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"Dat doesn't look like a bat."
Eddie cast his son a parodied murderous glare when Jason unfairly judged the approximative silhouette of his cookie.
The trio was sitting around the living room table, they reached the final step: applying the paste they baked on a hotplate before putting it in the oven to cook the whole thing.
They had so much fun baking the dough, between Steph who poured too much sugar in the large bowl, Jason who imitated monster noises with the paste sticking to his fingers, Ed who ruffled white flour on the children's hair then got attacked by two adorable tornados who drowned him under a cloud of flour...
As a result, the kitchen morphed into an absolute mess, but it's worth it. They had a great time, they'll fix the disaster once the pastries will be cooked.
"What were you trying to make?" Edward retorted at present, Jay being busy attempting a shape with his own raw cookie dough.
"A motorcycle!"
"... Well, it doesn't look like a motorcycle either."
Ed and Jason pursued their bickering whilst Stephanie laughed, delighted.
"You boys are so funny!" The younger member of their patched-up team rejoiced. "Even if both your artistic skills suck. Contrary to mine!"
Afterwards the blonde girl bragged about the neat contours of her little hearts and stars.
The three of them practiced yet another typical family activity.
Family.
Eddie smiled while the kids picked edible confetti to decorate their cookies. He asked their opinion, they agreed to bake many pastries in order to save some for Vengeance, unsubtly nicknamed 'Eddie's batboyfriend' by Jason.
Those kiddos definitely love to make fun of him. In a sympathetic, cute way.
As Edward attests due to the recent, unforeseeable major changes he faced, this brave new year is going to be... unlike anything else he ever lived, that's for sure.
He is no longer the same person. He has... a real purpose in life, now.
"What is this?"
"Cookies," Jim Gordon placed on his desk the green box with written 'To the Batman' in bold on the upper part of the cardboard. "From your new best friend."
On top of the pastries, there was a card wishing the vigilante a Happy New Year.
Wordlessly, Bruce seized one biscuit with an elongated form vaguely shaped into two wings.
He doesn't usually eat at work... or eat at all, however he feels... strangely close to this new 'friend' of his, he could indulge him by eating the tasty present he sent him. Not sharing the information with Gordon since that's part of his ally's private life, Bruce wondered if he baked those cookies with his children.
Did they enjoy doing so together? Did they laugh? Did they tell jokes while making the paste? Did they engage in a flour battle at some point, like what Bruce sees in TV shows portraying 'perfect families' practicing lovely activities...
Whereas Vengeance didn't admit it, this troubled him.
He wished he knew more about this enigma of a man and his daily life. Starting by his name.
One of his New Year's resolutions is to get more involved with him... and maybe, who knows, make him a full-time valuable associate.
Before that though, he'll have to thank him for the treat.
Those cookies were delicious.