"Hey, did you guys see that man who was sitting on the bench the entire time we were there?" Wally said as they drove back towards Wayne Manor.

"Yeah, I noticed him too. He was kinda creepy, just sitting there, not really doing anything but watching everyone," Roy replied to him. "What did you think of him, Dick?"

Of course he knew that Dick had noticed him too, he was a bat after all and everyone knows that if you're a bat, than you have an obligation to notice everything and everyone around you no matter if you're in hero or civilian mode.

After a second, Dick said "Yeah, I saw him." He seemed to consider his words, than continued. "I don't know why, but he seemed very - familiar… like I've seen him before."

"With that white hair and eye-patch, you'd think you would be able to remember him!" Wally stated.

"I know, he looked eccentric," the other redhead cut in.

"Yeah, weird…" Dick was now somewhat lost in thought about why the odd man who had been sitting in the park was nagging at his head, as if his brain was telling him that he had to remember who this guy was, that it was someone important.

Such thoughts took a backseat in his mind however when they finally arrived at the manor. He, Roy and Wally got steaming mugs of hot chocolate and a plate of Alfred's famous cookies, and they all tucked in after expressing their gratitude to the butler.

An hour or so later whilst playing some videogames, the parents started arriving. Ollie and Dinah came to pick up Roy and then Barry came shortly after to pick up Wally. Before they left however, the trio set a date so that they would be able to spend another day just like this one, because it had been a much needed time of unwinding for all of them.

After Dick helped Alfred with cleaning up the others mugs and discarded plates, he settled himself into the couch to wait until Bruce got home. He planned to tell his father figure all about his day, and that they should have one like it soon with just the two of them. It kind of backfired though when he ended up falling asleep…

Bruce got back from work a little while later, and he was met with quite an adorable sight. His little bird was curled up on the couch cuddled up in a blanket, the blazing fire in the nearby fireplace casting a warm glow over his dozing form. Bruce walked over and tucked the blanket more securely around his little bird, making sure that he was as warm as possible. Then after giving the slumbering boy a light kiss on his forehead, he went to get dressed for patrol. For a second he considered waking up the boy, but expelled it from his mind. He rarely ever got sleep like this; it would do him good to get as much as possible. He expected to hear all about the teen's most likely eventful day with his two best friends first thing tomorrow, and a smile graced his face as he thought about Dick ecstatically recounting everything that had happened with that characteristic grin of his adorning his face as he did.

As he donned his cowl and cape, Dick slept on, dreaming. He dreamt of snowball fights with redheads and hitting home-runs with balls made of ice, all the while having the time of his life surrounded by the beautiful whites and blues that winter brings.

But, at the very edge of his thoughts, was what he thought he could make out as being a man with an orange and black mask, watching him the entire time.