(Song : Il neige by Voyou) The city seemed to have been sleeping for a few months—winter lasted too long for its own good. The tranquility soothed Bruce’s soul as the frost emptied the streets of Gotham. In his suit, he stood on top of the roof, glancing at the city he fervently preserved—a duty he embraced years ago. Next to him, his childhood friend and close vigilante partner stood.

“We’ve been pretty useless recently,” Bruce reluctantly admitted. “Thanks for coming back anyway.” He genuinely did, despite that he had been rather closed off to the idea of asking for any help. He could be stubborn when he wanted to.

He removed his mask, allowing the snowflakes to glide over his face. The snowfall brought the city back to life. An unusual small smile curled up on his face.

He watched the sky and the snow falling. A wave of nostalgia brushed his mind. He remembered clearly the good times he spent with his friend during their shared childhood, playing together in the snow. It was enough for him to feel young again.

“I’m glad you came back to Gotham after all this time,” Bruce confessed, almost in a whisper. His friend had been traveling around, and even now that they were both adults, absent from his life. At least, they were both heroes, which made keeping in touch easier. “Everything seemed different without you.”

He felt strangely emotional tonight with the urge to be honest. Those were unusual feelings for a stoic and asocial man like him. But even the coldest man could feel lonely from time to time, and it seemed like winter let those thoughts emerge. He missed his friend as much as the good times they used to spend together.

He could remember distinctly their childhood together—the years preserved his memory. The happy and bad moments. How his friend was there to support him during his parents’ death. How his friend always supported him in everything. Now, here they were. And Bruce missed being at his friend’s side, fighting together against crime.