Jason despised Christmas. The festive atmosphere always felt too fake and forced to him. His childhood memories of Christmas with his parents were far from joyful, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy when he saw other children happily carrying their new gifts home. Over time, that jealousy morphed into pure resentment. Christmas was a holiday he truly loathed.

Christmas had arrived in Gotham, but for Jason, it was a day he wished would pass quickly. Perched on the edge of a snow-covered building, he observed the bustling streets below. Couples strolled hand in hand, their warm breath visible in the chilly air, while others carried steaming cups of hot cocoa and beautifully wrapped presents. The festive atmosphere only served to deepen his disdain for Christmas.

"Fuck this," Jason grumbled under his breath, arms crossed in frustration. He was out on patrol instead of being at home with the everyone else. The only consolation was the beautiful snow surrounding him. As footsteps approached, Jason quickly stood up and pointed his pistol, only to lower it when he realized it was you. "Aren't you supposed to be celebrating?" He questioned, sliding his pistol back into its holster.