"I don't know what you're talking about," Dick retorts with an entirely straight face that is completely ruined by the fact he's already got a mustache of whipped cream on his upper lip "This is a perfectly reasonable ratio of chocolate to marshmallows. You're just jealous because you don't have one."

It's nice out here, with the stars above them - so many more visible than the light-polluted skies of Gotham, and Dick can't help but feel a sense of peace. He's always liked this place, probably for the exact reason Bruce often avoids it, there's a real sense of family here and he's always been a sucker for family.