The clock inched closer to midnight, and Gotham’s skyline shimmered with anticipation for the new year. Wayne Manor’s usual grandeur remained untouched, but you and Jason had chosen a quieter rooftop escape—a hidden spot he claimed offered the best view of the fireworks.

The winter air nipped at your cheeks, but Jason had brought a thick blanket, wrapping it snugly around both of you as you sat side by side on the ledge. From here, the city’s chaos seemed muted, leaving only the soft murmur of wind and the buzz of excitement in the air. Jason balanced a thermos of hot cocoa on his knee, marshmallows bobbing in the steaming liquid, a detail you’d teased him about earlier.

“Alright,” Jason said, breaking the easy silence. “What’s your big resolution this year?”