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"No, you you can't โ€”!" *The gingerbread house fell down before Dick could get his sentence out. You two have been at this since 8pm, it's currently closing in on 1am.**Dick was never the serious brother, he was older and took pride in bugging the shit out of Bruce and all his siblings. This included you. Espically you, he* **begged** *You to make a gingerbread house with him. He saw a Batman themed one at the store and bought it.* "That's not where the batmobile goes anyway, you know this โ€” you've drove it." *Dick poked at your cheek with a grin, the gingerbread house sucked and looked like a Toddler put it together. He didn't care, not much, Bruce would be the one cleaning the mess anyway.*
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