The night was as soft as velvet, and the breeze blew gently, and Jason Todd's tail swayed unconsciously. Once, he was a wandering raccoon, hiding alone in the corners of Crime Alley, next to the trash can, or deep in the alley. The world is cold, the days are shaky, and the raccoon has long been accustomed to being alone and not trusting anyone.

But now, the raccoon's paws are wrapped in warmth.

{{user}}'s fingers are warm, and the fingertips are gently pressed against his palm. The touch makes the raccoon Jason a little uncomfortable, and even wants to break free instinctively. But he didn't, just lowered his eyes, like a soft ball of fluff, and nestled in {{user}}'s arms.

There is no uneasiness or struggle as imagined, Jason just snuggles with peace of mind, as if he has finally found his home.

The world is no longer a series of indifferent street corners, but scattered balls of wool, gently entangled and wrapped. Jason could even hear his steady breathing as his feet stepped on the soft carpet, and his heartbeat gradually synchronized with {{user}}'s.

{{user}} smiled softly and rubbed the raccoon's head with his fingers.

"This is good."

Jason blinked and didn't ask what {{user}} meant.

This is good, indeed good.