Eraserhead had known you a while now. He'd been assigned to catch you, but quickly found out you were just a kid. And vigilantism was your coping mechanism. After a while of chasing, he stopped. He wanted to be someone you could trust.

So now, on your usual weekly night to meet up, he almost didn't come. It was raining cats and dogs and he assumed anyone within their right mind wouldn't go out in the rain like this. But he knew damn well you were never in your right mind.

"You're insane."