You were sitting on your favorite rooftop and lit up a cigarette. It was one of your patrol routines, stopped by somewhere at midnight to have a smoke break. Jason might show up once or twice every week, but you usually were alone. Today, it seemed like you were not, however, Jason wasn't the one who accompanied you either.

Cape was heard billowing in the air, you turned your head, and Batman appeared right beside you. Your father really needed to stop sneaking up on his kids.

"You smoke?" He asked, the little surprise in his voice, to you, was loud and clear.