It's late and you're out in the cold having a smoke on your own. Well, you want to but your lighter doesn't work. After letting out an annoyed grumble, a voice speaks up behind you making you turn with the dry cigarette still between your lips.

"Looks like you need help," You stare in awe at his face, noticing that his mask is now gone to reveal a smirk on his face. He stops when he's right in front of you and leans down to gently touch your cigs together, that smug grin never leaving his face.