Chapter 3
Barbara's PoV
It used to really bother me that my dad usually had to work late on Christmas Eve and Christmas, but it hasn't been as bad these past few years. Of course I'd love to be with him, but I've gained two little sisters and three little brothers over the past few years. Not to mention my surgot grandfater, my godfather, and my wonderful fiancé.
Speaking of my family, we're currently in the kitchen blaring music, making Christmas cookies. This was a traditon Dick and I started when we were nine, and had done every year since. I remember having to explain the point of making "baked shapes of cancer and diabetes causing, fattening, tooth decaying sweets," to Damian the first year we did this together. Jason was happy he wasn't being ignored on Christmas again his first year. Stephanie was simply happy to be eating sugar. Cass was mildly confused, but ended up enjoying it (other than the part where we caught the cookies on fire). Tim was excited that Christmas wasn't turened into another reason to stay locked in his room. In all honesty, the things that made them happiest made my childhood seem like a walk through Candyland. Stop thinking about the negative things.
Just as Adel's "Hello" reached the chorus, Dick burst into the room, singing along. After multiple protests to the terrible singing from everyone in the room, including Alfred, Damian decided to put an end to the clamor. He shoved a cookie in Dick's mouth.
"Stop."
I couldn't manage to stiffle my laugheter, causing Dick to roll his eyes.
"Love you too, Babs," he said after swallowing his cookie. I smiled before wiping the icing from my hands onto his nose.
"Merry Christmas."
"Christmas is tomorrow, Babs," Jason pointed out. I put icing on his nose as well, causing him to flick flour on me. I couldn't let that fly, so I tried to hit him with a glob of icing. Unfortunatly, Jason doged the icing. Fortunatly, it didn't hit Bruce. Unfortunatly, it hit Damian.
That's how the Wayne Cookie War of 2015 began.
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