The snow somehow had lifted itself a bit, but today was the coldest of all days. Still, Bruce considered calling Tim just to see if he'd want Bruce to take over patrol. But, knowing Diana, she would stop him from even attempting to escape. She pushed him for this month long break from duties so he could relieve some of the stress that Gotham had put on his shoulders.

He paced the floor of the bedroom, occasionally looking outside. He heard Diana groan loudly in annoyance. She sat up from the bed.

"Bruce, it is freezing outside, and I forbid you from leaving this house." She said. "Nothing is going to happen."

"Just let me call Tim." Bruce said, extending his hand out toward her. She frowned, holding both his and her phone close to her chest. She shook her head.

"Tim is fine Bruce. Now will you quit pacing before you fall through the floor?" Bruce sighed and crossed his arms.

"Give me the phone and I'll stop." He said. She shrugged and laid back down.

"No."

He walked towards her. "Diana." He glared at her. She covered herself with the blanket.

"No." She repeated, her voice muffled by the comforter.

"Diana, give me the phone." He commanded. The blanket shook its head. He sighed, getting on top of her and crossing his arms once again.

"By the gods Bruce!" She shouted as he pressed his full weight onto her. She uncovered her face. "You're crushing me!"

He smirked. "Give me the phone." She rolled her eyes and gave him her own smirk.

"Fine." She tucked both phones under her shirt. He narrowed his eyes.

"Fine, I'll eat the rest of the ice cream." She gasped and also narrowed her eyes.

"You wouldn't dare." She almost growled. He smirked again.

"I mean, if you really don't want to finish that ice cream..."

Suddenly, he found himself looking up at her, both hands pinned on either side of his head. She leaned in, her eyes still narrowed. He bit his lip, glancing at hers, resisting the urge to kiss her.

"If you want hands then you won't touch the ice cream." She threatened. He sighed.

"You win." She let go of him with a smile of triumph and landed on his side.

"But I'm still eating it." He said, almost jumping off the bed and sprinting to the kitchen.

"Bruce!" She called, flying out their room and down to the kitchen.

Bruce held up the tub of ice cream with a sly smirk. "You have powers and yet I still beat you." He watched her land softly on the ground. She put her hands to her hips.

"I didn't know you were going to trick me." He chuckled, setting the tub down on the counter and grabbing two cups from the cabinet. He opened one of the drawers, rummaging through it until he found the ice cream scooper. She walked towards him.

"You know little to nothing when it comes to cooking, yet you know where the ice cream scooper is." She said, smirking.

He shrugged. "I have a sweet tooth."

His thoughts of patrol drifted from his mind as he swiped some ice cream from Diana's cup after he had already finished his own. She glared at him, the spoon in her hand bending. He flashed her a smile, kissing her quickly on the lips before stealing another bite.

"I still want to go out for patrol." He said, grabbing the cup from her hands and finishing the rest of ice cream.

"The minute you step outside, you're going to get frostbite." She grabbed the cup once more and the spoon from his mouth before stealing the final bits of ice cream.

"Can I at least call him?" He asked. She sighed, taking a glance at both of their phones that sat on top of the table. She grabbed his and rolled her eyes, handing the device to him.

He pressed it against his ear, tapping his foot against the floor. He watched Diana stand up and place the cup and spoons inside the sink.

"Bruce?" His son's voice asked. Bruce could almost hear Tim shiver. "What are you calling for?"

"I was going to ask if you needed help. I could take over patrol for you." Bruce answered.

"I'm good. I'm actually on a case right now." Tim replied, his voice muffled by something. Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"About what?"

"Murder. Someone killed a thug with a nine millimeter pistol to the head, execution style." Tim explained. "What's unsettling is what the person left as his tag."

"What did he do?"

There was a long silence. "Um, a bat painted in blood on the wall." Tim cleared his throat. "And some very vulgar language off to the side for you."

"I'll check it out." Bruce said, hanging up and heading to one of the closet doors that had housed his suits. He came out fully dressed, finishing the last few touches of his gauntlet.

Diana turned around and sighed. She crossed her arms. "Really?"

"What?" Diana frowned at him.

"You brought your suit with you? Don't tell me there's a Batcave in here too." She said sarcastically. Bruce rubbed the back of his neck and pursed his lips.

"There's a Batcave in here?!" She exclaimed, glaring at him. He turned back toward the closet he had just come out of, opening it and setting the suits apart, revealing a dark passage that had dug itself into the earth. She walked toward the closet, looking down at the staircase.

She turned back to him. "Every entrance you have for a Batcave is like going to Narnia." He laughed. She entered and shivered as she stepped down.

"It's freezing in here." She complained. He glided past her, going to the computer, which wasn't as large as the original Bat computer, and tracked down Tim's location.

He glanced back at Diana when her phone rang, turning back at the computer to search for any reports of the bloody bat and dead thug. He raised a brow in curiousity. He knew not one of his children would murder, even if they were pushed to the edge. Dick was at Blüdhaven, Tim had discovered the crime scene, and Damian was stuck at home with Alfred after he had gotten grounded for letting a rat come inside the house since it was too cold outside.

"Jason?" Diana's voice cracked. Bruce turned to her at the name. She stared back at him, eyes wide in shock and glossy. Tears brimmed her eyes and she covered her mouth.

Bruce quickly turned to the computer, putting in Diana's phone number and tracing the call. He mouthed to her to keep him on the line as he traced the call. He heard Diana sniff as she started to cry.

"Where are you?" She cried. "Just stay on the line okay? I'm going to get you." She shook her head suddenly. "Jason, please don't hang up."

She lowered the phone from her ear. Bruce turned back to the computer, watching as the trace failed to complete. He turned back to her.

"I'll find him." He said.

"I'm going with you." She replied, wiping away her tears and quickly transforming into her Wonder Woman outfit before he could stop her. He sighed, nodding as he ran to his bike and as she started to fly. He called Tim, telling him to put aside the murder and to call Damian and Dick, so they could all search for the boy who they all thought was dead.

At the checkpoint Bruce had established, the heroes had met Tim and Damian on a rooftop, a light flurry of snow now falling. Bruce had explained the situation to both boys, who nodded and discussed which areas to cover and what area Dick should search.

Bruce turned, noticing that Diana was standing away from them, her back turned as she stood on the very edge of the roof. Bruce frowned, walking up and standing beside her.

"Are you okay?" He asked. She shook her head and shivered, rubbing arms in an effort to keep warm. She wiped a tear from her eyes.

"It's cold outside." Her lip quivered as more tears threatened to make themselves known and stream down her face. "And my baby is out there."

Bruce detached his cape and wrapped it around her. He stood behind her, holding her by the waist. He pressed a kiss to her temple.

"We're going to find him, I promise Princess."

I know I know! Why am I updating only chapter 7? Well, as I said before I am a little sick so it is going to take me longer to actually post chapters. Also, I have auditions tomorrow for a musical and I'm really preparing myself for that.

Fun fact because I don't know what else to say: Did you know Baby It's cold outside is actually a date rape song? When she asks what was in the drink, and he avoids the question, he actually roofied her.