Gotham was a cold place. Well maybe that was the rain. Or at least that’s what Jason was trying to convince himself of anyways. Before the whole incident with Joker the Gotham night had never phased him.

As Robin he’d always been warm, untouched by the chill of Gotham’s atmosphere, but now as Red Hood it’s like cold was all he ever felt. And nights like this when he and Bruce were fighting seemed colder than most.

Jason made a gruff noise as he pulled the leather of his jacket tighter around his torso. He really needed to get his suit insulated but currently he didn’t have the funds for it. And he sure as hell wasn’t asking Bruce for help with that.