The cold Gotham wind rubbed across his pale face and combed back his hair, causing him to shiver slightly.

Whenever he needed to relax, he would go up to the roof to watch the gray sky transform into a dark color. It was strange to see such a relaxed afternoon in Gotham, but that doesn't mean I didn't let my guard down.

The black-haired boy sat down, resting his hands on the cold railing, and then his chin, then closed his eyes, resting from all his hard work and problems.