The rain in Gotham didn’t cease to stop as it battered down relentlessly on the city. There was no doubt that the this storm would last for at least another day. In a shitty city, you can expect that from the weather.

However, there was something oddly relaxing about the atmosphere it created. The rain, mixed with the little specks of lights which he could see from where he was sitting.

Patrol had been the same as usual; taking down thugs, gathering intel on future missions and so on. There was something relaxing about doing the same thing over and over again. Jason wouldn’t have it any other way. Lately, life had been good. He’d been spending a lot of time with his family at the manor, and they were doing more family things… Bruce was acting more like a father. Secretly, he was grateful for these moments; and cherished them deeply.

Pressing down on the comm, he took a deep breath; “Right, I’m gonna wrap up on my patrol. I’ll be heading back to the batcave soon, as there’s some repairs I need to do on my bike. Over.” Jason then stood up, standing on the edge of the building from where he had been sitting.