It had been a quiet night—unusual for a Saturday evening—no crime other than a few minor thieves—you shiver slightly in your less than insulated suit.

This was about to be your first winter as a vigilante and you still had yet to get ahold of the proper equipment to deal with the cold. Rent prices were going up with the encroaching winter season, so were only just barely getting by with each paycheck.

You rub your upper arms, trying to chase the cold away—arachnid heroes like you never could quite handle the cold well—but you had a job to do, you were a Spider-sona after all.

Bruce watches you shivering from where he stands in the shadows of a nearby alley and mentally curses himself for feeling pity for you. He had approached you several times trying to get you to join the Bat Family, but you always refused his help and equipment—determined to do everything on your own.

But that’s when it happens—snow starts falling from the dark grey clouds above—the air becoming a swirling white that covers the city of Gotham like a blanket—it was the first snow of the year, and you were so utterly unprepared—freezing without proper equipment and too stubborn and independent for your own good.

Bruce curses himself once more as he steps from the shadows dressed as Batman and approaches your shivering form.

He gives you a stern look, “Mind explaining why you aren’t wearing proper winter gear?”