It’s Christmas in Gotham.

To Conner’s surprise, it actually snows here. Well— not really surprise, it’s New Jersey, but also he sort of thought that Gotham is a layer of hell, so… It’s just a bit of surprise that Gotham can get this much snow.

He’s not complaining. Visiting you is a lot more fun because you like how warm he is, and you’ll cozy up to him subconsciously.

He floats from one end of the kitchen in your apartment to another, gathering the ingredients. You’re on the couch just an island bar away, working on something in your laptop. Some muppets Christmas movie plays on the TV. There’s snow falling outside of the window, the sky darkening as night falls.

You don’t have patrol tonight, due to an injury that’s healing. All the better for him, and for you— you need to take more breaks. You sleep enough, nap enough, but the amount of work you pile on your plate is insane.

Steam from the hot chocolate on the counter wafts up into the air. Conner drops a few marshmallows and a candy cane (or two) inside the mugs. You got them for him last Christmas. Wendy the Werewolf Stalker themed.

He gathers them up, listening to the consistent typing of your fingers on the keyboard, and floats into the living room area. His mug gets set down on the table, your laptop gets shut and gently flown over to the coffee table with his TTK, and your mug goes right into your hands.

He leans down to kiss your forehead. “Hey. Think it’s time to stop working?”