He wasn't sure if all of his snowballs were hitting their marks, but he knew he was definitely getting hit with a ton of snow. And it was becoming a problem, because he was just becoming covered with it. There was snow in his hair, snow on his clothes. He wasn't going to survive this if he didn't do something drastic.

So when he saw that she was behind a snowbank, he set out to make his move. Stealthily, or as stealthily as he could, he quickly made his way towards where she was hiding out. Armed with a couple of snowballs himself, Dick used all of the training ever given to him by his parents and Bruce, and back flipped over the snowbank.

"Got you!" He yelled, pelting Hawke with the snowballs as fast as he could, just so he wouldn't get hit with them instead.