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WHO: Dick and Roy.
WHERE: Titans Tower
WHEN: December 25th, 2AM
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: IT'S CHRISTMAS MORNING. Very early.
FORMAT: Quicklog (AIM)
Dick: [Dick's back from patrol. Because, yes, he patrolled on Christmas' Eve. The urban legend that says everyone is happy and not prone to bad thing on Christmas is false. When he comes back, it's a little passed two in the morning, which means it's Christmas. He's not tired, and not especially in a good mood, but he knows a way to correct that.
It includes walking in Roy's room (that he doesn't lock -- not like Dick) and shaking him awake. At two in the morning. Dick is a fabulous friend.]
Roy: [Roy has reflexes from being a hero this long. The first thing he does when Dick shakes him is lash out with his fist, then roll off the bed and into a 'ready to fight' stance.] Wha-? [That's when he notices that it's Dick here.]
The hell?!
Dick: [Dick was expecting it because he's been in the business for a while, too, and he's pretty much smirking. Roy won't be able to push him off because he's tired and doesn't want to get out of bed.]
Hey. It's two in the morning.
Roy: [Roy groans, still very sleepy, and whacks at Dick's head lightly, more to express his annoyance than anythign else.] God, what is wrong with you?
Dick: [Dick catches Roy's hand and smacks right back before letting him go. They are both incredibly mature, that's for sure.]
There's nothing wrong. It's passed midnight, so it's Christmas and I am not sleepy at all. So I figured I could give you your gift. But you can also go back to sleep and I'll give it tomorrow morning. [He's smiling in that mocking way he often does.]
Roy: [They are the maturest ever, duh.]
Oka- wait. [Roy blinks at Dick.] Wait, did you say presents? [And suddenly he's smiling and all ready to go.] Let's do it!
Dick: [Dick rolls his eyes, raising his hands in a 'this isn't my fault' way.] I don't know. I was motivated but then you smacked me for waking you up.
Roy: [Roy raises an eyebrow.] Yeah, well, it's 2 in the morning. Also, if I don't get my present, you don't get yours.
Dick: [Uh, as if that was gonna work.] I don't mind waiting after sleep to get mine.
Roy: [Roy stares.] Sorry for hitting you. [About as grudging as he can make it]
Dick: [Okay, that's enough for Dick. He smiles and nods his head on the side.] Kay. You'll have to follow, I couldn't bring it upstairs.
Roy: [Oh, that perks Roy's curiosity.] What? Why not? [He rolls out of bed and grabs for a sweatshirt to pull over his pyjamas]
Dick: [Dick looks at Roy seriously even though he's smirking. It's ruining the look quite terribly.] That would be telling. [He gets to the elevator and calls it -- the doors open nearly immediately and he steps in the way to keep it that way until Roy joins him.]
Roy: [Roy's following right on Dick's heels. As the elevator goes down, he bounces on his toes, excited.] So where is it? [And drags Dick out as soon as they hit ground level.]
Dick: No one could tell you were the one sleeping five minutes ago. [Nope, he's not answering, he's just walking towards the underground garage where they keep all the cars and motorcycle.]
Roy: Well I'm a hero. We have to be ready to go at any moment, right? [He follows Dick and completely ignores the fact that he's barefoot. Whatever, he's walked over worse.]
Dick: Like complaining and whining at me because I dared wake you up. [He stops in the middle of the garage and takes out a very small box from his pocket, giving it to Roy.] There.
Roy: Yeah, well, just because I'm ready to go doesn't mean I have to like it. [Of course, Roy.] Pretty damn small for a present...? [He opens the box and his eyes widen.] Holy crap, are these- Holy crap. [He pulls the keys out of the box, staring at them with shock and awe.]
Dick: We sort of all have red bikes so you get the terra cotta one. [He motions at the motorcycle that's a bit more orange than the others.] You can redo the paint job yourself if you don't like it. [He's so cool about this.]
Roy: [Roy practically floats over in a dreamy haze.] It matches my hair. Sweet. [He's petting that bike with more care and adoration that mothers stroke their infant childrens' heads.]
Dick: Oh, sure, because that's clearly what I was thinking about when choosing colours. To make sure it would match your hair. [He crosses his arms over his chest and just looks at Roy acting like a child. Dick is used to it and he'd expected it. It's cool seeing him like this, anyway.]
Roy: Obviously. [Roy looks up in Dick's direction, finally, and grins like the happiest person ever.] Man, this is the best present ever. [Giant hug coming your way.]
Dick: You said you wanted one way back when we'd just met. [Dick sort of hugs back the same way he usually does.] A good chunk of the blame falls on Tim -- he's the one who helped me with this.
Roy: Geez. Trust you to remember all the teeny littlethings. [Roy laughs, then gives Dick another little squeeze before he backs off.] Man, I'm gonna hafta thank Tim too, then... but you're still getting the credit for the awesome gift. [Roy can't stop grinning.] Just... wow.
Dick: Just tell me you have some sort of ability to drive that thing because I told Tim you did. [And that's very relative because Dick is thirteen and has two of those. He clearly doesn't mean 'do you have a legit license', here. He's just making sure Roy knows not to break by turning the right handlebar or something.]
Roy: [Roy grins wildly.] Well, I haven't driven one since I got to the city, but I did a little back home. And you know what they say about riding bicycles, right?
Dick: I'm not sure the saying applies to motorcycles but whatever. Don't crash, I'll feel guilty. [Dick is just as sweet as ever~]
Roy: Yeah, yeah. Like I'm gonna crash a beauty like this. [Roy is enamoured, but he'll get you back later, Dick.]
Dick: You better not. I don't think Tim'll help out getting you a new one if you do. [A beat.] Except if you have a reason as to why you crashed it. And we all know there are about a million good reasons to crash a car or a bike.
Roy: [Roy sighs sadly.] Yeah, there are. [And then he realizes something.] Hey, does this have any extra tricks to it? Like, you know, special buttons... flamethrowers... stuff like that.
[You have to ask when it's a present from a bat.]
Dick: [Dick shakes his head.] No, but you've got places for your arrows and stuff and there's probably no better tires anywhere. They have the best grip. Which is usefulfor control when your bike can go up to 200 miles and hour. [Serious face is serious.] You better have a really good reason to push it to that speed, by the way.
[Dick pauses for the effect.] There's a GPA and radio, or course. The standard stuff. [And yes, the standard stuff includes a tracer, Roy. This is a motorcycle given by bats.]
Roy: [Roy nods thoughtfully while Dick lists off stats.] Yeah yeah, I don't be going that fast in the City, I know... [If he ever went for a roadtrip, though, that was a completely different story.] And ... am I gonna have to worry about Tim knowing where I'm driving this? [He doesn't know everything about machines, but he does know Batfam.]
Dick: [Roadtrips are highway stuff. It's easy and not especially dangerous to go fast on highways. Dick wouldn't judge.
Dick raises an eyebrow, in a sort of 'well duh, what did you think?' expression, answering simply.] Yes. But he shouldn't look if he doesn't have a reason to. [Tim had said he wasn't hacking his things, anymore. Dick has trouble believing that, but he should trust him a little more.]
Roy: If you say so... [Roy stares at the bike, then weighs his options. He could take the tracker out and piss off the other Robin, or he could let it stay and... trust him.] I'll leave it for now, then. You know where it is, though, right?
Dick: [Dick looks at Roy seriously.] Yeah but. Seriously? Just keep it. I kept the ones on my bikes. If you ever get in trouble, it'll be great to know where you are. Not to mention the communicators are track-able so it wouldn't change anything much. It's just to have more than one way to locate anyone if needed. [Dick can get worried for people around him, too.]
Roy: Yeah, okay... [Well, if Dick's going to kick a fit about it, Roy will leave it in. It's a gift, after all and if he really wants to disappear, well. There's always travel by foot.] So... you wanna go for a ride?
Dick: I'm just back from patrol, I don't exactly feel like driving right now. [He looks at Roy up and down quickly.] And you don't even have shoes.
Roy: You and your stupid "logic". [Cheekily, Roy blows a raspberry at Dick.] Fine, we'll go back to bed. [He grins, then, and pats his bike covetously.] But we'll test 'em out tomorrow, right?
Dick: Yeah we can go out with them tomorrow. We're gonna get looks 'cause it's winter but they're made for it. [Dick smirks and starts walking toward the elevator again.] You have a helmet and riding boots that we're not looking at right now. D'you have any decent coat for this?
Roy: [Roy grins.] Whatever. Crime doesn't stop for winter, so why should we? [He catches up with Dick and punches him in the shoulder in a friendly way.] Man, you thought of everything didn't you? Awesome.
Dick: [Dick's smiles grows bigger.] Nah, I just knew you wouldn't wait for a helmet before decided you'd go out and try it out, so you sort of needed one right away. [And there's an elevator. Dick's calling it.]
Roy: Well. That too. [Roy shrugs. Hey, Dick knows him well. It's expected.]
Dick: [Let's walk in the elevator now that the doors are open.] So d'you have a gift for me, too, or what?
Roy: [Roy smiles.] Well, it's not nearly as cool as a motorcycle, just so you know. But yeah, sort of. I just got everyone gag gifts this year because.... [He shrugs again, but he looks a little embarrassed.] Well, I don't have Green Arrow's expense account anymore and it's not like I can get a job here.
Dick: [Dick nods. He doesn't mind.] If you really mind about that you can just ask Tim. Or if you kept your tags, the stupid machine gives us allocations. It's not as if I have a job, I just got over asking the extremely rich people around me for it. And my Batman left cache behind with tons of it, too. And I know where a few of those are.
[He shrugs -- money's really not something any of them should worry about or get embarrassed over.] But whatever, the point isn't to give the most expensive gifts. You get a bike 'cause it's useful. You'd have asked for some stupid artsy stuff that would have cost the same but be super useless, you wouldn't have it now.
Roy: I guess... [Roy grins.] Oh well, it'll probably make you laugh... and if it doesn't, then I can get you something else later.
Dick: I'll make sure to stay really really stern, then. [And they're up again and out of the elevator.]
Roy: [And Roy walks to his room at a pretty quick clip.] Okay, you can try. But I'll laugh, anyway.
Dick: If you laugh, then it'll have accomplished something, I guess. [He follows Roy and steps inside his room behind him, staying just by the door.]
Roy: [Roy digs around in his closet for a little while, but it doesn't take long for him to dig out a brightly wrapped parcel. He hands it to Dick with a smirk.] Here you go. I didn't write a card because, y'know, I've already said everything I really need to say before, I think. Writing it down would just be cheesy.
Dick: [Dick hadn't even thought about writing a card at all so he's not going to complain because Roy hasn't.] Yeah, we've been cheesy enough verbally, recently. [His smile is softer and happier just now, because he's really, really glad the City gave him Roy and Wally. Anyway! He has a very colourful gift to unwrap.
It doesn't take a lot of time before he gets to the various black and Robin-green coloured pants that the box contains. He's not keeping his face stern but he doesn't exactly laugh out loud, only rolling his eyes and grinning at Roy.] I do wear pants, already.
Roy: [Roy grins really wide.] Yeah, well, you can never have too many. Wouldn't wanna ever give you an excuse to go back to wearing those bootie shorts, man. [He drawls the phrase 'bootie shorts', putting extra emphasis just to up the embarrassment level.] Hey, I'll even add an offer in: If you ever run out 'cause they get wrecked, I'll get you more pants. Like, forever. Unlimited warranty or something.
Dick: [Dick hits Roy on the arm when he teases him about the short pants. At least, he didn't say they were... spanky pants or something. The realisation it could be worse still doesn't make him forgive Roy's teasing at all.] You are so generous. Best gift ever. [He says, as neutrally as he can.]
Roy: Oh, I know. I'm the best friend ever, right? [Roy elbows Dick, smirking.]
Dick: You're pretty fantastic, but not because you're giving me unlimited supplies of pants. [He smirks right back, but this was completely honest.]
Roy: [Roy rolls his eyes.] Well, I guess I can live with that. After all, I'm so much more than a pants-giver.
Dick: You are, but don't let it go up to your head too much. [Here, another smile for Roy.] And it's nearly three so we should sleep at some point.
Roy: With you around to keep popping my ego? Fat chance. [Oh shit, why'd you have to mention the time, Dick? Suddenly Roy's really tired. He yawns.] Yeah, yeah, we should.
Dick: [He mentioned it for just that. They do need to sleep, ok?] Crawl back to your bed. We'll talk again in a few hours.
Roy: [Roy doesn't want to just follow Dick's orders... but he's tired, so he just decides that it's not following orders if you were doing it anyway.] Yeah, yeah, I was already doing it. You go to bed too. You know Wally's gonna pounce on us both later to shake us down for presents.
Dick: [Dick makes a vague 'hmm' sound and nods once, setting his new pants in his hands.] See you in a few hours, then. [He's going to leave Roy's room and close the door but stops himself.] Ah, right. Merry Christmas.
Roy: [Roy waves, sitting on the bed.] Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too, Dick. See ya.
Dick: [And he's leaving. The end.]
WHERE: Titans Tower
WHEN: December 25th, 2AM
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: IT'S CHRISTMAS MORNING. Very early.
FORMAT: Quicklog (AIM)
Dick: [Dick's back from patrol. Because, yes, he patrolled on Christmas' Eve. The urban legend that says everyone is happy and not prone to bad thing on Christmas is false. When he comes back, it's a little passed two in the morning, which means it's Christmas. He's not tired, and not especially in a good mood, but he knows a way to correct that.
It includes walking in Roy's room (that he doesn't lock -- not like Dick) and shaking him awake. At two in the morning. Dick is a fabulous friend.]
Roy: [Roy has reflexes from being a hero this long. The first thing he does when Dick shakes him is lash out with his fist, then roll off the bed and into a 'ready to fight' stance.] Wha-? [That's when he notices that it's Dick here.]
The hell?!
Dick: [Dick was expecting it because he's been in the business for a while, too, and he's pretty much smirking. Roy won't be able to push him off because he's tired and doesn't want to get out of bed.]
Hey. It's two in the morning.
Roy: [Roy groans, still very sleepy, and whacks at Dick's head lightly, more to express his annoyance than anythign else.] God, what is wrong with you?
Dick: [Dick catches Roy's hand and smacks right back before letting him go. They are both incredibly mature, that's for sure.]
There's nothing wrong. It's passed midnight, so it's Christmas and I am not sleepy at all. So I figured I could give you your gift. But you can also go back to sleep and I'll give it tomorrow morning. [He's smiling in that mocking way he often does.]
Roy: [They are the maturest ever, duh.]
Oka- wait. [Roy blinks at Dick.] Wait, did you say presents? [And suddenly he's smiling and all ready to go.] Let's do it!
Dick: [Dick rolls his eyes, raising his hands in a 'this isn't my fault' way.] I don't know. I was motivated but then you smacked me for waking you up.
Roy: [Roy raises an eyebrow.] Yeah, well, it's 2 in the morning. Also, if I don't get my present, you don't get yours.
Dick: [Uh, as if that was gonna work.] I don't mind waiting after sleep to get mine.
Roy: [Roy stares.] Sorry for hitting you. [About as grudging as he can make it]
Dick: [Okay, that's enough for Dick. He smiles and nods his head on the side.] Kay. You'll have to follow, I couldn't bring it upstairs.
Roy: [Oh, that perks Roy's curiosity.] What? Why not? [He rolls out of bed and grabs for a sweatshirt to pull over his pyjamas]
Dick: [Dick looks at Roy seriously even though he's smirking. It's ruining the look quite terribly.] That would be telling. [He gets to the elevator and calls it -- the doors open nearly immediately and he steps in the way to keep it that way until Roy joins him.]
Roy: [Roy's following right on Dick's heels. As the elevator goes down, he bounces on his toes, excited.] So where is it? [And drags Dick out as soon as they hit ground level.]
Dick: No one could tell you were the one sleeping five minutes ago. [Nope, he's not answering, he's just walking towards the underground garage where they keep all the cars and motorcycle.]
Roy: Well I'm a hero. We have to be ready to go at any moment, right? [He follows Dick and completely ignores the fact that he's barefoot. Whatever, he's walked over worse.]
Dick: Like complaining and whining at me because I dared wake you up. [He stops in the middle of the garage and takes out a very small box from his pocket, giving it to Roy.] There.
Roy: Yeah, well, just because I'm ready to go doesn't mean I have to like it. [Of course, Roy.] Pretty damn small for a present...? [He opens the box and his eyes widen.] Holy crap, are these- Holy crap. [He pulls the keys out of the box, staring at them with shock and awe.]
Dick: We sort of all have red bikes so you get the terra cotta one. [He motions at the motorcycle that's a bit more orange than the others.] You can redo the paint job yourself if you don't like it. [He's so cool about this.]
Roy: [Roy practically floats over in a dreamy haze.] It matches my hair. Sweet. [He's petting that bike with more care and adoration that mothers stroke their infant childrens' heads.]
Dick: Oh, sure, because that's clearly what I was thinking about when choosing colours. To make sure it would match your hair. [He crosses his arms over his chest and just looks at Roy acting like a child. Dick is used to it and he'd expected it. It's cool seeing him like this, anyway.]
Roy: Obviously. [Roy looks up in Dick's direction, finally, and grins like the happiest person ever.] Man, this is the best present ever. [Giant hug coming your way.]
Dick: You said you wanted one way back when we'd just met. [Dick sort of hugs back the same way he usually does.] A good chunk of the blame falls on Tim -- he's the one who helped me with this.
Roy: Geez. Trust you to remember all the teeny littlethings. [Roy laughs, then gives Dick another little squeeze before he backs off.] Man, I'm gonna hafta thank Tim too, then... but you're still getting the credit for the awesome gift. [Roy can't stop grinning.] Just... wow.
Dick: Just tell me you have some sort of ability to drive that thing because I told Tim you did. [And that's very relative because Dick is thirteen and has two of those. He clearly doesn't mean 'do you have a legit license', here. He's just making sure Roy knows not to break by turning the right handlebar or something.]
Roy: [Roy grins wildly.] Well, I haven't driven one since I got to the city, but I did a little back home. And you know what they say about riding bicycles, right?
Dick: I'm not sure the saying applies to motorcycles but whatever. Don't crash, I'll feel guilty. [Dick is just as sweet as ever~]
Roy: Yeah, yeah. Like I'm gonna crash a beauty like this. [Roy is enamoured, but he'll get you back later, Dick.]
Dick: You better not. I don't think Tim'll help out getting you a new one if you do. [A beat.] Except if you have a reason as to why you crashed it. And we all know there are about a million good reasons to crash a car or a bike.
Roy: [Roy sighs sadly.] Yeah, there are. [And then he realizes something.] Hey, does this have any extra tricks to it? Like, you know, special buttons... flamethrowers... stuff like that.
[You have to ask when it's a present from a bat.]
Dick: [Dick shakes his head.] No, but you've got places for your arrows and stuff and there's probably no better tires anywhere. They have the best grip. Which is usefulfor control when your bike can go up to 200 miles and hour. [Serious face is serious.] You better have a really good reason to push it to that speed, by the way.
[Dick pauses for the effect.] There's a GPA and radio, or course. The standard stuff. [And yes, the standard stuff includes a tracer, Roy. This is a motorcycle given by bats.]
Roy: [Roy nods thoughtfully while Dick lists off stats.] Yeah yeah, I don't be going that fast in the City, I know... [If he ever went for a roadtrip, though, that was a completely different story.] And ... am I gonna have to worry about Tim knowing where I'm driving this? [He doesn't know everything about machines, but he does know Batfam.]
Dick: [Roadtrips are highway stuff. It's easy and not especially dangerous to go fast on highways. Dick wouldn't judge.
Dick raises an eyebrow, in a sort of 'well duh, what did you think?' expression, answering simply.] Yes. But he shouldn't look if he doesn't have a reason to. [Tim had said he wasn't hacking his things, anymore. Dick has trouble believing that, but he should trust him a little more.]
Roy: If you say so... [Roy stares at the bike, then weighs his options. He could take the tracker out and piss off the other Robin, or he could let it stay and... trust him.] I'll leave it for now, then. You know where it is, though, right?
Dick: [Dick looks at Roy seriously.] Yeah but. Seriously? Just keep it. I kept the ones on my bikes. If you ever get in trouble, it'll be great to know where you are. Not to mention the communicators are track-able so it wouldn't change anything much. It's just to have more than one way to locate anyone if needed. [Dick can get worried for people around him, too.]
Roy: Yeah, okay... [Well, if Dick's going to kick a fit about it, Roy will leave it in. It's a gift, after all and if he really wants to disappear, well. There's always travel by foot.] So... you wanna go for a ride?
Dick: I'm just back from patrol, I don't exactly feel like driving right now. [He looks at Roy up and down quickly.] And you don't even have shoes.
Roy: You and your stupid "logic". [Cheekily, Roy blows a raspberry at Dick.] Fine, we'll go back to bed. [He grins, then, and pats his bike covetously.] But we'll test 'em out tomorrow, right?
Dick: Yeah we can go out with them tomorrow. We're gonna get looks 'cause it's winter but they're made for it. [Dick smirks and starts walking toward the elevator again.] You have a helmet and riding boots that we're not looking at right now. D'you have any decent coat for this?
Roy: [Roy grins.] Whatever. Crime doesn't stop for winter, so why should we? [He catches up with Dick and punches him in the shoulder in a friendly way.] Man, you thought of everything didn't you? Awesome.
Dick: [Dick's smiles grows bigger.] Nah, I just knew you wouldn't wait for a helmet before decided you'd go out and try it out, so you sort of needed one right away. [And there's an elevator. Dick's calling it.]
Roy: Well. That too. [Roy shrugs. Hey, Dick knows him well. It's expected.]
Dick: [Let's walk in the elevator now that the doors are open.] So d'you have a gift for me, too, or what?
Roy: [Roy smiles.] Well, it's not nearly as cool as a motorcycle, just so you know. But yeah, sort of. I just got everyone gag gifts this year because.... [He shrugs again, but he looks a little embarrassed.] Well, I don't have Green Arrow's expense account anymore and it's not like I can get a job here.
Dick: [Dick nods. He doesn't mind.] If you really mind about that you can just ask Tim. Or if you kept your tags, the stupid machine gives us allocations. It's not as if I have a job, I just got over asking the extremely rich people around me for it. And my Batman left cache behind with tons of it, too. And I know where a few of those are.
[He shrugs -- money's really not something any of them should worry about or get embarrassed over.] But whatever, the point isn't to give the most expensive gifts. You get a bike 'cause it's useful. You'd have asked for some stupid artsy stuff that would have cost the same but be super useless, you wouldn't have it now.
Roy: I guess... [Roy grins.] Oh well, it'll probably make you laugh... and if it doesn't, then I can get you something else later.
Dick: I'll make sure to stay really really stern, then. [And they're up again and out of the elevator.]
Roy: [And Roy walks to his room at a pretty quick clip.] Okay, you can try. But I'll laugh, anyway.
Dick: If you laugh, then it'll have accomplished something, I guess. [He follows Roy and steps inside his room behind him, staying just by the door.]
Roy: [Roy digs around in his closet for a little while, but it doesn't take long for him to dig out a brightly wrapped parcel. He hands it to Dick with a smirk.] Here you go. I didn't write a card because, y'know, I've already said everything I really need to say before, I think. Writing it down would just be cheesy.
Dick: [Dick hadn't even thought about writing a card at all so he's not going to complain because Roy hasn't.] Yeah, we've been cheesy enough verbally, recently. [His smile is softer and happier just now, because he's really, really glad the City gave him Roy and Wally. Anyway! He has a very colourful gift to unwrap.
It doesn't take a lot of time before he gets to the various black and Robin-green coloured pants that the box contains. He's not keeping his face stern but he doesn't exactly laugh out loud, only rolling his eyes and grinning at Roy.] I do wear pants, already.
Roy: [Roy grins really wide.] Yeah, well, you can never have too many. Wouldn't wanna ever give you an excuse to go back to wearing those bootie shorts, man. [He drawls the phrase 'bootie shorts', putting extra emphasis just to up the embarrassment level.] Hey, I'll even add an offer in: If you ever run out 'cause they get wrecked, I'll get you more pants. Like, forever. Unlimited warranty or something.
Dick: [Dick hits Roy on the arm when he teases him about the short pants. At least, he didn't say they were... spanky pants or something. The realisation it could be worse still doesn't make him forgive Roy's teasing at all.] You are so generous. Best gift ever. [He says, as neutrally as he can.]
Roy: Oh, I know. I'm the best friend ever, right? [Roy elbows Dick, smirking.]
Dick: You're pretty fantastic, but not because you're giving me unlimited supplies of pants. [He smirks right back, but this was completely honest.]
Roy: [Roy rolls his eyes.] Well, I guess I can live with that. After all, I'm so much more than a pants-giver.
Dick: You are, but don't let it go up to your head too much. [Here, another smile for Roy.] And it's nearly three so we should sleep at some point.
Roy: With you around to keep popping my ego? Fat chance. [Oh shit, why'd you have to mention the time, Dick? Suddenly Roy's really tired. He yawns.] Yeah, yeah, we should.
Dick: [He mentioned it for just that. They do need to sleep, ok?] Crawl back to your bed. We'll talk again in a few hours.
Roy: [Roy doesn't want to just follow Dick's orders... but he's tired, so he just decides that it's not following orders if you were doing it anyway.] Yeah, yeah, I was already doing it. You go to bed too. You know Wally's gonna pounce on us both later to shake us down for presents.
Dick: [Dick makes a vague 'hmm' sound and nods once, setting his new pants in his hands.] See you in a few hours, then. [He's going to leave Roy's room and close the door but stops himself.] Ah, right. Merry Christmas.
Roy: [Roy waves, sitting on the bed.] Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too, Dick. See ya.
Dick: [And he's leaving. The end.]