snowflakes

There’s hot chocolate from Alfred, and the fresh-cookie smell of sugar and butter wafting down from the kitchen, and Jason laughs and tries not to feel like he’s sitting in somebody else’s house, even though he is.It’s nice, or it should be. Nobody yells, and Dick even passes him the gravy boat at dinner, even if he pretends not to hear him the first time he asks.Later, the ornament doesn’t break when he drops it into the wastebasket in Bruce’s study on his way up to bed. It’s not glass. Just an imitation of the real thing.