Dick had been working on his present for Bruce for two months now. Alfred had gotten him the wood to work with. He sat patiently carving at the wood, revealing the images that had been in his head, and was now coming to life before him. He hoped that Bruce would like it. He used to make stuff for his parents when he was little, and they had always liked his presents.

He heard a knock on the door, and he quickly slid his project under his bed and sat up with a book in his hand. "Come in." The door opened and Bruce walked in with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing inside reading Dick? The snow is falling, and I thought you might like to go out with me. We can make a snow man if you like, or ride our motorcycles in the woods." Dick smiled up at his father, he had been adopted a year ago. His dad was making time to spend with him.

"Sure, if you have the time that is." Bruce came over and ruffled Dick's hair.

"Yes, time for you, young man. Well get up and lets go. Want to build a fort?" Dick smiled at Bruce who was smiling like a child himself. There was no way Dick was going to refuse him, anything that was fun.

"Yes, and then in our snow ball fight, I will make you say uncle." Dick got up and moved towards the hall, with Bruce.

"In your dreams, boy. I bet you a hot chocolate that I can hit you more than you can hit me."

"You're on Bruce." Alfred saw them coming down the stairs and smiled at the his boys. He liked to hear them laugh, and to see that expression on Master Bruce's face was priceless.

Bruce and Dick were busy throwing snowballs, when a car drove up. Commissioner Gordon got out and promptly got hit with a snowball. He turned and smiled, at Bruce who was pretending he didn't do it.

"Well Bruce it is good to see you. Didn't expect you to be home today."

"Well I had important things to do at home today. Right Dick?" He looked at Dick who had come over.

"Right, Bruce." His hand came from behind his back and he beaned Bruce upside the head, and began to run, as Bruce took off after him. Alfred came to the door, watching them for a moment, and motioned for the Commissioner to come inside where it was warm.

When Bruce finally came in, all wet, and covered in snow. The Commissioner was sitting in the living room, drinking a hot cup of coffee, and looking at one of the magazines on the coffee table in front of him.

"I am sorry about that. I should have come in with you." Bruce sat down, as Alfred came in with a hot cup of coffee for him.

"It's fine Bruce, I know how it is. I've been there, remember? Barbara used to love that kind of thing too."

"So what brings you out here?"

"Well there is a favor I want to ask of you."

"Sure, if I can."

"There is a special party coming up. Fund raiser, for shelters for women of domestic violence."

"Oh yeah, Jennifer has mentioned that to me. She ask me to go."

"You aren't going?"

"Well I hadn't planned to do so."

"It will help a lot if you could, others will come if you do."

"Alright, but Dick is coming too. Jennifer wants him to come and be her sisters escort... though I will be keeping an eye on her little sister, Kelly.

"Bruce, you don't think..."

"I don't know, but Dick doesn't know much about girls, and I don't want anyone to take advantage of his youth and inexperience." The commissioner smiled at the young father. He was worse than he was with Babs. Interesting.