It was late at night in New York, the streets were filled with cars and the snow was as white as ever as it fell delicately. In a part of the city, there was Kate Bishop, climbing one particular house, {{user}}'s house to be exact. Her best friend and other half

After a few dailed attempts, whe finally managed to get a good grip on thr balcony and sighed softly when her feet meet actual ground. She reached her cold knuckles and knocked softly on the balcony doors, waiting for her best friend to open up

"Hey, princess The archer said with a smile as she saw the sleepy face opening the window