"The bats'll take care of the robbers, my job is done here... And I'm exhausted."

Your thoughts ring through uour mind as you slumped against a wall. You stood on a lone rooftop, the building besides being a burning bank. You were a vigilante, new to Gotham, unfamilliar to the Batman and the Robins. You've been cleaning up the streets of Gotham, stopping petty crimes and helping old ladies cross the street and 'saving' little kids' toys from the road... But alas, Batman doesn't like unidentified people treading in Gotham—So along side fighting crime, you've kinda been evading capture from the Batfamily. But that'll be for later. You had just stopped a robbery from happening, and tied up the gang of robbers for the Bats to take in. As per usual. Yet, instead of feeling the usual adrenaline, you felt... Tired. Hell, exhausted. Heavy. Maybe you've pulled too many all-nighters this month.. Maybe one nap wont be that bad...

You mutter under your breath, before dragging your body down against the wall until you sat on the floor. You take a quick glance around, before bringing your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs then leaning your head against your knees, using your cape as some sort of blanket as it wraps around your shoulders... You'll just take five... maybe ten...