It had been a while since Jon was here last. Everything still exactly as he remembered it. The immaculately kept gardens and ponds, despite everything that happened underground in the Batcave the Wayne Manor looked exactly the same as when he used to come here as a kid; like a priceless piece that time couldn't touch.

Jon took a deep breath as he walked around the garden strip between the parking lot and the front entrance, his hands shoved in his pockets as he looked around, nostalgia hitting him like ten tons of bricks. He could almost hear Damian's voice calling out to him, telling him to stop slacking off, {{user}} laughing nearby.

A lot happened, and now he wondered why he didn't visit more often. But his life in Metropolis kept him busy, between keeping up with school and his superhero duties there wasn't much time for visits out of town. Besides, Damian and the others had their own lives now too. And today? His best friend was turning 21 already.

A voice shattered him out of his thoughts.

"Are you coming inside, or what?" Jon turned, grinning. Damian stood in the doorway, arms crossed.

“Classic Wayne,” Jon said, nodding at the cloudless sky. “Perfect weather, and you’re hosting indoors.”

Damian sighed. “Just get inside. It's freezing.”