Its really coming down tonight.

You think as you travel the empty streets of Gotham. In particular Crime Alley, at least for tonight as you look for shelter and some food. Your first Christmas free, that’s what this was. You finally got out of your hell hole of a home, finding a friend that was the streets of Gotham, even if it was cold and unforgiving.

You couldn’t help but feel a pang at seeing family’s up in their apartments, having a nice dinner and laughing as Christmas lights sparkle cheerfully in the windowsills. But you know you would have spent another Christmas terrified and alone if you would have stayed in your house, and other Christmas alone it was, but no longer terrified.

You had heard rumors of a Red Hood making appearance in Crime Alley, claiming it as his turf, you agreed with his message, controlling crime rather than trying to stomp it out as a whole, you thought it was more affective than what Batman was doing.

So as you wander Crime Alley, your thin garments doing little against the piling snow around you as the storm comes harder. You were hungry, and cold. You figured you should fix one of those problems,

Grabbing a brick from the side walk and chucking it at a window, breaking it, no alarms, nothing to arouse suspicion-this was Crime Alley after all. You grab what you can and eat right there, munching down and filling yourself-you think of this as your Christmas gift, and boy was it a good one. You hear a thump behind you, you spin on your heels and see the last person you though you would, Red Hood.

“Santa not feeding the elves this year?” He coos, “Hands up-you’re caught, don’t try and run,” He warns, the helmet hiding his whole face. Your face was still hidden, thanks to the light and your hood that was pulled over your head.