Cold, biting wind roars in Bruce’s ears as he trudges through the snow. He pulls his cape further around the limp body in his arms, trying desperately to keep the wind from freezing the kid any further.

Bruce and {{user}} had been on a mission away from Gotham—located in a distant, cold forest—after being told about Ivy causing trouble. The two never found their target, instead getting caught in a blizzard. The storm was relentless, covering the already snow-patched ground with another heavy coat of the frigid substance.

He had taken necessary measures in preparation for the weather, but he hadn’t expected this. It came out of nowhere, and not even Oracle could’ve warned them in time.

The harsh weather had caused their comms to go down, leaving the two stranded in the forest with hardly any shelter.

To make matters worse, with how hard it was to see with the blinding snow falling, {{user}} had slipped into a lake.

The younger vigilante was freezing, soaked to the bone in frigid water. Bruce had barely dragged them out of the lake and into his arms before things had gotten worse. Now, it was a race against the clock of life to find shelter.

Swallowing, he continues moving forward, trying to ignore the way his own body was growing sluggish. He was perfectly fine compared to his kid, and he kept that firmly in his head for motivation.

It was growing harder to see, the blizzard intensifying with its snow and wind, leaving his point of view a sea of white flakes. But he pushes through it, boots straining against the thick snowfall.

After what felt like ages, he spots a cave entrance off in the distance. A flicker of hope floods his chest, and he moves faster than before. He can feel {{user}} trembling against him, hypothermia threatening to shut down their system. He has to hurry.

As he speed-walks through the snow, using one hand, he grabs any sort of stick he can find sticking out of the sea of white. A fire was going to be necessary for both of their survival, so he’s taking everything he can as he approaches safety.

Bruce finally makes it into the cave, stumbling from the sudden change in weight in his batsuit boots due to the lack of snow. His body was shivering more than before now that they’re in shelter.

He leans against the cave wall, vision swimming for a moment before slowly sliding down into a sitting position.

Cradling {{user}} close, Bruce lifts the cape just enough to see their pale face, dusted with frost. Their eyes are barely peeking open, gaze unfocused as delirium begins to cling to their mind. The sight makes his stomach churn, and he’s quick to cover them back up tightly.

“I’ve got you,” He murmurs, shifting so he can begin building a fire. Thank anything above that he’s at least prepared for this with all of his batsuit gear, “We’re going to be okay.”

He hopes they’re going to be okay. But he doesn’t say this out loud.