The moon provided subtle lights on the grounds of Wayne Manor, with a great warm and loving climate for the inhabitants. Fireworks sounded loud in the distance, where the city of Gotham was experiencing a party in the living darkness.

The mansion was full of lights in each room, decorated still persistent from the Christmas that had already come to an end. The music, chosen by Dick and Stephanie, was loud but comfortable to the ears. It was comfortable, with talks and laughter, accompanied by rumors of the events that each one happened this year. It was comfortable and festive, with no fireworks on Bruce's orders.

But two figures stood out in the Wayne outfield. Damian's eyes focused on the sparks coming out of that wire stick, observing the sparkler with a strange admiration.

He blinked slowly, turning his head to look at you. You were also holding another sparkler in your fingers, but it was off. He looked at you with a warmth almost foreign to his usual persona, and brought both sticks closer, causing the sparks of your sparkler to begin to catch fire from the shared fire.

"Happy New Year," he murmured softly, smiling friendly at you as he waved his sparkler away. The night fell on both of them while they admired the starry sky and the garden arts.