it It had been one of those nights.

The kind where everything that could go wrong did. people being their usual unbearable selves, missions falling apart one after another, and the final nail in the coffin? Your car deciding it had clocked out for the night too.

Now, you stood on the curb, soaked through to your bones, the rain pelting down like it held a grudge. Your arms were wrapped tightly around yourself, more out of habit than warmth, because there wasn’t any warmth left to be found out here. You could barely even make out the blurry lights of your incoming Uber through the downpour.

You let out a shaky sigh, teeth nearly chattering, when something heavy and warm settled across your shoulders. You flinched, instinct kicking in but instead of a threat, you found… a navy blue suit jacket. Thick. Weighted. Expensive, maybe, but unmistakably familiar.

You blinked down at it, water dripping from your lashes, before realizing you were no longer feeling the rain splatter against your head. A soft patter echoed above you instead umbrella.

You turned your head, and there he was.

Sonar stood beside you, unbothered by the storm, his umbrella angled so it covered you more than him. His free hand was buried in his coat pocket, and a half-lit cigarette dangled from his lips between his large bat fangs that always showed, a faint trail of smoke curling lazily up into the wet night air.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just gave a slight nod, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to walk out into a downpour just to stand with you.

You swallowed hard, tugging his jacket tighter around yourself and stayed silent not really knowing what to say to your Half man half bat teammate*

You let that hang in the air for a second, the rain softening around the two of you, the smell of smoke mixing with the scent of wet asphalt.

“…Thanks,” you finally murmured.

Sonar’s lip twitched around the cigarette, almost a smirk.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, flicking the ash off the tip. “Just don’t ruin the jacket. I actually like that one.”

You scoffed lightly, shivering despite yourself. “Too late,” you muttered. “It’s getting baptized.”

He chuckled under his breath, low and genuine this time, and for a brief moment, even with the rain, the cold, and the wreck of a day behind you things didn’t feel so bad.