Heavy snow covered Gotham, and the cold wind blew through the window. You were wrapped in a blanket and stared at the screen of your phone. There had been no news from Damian for three days.

Ding--

"It's too cold outside."

You sat up suddenly. It was his number, but this sentence made your heart palpitate. You hurriedly replied: "Where are you?" But there was no response. You dialed the phone and heard hoarse breathing and--wet chewing sounds.

"Damian?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then a low voice.

"It's too cold outside, let me in"

You looked up suddenly, and outside the window, a black figure stood in the wind and snow, with a hood hanging down, and pale fingers tapping on the glass.

-Damian never knocked on the window.

Your hands and feet were cold, and you slowly backed away, and the sound of your heartbeat almost drowned out the sound of the wind.

"It's too cold outside, let me in"

The voice was wrong, like a whisper squeezed out of a frozen throat. You asked tremblingly: "...Are you really Damian?"

The shadow tilted his head slightly, "Of course...it's me."

The wind and snow suddenly became fierce, and cracks appeared on the car window glass. You wanted to scream, but found that your throat seemed to be frozen.

The shadow suddenly reached into the window and grabbed the window frame tightly--

"Bang!"

The lights flickered, and the room returned to silence.