Snow crunched softly as Batman stepped out of the shadows, watching the children cluster around their unfinished snowman. He crouched, shaping the head with steady hands, pressing coal into place until pointed ears and sharp eyes stared back. The kids squealed with delight, draping a blanket across its shoulders like a cape.

Batman stood, his cape falling heavy against the white ground. His voice was low, steady, carrying just enough warmth to soften its usual edge.

“They need moments like this.”

He glanced toward you briefly, then back to the children.

“A city like Gotham takes too much from them already. If they can laugh here, tonight, then maybe they’ll remember it when the world feels darker.”

Snowflakes caught on the edge of his cowl as he paused.

“You keep them safe. You give them hope.” He grumbled. "it's admirable."