Pairings/Characters: Wee!Dick, Alfred, Bruce
Genres: Challenge, Fluff, Holiday, Slice-Of-Life
Warnings: Sap Alert! ;)
Summary: It’s Dick’s first Christmas Eve at the Manor.
Date Of Completion: November 29, 2009
Date Of Posting: December 9, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 772
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for northern_star’s 2009 Wish List. She requested Wee!Dick on Christmas Eve. :) Also written for my 2009 DCU Fic/Art Glitter Winter Holidays Challenge: Prompts: Ornaments, Garlands, Glitter, Shining, Sparkle, Icicles/Tinsel and saavikam77’s 2009 DCU Free_For_All Winter Holidays Challenge. Prompts: No. 8: Family/Home and No. 11: Candy Canes/Cookies.
The entire series can be found here.
The fire’s crackling,
The snow’s falling…
A perfect Christmas Eve.
"O, Christmas Tree!"
Snow fell softly outside the Manor windows, the faint sounds of church bells ringing as the fire crackled in the living room hearth.
Dick sat cross-legged before the fire, gazing up at the giant Christmas tree. The ornaments and silver and gold garlands glittered in the firelight, reflected back by Dick’s shining eyes.
Alfred smiled at the picture the boy made. Dick reminded him of another small boy who had once believed in the magic of Christmas.
You’ve brought that back to that little boy who’s all grown up.
Bruce was suddenly next to Alfred, putting a hand on his old friend’s shoulder. Giving his shoulder a squeeze, Bruce entered the living room.
“You’ve been a good boy, Dick. Waiting to see what Santa brings you?”
Dick laughed, his eyes sparkling. “Isn’t he Clark’s neighbor?”
“Yeah, up at the North Pole.”
Bruce laughed this time, ruffling Dick’s hair. “Come to think of it, I seem to remember that Clark mentioned that he’d seen Rudolph practicing his flying last week.”
“Christmas cookies, sirs,” said Alfred as he brought in a tray with the treats and glasses of buttermilk.
“Awesome!” Dick took a plate and several cookies and a glass, returning to his seat before the fireplace. He bit into the shortbread cookie with green icing and red sprinkles. “Mmm, you’re still the best, Alfred!”
“I should hope so.”
Dick grinned as he finished his cookie and started a second one.
Bruce sat in his favorite chair, Alfred in his, and there was bantering conversation as the family enjoyed Christmas Eve together, Dick teasing as he shook presents and crawled around the tree, inspecting each tag, a silver icicle catching in his hair as he returned to his spot in front of the tree.
“We always had Christmas Eve off,” Dick said softly as his eyes watched the dance of firelight on the tree, the Kryptonian crystal glowing like a flamejewel. “The whole circus would gather around a bonfire and eat chocolates and cookies and drink cider while singing and dancing, and then we’d all go back to our trailers and have our own little traditions. We always had a tree and Dad would read The Night Before Christmas and when I woke up the next morning, Santa had been there.” Dick’s eyes shimmered but he smiled, and Bruce blinked, discreetly wiping at his eyes. “Christmas Eve was always a time for magic.”
Dick looked back and smiled, and Alfred and Bruce smiled back.
“Every Christmas Eve, we would roast chestnuts and open one gift before the morning.” Alfred’s voice was fondly reminiscent. “Mother cooked a Christmas goose and always prepared the Christmas pudding with currants while Father made the eggnog. Nothing tasted quite as good as that pudding, I must say.”
Dick swiveled around to face Bruce and Alfred, his eyes rapt, the icicle glittering in his hair.
Bruce spoke softly. “We’d sit here in the living room, admiring the tree. I’d be sitting right where you are, Dick. We’d eat cookies and sing carols and I’d be so excited for Santa.” His voice quivered slightly but he continued. “The night seemed…magical. Like there were all kinds of possibilities.”
Dick smiled. “All kinds of possibilities,” he repeated. His hand brushed against a silver bell ornament, the tiny jingle melodic. “Does that mean an angel gets his wings?” Dick laughed.
Amused, Bruce answered, “I think Jimmy Stewart had it right.”
“That’s a nice notion, though, that a bell signals getting your wings. Very cool.”
The snow glittered as it fell outside the windows, matching the sparkle of the Christmas tree. Dick sighed happily.
The clock chimed ten, Bruce rising from his chair and gathering a sleeping boy in his arms.
“The warmth of the fire and those good cookies of yours did him in.”
Alfred smiled serenely as he began to clean up. “I expect the excitement of his first Christmas here at the Manor contributed to his exhaustion.” Alfred’s voice softened. “This first Christmas without his parents could have been very difficult, but you helped make it special.”
Bruce’s chest tightened. He remembered his first Christmas without his parents. Without Alfred, he wouldn’t have survived it.
“So did you.”
Alfred smiled, then left the room with the dishes and glasses. Bruce turned, his elbow hitting the bell ornament that jingled merrily.
He laughed softly. “A Robin gets his wings.” He kissed Dick’s temple and brought him upstairs as the snow continued to fall.