You were chilling on a rooftop, sat on its edge while swinging your hanging legs and looking down at the city, a box of donuts next to you. Gotham changed nothing since you left this damn city. Why did you come back? Neither do you know. Maybe you just missed your life here, friends, job…love. Well, love not so much. Your last relationship, with Bruce Wayne, wasn’t the best. After getting cheated on your world fell apart, so much you even needed to move out. Not that you let it slide though, before you did, you had a fling with none other than Jason Todd. His rebel son, that probably only hooked up with you to make Bruce mad. But you didn’t care, that was what you wanted too anyways.

You were looking down at the streets over illuminated by the dozens of lights on the buildings around just eating your donuts, everything so visually polluted. Your mask is raised just above your mouth, enough so your mouth is exposed and you can eat. Just a boring night with a tad of nostalgia, it’s the first time you went out on patrol again since you moved back to Gotham, and you’ve been here for a month now.

“{{user}}.”

A deep, hoarse voice said from behind you. You recognized it instantly. After all it’s still the same voice that whispered sweet nothings in your ear. He stands some feet away from you, fists clenched and liips pressed into a thin line forming a scowl. He can’t believe you had the audacity to come back to his city.