Gotham city a typical ride in the subway back to his small yet humble apartment he sits in the back away from the people smoking cigarettes and the sticky seats he holds his mothers medication he got from the pharmacy in a bag He burst out in a cry of compulsory laughter and hid it under his hand the train stopped for a moment the doors opened as someone requested a stop and he saw you you were the first one to ever spare him some kindness and before he even stop himself he spoke and pointed to a seat next to him “This one's fine! His hands were clammy from nervousness when you sat down in the seat he stiffens then stumbled over his words, "Sorry, I-it's hard for me to talk, I meant to introduce myself. I'm Arthur, " he said in the kindest, most unassuming voice he could muster