Authors Note: It's kinda all over the place, but enjoy anyway.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Lyrics at the Bottom: From the song I Believe in Santa Claus by Kenny Rodgers and Dolly Parton. I thought it would fit because of Dick's happy go lucky personality, and the fact that he believes in Santa, but even more so, he believes in Bruce.

Dick was wrapping Bruce's present on the floor of his room. He was grinning madly, looking somewhat like the Joker. It was his first year with Bruce for Christmas, and to tell the truth, he couldn't wait. He had gotten Bruce the best present he could think of, although he was sure that Bruce already knew what it was, but he didn't much care.

He had just finished wrapping the present in Batman wrapping paper when Bruce walked in the room. Dick shoved the present underneath his bed.

"Hey Bruce!" Said Dick quickly, a giggle escaping the child.

Bruce let a small smile appear on his lips. Bruce was almost as excited for Christmas as Dick was. For the past couple years Christmas hadn't been a very important holiday to Bruce. He gave Alfred something and Alfred gave Bruce something. That was it. In fact, the house didn't even have a Christmas Tree half the time. But Bruce had went out of his way to buy a Christmas Tree this year, and make sure he had gifts for Dick and Alfred.

And this year Santa was going to make a stop by the Wayne house.

"Did you know it's snowing?" Asked Bruce, glancing at the boy.

"It's snowing?!" Asked Dick, jumping up on his bed to look out the window. Snowflakes were falling, and a thin layer had already coated the ground. "It's snowing! It's snowing! Bruce, it's snowing!"

Bruce smiled, and nodded.

"Can I go play in the snow?" Dick asked, glancing up at his guardian eagerly. "Please Bruce! Please!?"

"Of course." Said Bruce.

The little boy slipped past Bruce, and raced down the stairs. Bruce followed him at a slower speed. Alfred stopped the acrobat before he could run out into the cold. Dick merely put up with the butler as he slipped a coat onto Dick's shoulders.

When Dick finally came in, his nose was bright red. Bruce told him that he looked like Rudolph, and the acrobat had to look in the mirror before he could do anything else.

The group had dinner, and afterwards drank hot chocolate. They read 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas' which had Dick giggling nonstop. Bruce then swept the little boy up in his arms and tucked him in.

Dick woke up at midnight. He crawled out of his covers and glanced out the window. It was snowing again! The snowflakes looked so captivating in the moonlight. They looked like little angels, floating down to earth. Dick yawned, and was about to climb back in bed, when a thought crossed his mind.

He had played in the snow during the day, and that was fun, but he wondered if it was more fun to play in the snow at night.

Dick crept down the stairs, using the dim lights from the Christmas Tree to guide him. He then opened the door gently, and stepped out into the snow.

He shivered. He didn't know how cold it was going to be. It was, after all, his first snowstorm. The circus had always been somewhere snow didn't fall during Christmas.

Dick ignored the cold, and played in the snow in only his pajamas. About an hour later, the acrobat crept up to his bedroom, and slipped under the covers.

Dick was sick.

It was Christmas Eve, and he was sick.

Bruce had also found out that the little boy had snuck out into the cold the previous night. But how on earth could he be mad at someone who always looked so innocent? Plus, he figured that Dick had gotten his punishment by being sick for Christmas.

"Bruce?" Croaked the child.

"Yes?" Asked Bruce tenderly, sitting on the couch beside Dick, who was watching The Polar Express.

"Since I was naughty by going outside, will Santa still come visit me?"

"I don't know," Remarked Bruce, shrugging, trying to hide his mischievous smile.

"I'm really sorry Bruce." Dick looked ready to cry.

Bruce hugged the little boy. "I'm not mad Dickie. I promise."

"Clark?" Asked Bruce.

"Merry Christmas Bruce!" Exclaimed Clark, and Bruce could practically hear his smile at the other end of the line.

"I know it's Christmas, but I need some help..."

Bruce had to admit, Clark had went the whole nine yards. He had used temporary white hair dye on his hair, and had a incredibly real looking beard on. He was dressed in a Santa suit, he had stuffed something in the stomach of the suit, to make himself look fat.

In short, Clark looked like the real thing.

"Thanks Clark." Said Bruce, glancing Superman up and down.

"Did I hear right? Did you just thank me?"

"Yes." Grumbled the bat, his eyes narrowing in a glare. He thrust something in Clark's hands. "This is a present for Dick. And please don't mess this up."

Superman could see the 'ruin this for my son and your dead' look on Bruce's face.

When Bruce took Dick in Superman had been surprised. He'd never seen Bruce care for anyone. But since Dick had been in Bruce's life, there was a certain light about the bat. He came home more frequently, and smiled more often.

Clark liked the change.

Dick sneezed, and curled up a little tighter underneath his blankets. Why had he gone outside? Now he was sick, and Santa might not bring him any presents.

There was a sharp rapping on the door.

"I wonder who that could be?" Wondered Alfred out loud as he went to open the door. "Especially on Christmas Eve."

Bruce walked down the stairs, and stood over Dick, maybe just slightly protectively.

Alfred opened the door, and in stepped...Santa.

Dick's eyes grew wide, and he took a quick breath in. "Santa!" He shouted, which hurt his throat, but the acrobat didn't much care.

"Ho Ho Ho!" Laughed the man. "Hi Dick!"

"Why are you here?" Asked Dick, his eyes wide, a smile spreading over his face.

"I figured you could use some holiday cheer, just a little early. Especially since your sick." Santa let out a chuckle. "I guess you learned not to go out in the snow at night!"

Dick nodded eagerly. "So...you're still going to give me presents? I mean, you aren't mad?"

"Of course not!" Said the man, kneeling beside Dick. "Now let's see here..."

Santa rummaged through his bag, and brought finally brought out the gift. "Ah! Here it is!"

He handed Dick the gift. "Now, I better get going before my Reindeer get too comfortable. Plus, I have other kids to visit! Ho Ho Ho! I hope you start feeling better Dick!"

That night, Dick was holding a costume to his chest. His head lay in Bruce's lap. He was fighting off sleep, but just before he drifted off, he stared up at Bruce.

"Thanks Bruce."

'I believe in miracles,

I believe in magic too,

I believe in Santa Claus and I believe in you.'