Sometime later, warmed up (and freshly showered, but never mind why,) Robin hit the ground with enough forward momentum to somersault straight into a snowdrift. Gotham had light snowfall and immediate slush, but it hadn't snowed this hard since Mr. Freeze tried to take over the place back in the old days. He swept together a starter ball as he'd seen Kim do for the middle section of her snowman, and rolled up just enough to make a decent-sized head in the shortest possible time. It was a little loosely packed, but this was an experiment.
"Heads up!!" he called, all of ten feet away from the headless snowman. One arm hefted the new creation into his other elbow, and if he just slung it forward in a gentle lacrosse swing...