Dick: *the one that cheers and hollers for skiers/snowboarders going down the mountain as he’s riding the chair lift* yes, that’s it person in the pink suit, you’re actually my idol kiddo!!
Barbara: *comes to prove Jason she can do moguls* *proves to Jason she can do moguls like a boss*
Jason: *crashes into a snow bank* *lays there for ten minutes* I’m to old for this
Tim: *brings a Litre thermos of coffee* *drinks every ounce on the drive up because one can only handle listening to Dick’s car ride songs for so long*
Damian: *makes a competition out of everything* I bet you can’t jump that fence and land on the other side, Todd *reason as to why Jason buried himself in the snow bank*
Stephanie: *takes the wrong path* *then takes the rest of the day to find her way back* *but hey, she got a serious sweat, saved a kid who fell into a tree well, and missed Tim’s mid-day coffee crash* *she considers the day an ultimate win*
Cass: *humbly makes everyone look like amateurs when she takes on the jump park*
Duke: *that kid who’s grinning the entire day without eating ziltch, skies with no poles, and is whizzing around like a pro*
Bruce: *is the mother hen that effortlessly glides down behind her chaotic fleet of children*
Alfred: I’d rather not brake a hip master Timothy, but I’ll be waiting in the chalet for when one of you gets a bloody lip, because no matter where we go, one of you gets a bloody lip.