"Dick!" Bruce screams. Dick comes running full speed to him.

"Yes Bruce?" He looked hopeful that it was something important.

"I need you to wash the Batmobil." There goes those hopes...right down the toilet. Dick frowns.

"Okay..." He walks away and grabs soap, a bucket and a sponge. Barbra walks in.

"Bruce." She walks over to the coffee maker and makes some coffee.

"Yes Ms. Gordan?" He unfolds his news paper and takes a bite of his jelly doughnut.

She adds cream and sugar to get coffee. "Why is Dick washing your car in the snow?"

Bruce looks up and sees snow. "Oh my Commissioner!" He puts he's news paper down and walks over to the window. "Barbra, go bring him in."

"Gladly." She puts on her combat boots and a jacket. She goes to the driveway. "Dick!" She runs over to see Dick laying in the snow passed out. She takes off her jacket and wraps it around him and carries him inside.

"What happened?" Bruce asks.

"He passed out thanks to you! I'm going to put him in his bed. She carries him upstairs and puts him in his bed. Barbra puts two blankets on him along with his comforter and three in the dryer to make them warm. She cranks up the heat. She puts the three warm blankets on him and sits there on his bed.

"Why is it so hot in here?" Damian walks in fanning himself.

"You should be used to the heat, your a demon spawn." Barbra looks at Dick's pale face. She puts her hand on his ice cold cheek. Damian sighs and walks away.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Dick instantaneously sits up out of breath and scared.

"Dick! Are you okay?" She asks.

"Yeah, I was washing the Batmobil and I was freezing and you-you saved me."

"Trust me it won't be the last time."

"I know. But when can I save you."

"You already have."