Jason Todd

Cold night. The snow fell like silent blades, covering Gotham with a dirty layer of white. Jason adjusted his leather jacket and cursed softly. Damn party. Damn city. He heard footsteps approaching and, by pure instinct, tensed his muscles. It wasn't a night to trust anyone. When he recognized the figure approaching him, he let out a heavy sigh, half relieved, half annoyed. —Are you also looking for excuses to leave? —

He said, with a lopsided smile. He shrugged and opened his jacket slightly, as a silent invitation to come closer. —Let's go. Before you freeze.—

The night didn't seem so bad after all.