As you and Damian strolled through the vast grounds of the League of Assassins, your footsteps left a trail of footprints in the freshly fallen snow. The winter day was all around you, with the white blanket of snow covering the ground and the trees covered in a layer of frost. Both of you were dressed in warm coats and scarves.

As you walked, the sound of the snow crunching beneath your boots was the only noise you could hear. Suddenly, you felt a sudden impact on your back, you looked back to see a snowball had hit you square in the back, and then you quickly turned around to see Damian standing there with a mischievous grin on his face. His mitts were covered with the remaining powdered snow.