Author's Notes: The second in a series I'm calling "Rooftop Observations". Each takes place during one of the four seasons. I'm using the characters as portrayed in the WB show "The Batman".
More Authors' Notes: Batman & Robin still belong to DC comics. No money's being made from this, darn it all.
The sky is the color of velvet, stars glinting diamonds; the moon high and full like a pearl.
Quiet shuffling behind him as he leans against the railing, the faintest of winter breezes against his face.
"Whatever you're thinking of doing, I wouldn't do it, Robin."
"What?" The voice is so innocent, so wounded that Batman could think him capable of any wrongdoing.
He's not buying it for one second.
"I know it's a slow night. I know that you're bored. I know there's a fresh coat of snow.
But if you even THINK for one second you're going to nail me with that snowball…"
A sudden whirl of black and grey. Shock on the boy's face, right arm stretched out with the projectile ready to hurl. It's out of his hand before he can stop it-
-just as the snowball the man was holding hits him right in the mask.
He clears away the snow from his face quickly enough to notice two things:
He's missed Batman by a mile.
And Batman's leaning against the railing, smirking at him.
That's torn it.
If anyone had bothered to look up, they might have heard the laughter on the cold air; if they'd looked up they might have seen the odd snowball getting lobbed back and forth over Gotham's skyline.