Prompt 24 - Snow
It doesn't really snow in Gotham, so much as the streets pile up with ice and sludge. Layers of ice, and people still drive like the end of the world is coming. But hey, it's Gotham, right? So it might be. Wouldn't really be surprising, after all this time.

I'm not in the heart of Gotham tonight, though. Lucky me.

In an hour, we're supposed to have dinner. You know. As a family. I hope Dick leaves early, to avoid the craptastic traffic that is sure to be accumulating on the road from 'Haven.

Alfred has been up in arms about this all day. NO ONE ALLOWED IN HIS KITCHEN, KTHX. At all. Which kind of sucks, since I've been hungry since about noon. I don't even know what all he's cooking. It's all very hush-hush, you know, don't ask and I won't have to hit you with a spoon.

Whatever it is, it'll be worth waiting, but it sure as hell isn't making my stomach any happier.

Oh. That's the doorbell. Guess I'm out, then. Hope he brought some chips or something, though...

(Open for comments, etc, here.)

Muse: Tim Drake (Robin)
Source: DC Comics