Gotham always got the weirdest weather in the entire world. It's what Jason think as another summer hit. Gotham is polluted, no one gonna deny it. But the weather is just blatantly hit different. It's gonna be too cold on winter and too hot in summer.

His beloved already complaining about the weather since last week. His shitty apartment in the shittier part of crime alley clearly doesn't have a good air circulation. It's feels so hot inside. And they already making jokes about feel like got boiled inside the house for too many times.

The air conditioning didn't help. Even a little fan he bought yesterday didn't work too well. He sees them lifting their long hair from their neck a lot lately and fanning it with their hand.

So he took an action into it to help them. Now they're sitting on the cold floor, in front of the fan and Jason behind them. Hands trying to braid their hair for the umpteenth time.

"Why I keep messing this shit up? Braiding not supposedly this hard. You always turn out like a fucking pirate when I finish with your braid" He complaining as he restart doing the braid. His eyes focusing on the iPad nearby, watching braid tutorial from youtube that he'd been repeating a lot in the past hour.

"Stay still, princess"