It was around 11:30, Jason had taken you to one of many rooftops in Gotham, he claimed it had the best view of fireworks, which was correct. It was an odd but comforting view, seeing people below on the streets smiling in awe at the sky. Children would run around with sparklers, adorned with new years merchandise.

Jason spent most of his new years and forth of Julys on this rooftop, if was always empty and always held the promise of a great view. He knew you would love to join him tonight.

He couldn’t wait to enter the new year with you by his side, you’re his rock, his peace. He knew that this year would hold great love for him.