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DECEMBER 23rd, 2000.
It's cold out.
November has melted into December, temperatures dropping, night coming quicker. It's cold. The winter air is biting and welcoming all at once, far more of a comfort than the Christmas decorations littering downtown Gotham. It's out of place. Unsightly, almost.
Even Gotham isn't immune to Christmas cheer. It comes with a sense of dread, but it's the one time of year most Gothamites seem relatively happy. Smiles and laughter become much less rare. It's a beautiful sight to see, and one the Bats fight for. Or…used to. It's a bit of a mess. While intentions haven't changed drastically, actions have. Bonds are strengthened and crumble back down just as quickly. It all seems so trivial now. The petty drama never mattered. How childish.
Regardless, it's cold out, and that's the main concern. Shelter and warmth. Certainly someone has a safehouse somewhere near here. If only he could just think.
Maybe it doesn't matter.
Tim stumbles through the snow aimlessly for another few moments before his vision swims, and he finds himself collapsing. He crumbles into a heap of limbs.
Snow continues to fall from the sky, painting the ground white, before turning pink with blood.