin with his legs crossed innocently and his hands behind his back, looking up at the stars.

“Nice night tonight, eh?”

“Who threw that?” she growled.

He held his hands out, flecks of snow obvious on them. “Could’ve been anyone. There are lots of dangerous men out tonight.”

“Dangerous?” she gave him a look-over, causing him to preen boyishly. “Men?”

“Hey!”

She laughed and began scooping up snow. Robin raised his cape in front of him like a shield. Batgirl ignored his literal capering about as she carefully molded her own snowball.

“So, got any plans for after we capture ol’ purple-pants?”

“Knowing Jeeves, he’ll have a spread set out. And hey, presents.”

“Think you’re gonna get some shiny new Batarangs in your stocking?”

He zig-zagged, providing a moving target. “I was hoping for something more along the lines of the keys to my own Batmobile, but sure, Batarangs would work for me.”

Barbara tossed her perfectly aerodynamic snowball up and down, just waiting for an opening. “What about us?”

“I suppose I could let you drive…” He grinned wolfishly. “If you ask nicely.”

“I meant…”

Barbara walked forward, swinging her hips, fluttering her eyelashes. Immature, sure… but it felt good to see his Adam’s apple bob. Nerd? Her? She had superheroes picking their jaws up off the floor.

“I meant… maybe we could find a nice fire someplace, fix some hot chocolate…”

She licked her lips, tasting raspberry-flavored chapstick. “Maybe do some goodbying under the mistletoe?”

Exactly what that goodbying would entail must’ve took up a lot more brain space than what she’d implied, because he left himself wide open for a snowball to the face. It was a thing of beauty… he practically did a somersault before landing flat on his back. She laughed, mock-coquettishly, and planted a yellow boot on his chest, the high heel right on his Robin emblem.

“Don’t cry, boy wonder. Maybe Santa will bring you a supermodel for Christmas.”

Robin spat out snow and looked up at the stars. “Here’s hoping. You Gotham chicks play too rough.”

She danced away before he could sweep her legs out from under her. “Go on, pretend you don’t like it.”

“Me? Never.” He jumped to his feet. Then he shook off the snow from his costume. “But if you play hard to get too rough, guy might get the idea you’re not playing.”

“Who says I’m not playing? Doesn’t toying with affections count for anything anymore?”

He circled around her almost quicker than she could follow, popping up in front of her before she was ready. Then he had his hands wrapped around her. “There’s toying and then there’s teasing.”

Barbara gracefully took hold of his arms at the wrists and looped them out from behind her neck. “Which do you prefer?”

“None of the above.”

“The night is young, not-so-short-pants.” She gave him back his own grin, big as the moon. “You’ve still got till dawn to find me under a mistletoe.”

Date: 2007-12-04 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hradzka.livejournal.com
Oh, this is really cute. It plays like something out of BATMAN FAMILY, and that's good enough for me.

Date: 2007-12-04 01:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rubynye.livejournal.com
Damn, you took my comment! *pouts*

What he said. :D This was delightful.

Date: 2007-12-04 11:14 am (UTC)
ext_11979: (Nightwing and Batman)
From: [identity profile] suki-blue.livejournal.com
Lovely Christmas!fic.

Date: 2007-12-04 03:58 pm (UTC)
ext_251: (Happy SMLMJ)
From: [identity profile] htbthomas.livejournal.com
Absolutely darling! ♥

Date: 2007-12-05 12:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] majrgenrl8.livejournal.com
That was adorable.

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