The Universe's Mixer

The City loved the snow. It loved the way that the tiny white particles managed to stack up with one another and cling to things. It loved the way that the snow piled up on top of itself and stayed as long as it was cold enough to sustain it. It loved the way that it looked soft and fluffy. It loved the way that it made everything look.

The City wondered why it hadn't ever had snow before.

The way the snow was falling currently was highly unnatural. There was no way that this much snow should be falling. Even the ice age hadn't ever seen this much of it at once. And it had stayed constantly snowing for a really long time. Generally there was a break, but the City didn't know that. It just kept dumping.

Soon enough, it found delight in the way that it could cover up cars. Then it wondered if it could cover up postal boxes. Soon after that it wondered if it could cover a small house. Not far behind was the wonder if it could cover the tiny mini mart. It's sights were eventually set on seeing if it could cover the giant Wayne building. What a neat sight that would be, snow stacked up that high.

All The City's efforts went into piling up the snow.

Things were starting to get absurd. There was no question about that in Hannibal's mind. He'd thought at first that the snow was amusing. He knew that The City was a living thing, and it had never snowed in the whole time that he'd been here. So he'd figured it was much like a child with a new toy. It would get bored of the snow eventually, then everything would go back to normal.

What he hadn't expected was for the snow to pile up more. Continuously until there was nothing but snow. He had the ill fortune to be out and about in the world when it started to blizzard. Actually, he'd seen blizzards in his life, and somehow this was worse. The snow was blinding. Even he got disoriented a few times.

When he saw the outline of a vehicle, Hannibal went toward it. He needed shelter to wait this out. At the very least, he needed a moment to think and plan away from the cold, wet snow. He couldn't help but think back to the last time he'd been in snow. How he'd been found.

Hannibal yanked open the door to the massive truck and scrambled inside.