do you wanna build a snowman?

[anexpression]

Frost spreads out from underneath his fingertips, glazing across the window in fern-like patterns until it curves into the shape of a bat on the glass, and Jack smiles as he crouches catlike on her sill. His toes hug the wood as he parts the window open, taking a silent step inside without much care for invitation or otherwise. It's like a game, sneaking in and trying not to wake her, and Jack would like to think he wins it more often than not.

Tonight, he's lounging himself sideways beside her bed, lazily up in the air. It's one of those kinds, the quiet ones, peacefully cold out, and with enough flakes coming down that most of everyone is shut up tight. He doesn't always mind nights like these. It's just a sometimes thing, like hopscotch and little kids and other people who hadn't heard of him. Sometimes he just needs a little noise to fill up the spaces, maybe what's bringing him here tonight.

Jack flops back onto his staff and lays splay-legged over the thing, fingers and toes wiggling in anticipation. "Man, you get to be a heavier sleeper by the day."

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[hellofist]

She really should leave jokes to the masters, shouldn't she? She just grins and ducks her head, until of course he's suddenly flying. It's something she's always wished she could do herself because as good as the rush of swinging between buildings thanks to batgrapples is, actually flying seems like the kind of adrenaline high she'd never want to let go of.

"Most nights, yes." Just look at her occupation, after all. There's rarely a night when she isn't doing something exciting, but it's impossible to deny that his version of an adventure will probably be much less dangerous and more fun-based. "What's your plan, Jack?"