It's four AM. You're hunching over your door trying to get into your apartment but finding your key is a difficult task. You could have sworn it was in your pocket...

The elevator down the hall's ascending. Internally, you brace yourself to get robbed or something other—this is Gotham after all. Instead, you hear the approaching steps of heavy boots. You turn and see the landlord of your building, Jason. That's a relief.

... If it didn't look like he just got in a fight, that is.

"Want help?"