Leaning out of the top window, the wind swept the slightly shaggy brown hair out of his face, out of the way.

The smile broke out on his face quickly, and he swung himself onto the ledge to pull himself up onto the flat roof of the apartment complex. Noting that the person he was waiting for wasn't there yet, the boy bent down to check his laces, brand new out of the packet in contrast witch the slightly faded red of his converses, and tied them up tighter.

"Jamie!" He heard his name on the wind and smiled even more. Seconds later, a blue blur skidded to a halt just in front of him, raising an open palm towards the teenager. Jamie returned the 'five.

"Jack, you're late." Jamie teased, setting his eyebrows in 'false disappointment' mode. Jack laughed heartily.

"Not much later than you, so I think that makes us even." They walked to the perimeter of the roof where the expanse of the city lay in front of them. They stood there, just for a minute, watching the sun slowly lower itself from its position in the sky.

Jack looked over at Jamie, his best friend in almost all respects. His first believer.

"Ah, I can see that cocky smirk on your face. Don't start thinking you can beat me at my own game, Jamie"

"I dunno, I think I could take you in a race, after all I learned from the best, Jack." The kid smirked from the side of his face, still looking out.

"Ahh, but what if you crash and fall and break something?" The Guardian circled around Jamie, who snorted in response.

"Jack, we all know you love me far too much to let me fall. That's your job, after all. Protecting kids." Jamie backed up from the ledge.

"Huh, soon enough you won't even be a kid, you're barely scraping it at 14, Jamie." Jack stood beside him.

"So what? Does that mean I can't see you anymore? That you can't protect me?" Jack looked over again. Jamie's face had fallen, lost a little bit of its innocence. Jack sighed.

"Kid, remember when you were 10, and you thought as soon as you turned all teenage on me, you wouldn't be able to see me again? Then again just before you were twelve, because '11 and twelve don't count as teenage years'? Yet here you are, 14 going on 15, and I'm still here, you haven't forgotten me, and I don't think you ever will." Jack realised that his hand rested on Jamie's left shoulder, and although minute amounts of frost was creeping around his jacket, Jamie either didn't notice or didn't care.

The kid shook himself.

"Well whatever, I bet I can get to the Ice cream parlour before you!" He backed up further.

"Ice cream, It's the middle of winter!"

"Says you!" Jamie took his full run up, and leapt, arms wide, legs striding in the air and caught himself on the next roof, only to bank to the left and swing himself over the railing leading down into the countless alleyways of the city.

"You're on kid!" He shouted into the wind, letting it carry him over the roof, over that railing, down into the alleyway, sailing close to Jamie.