You weren't the new kid, but most people thought of you as that, despite you having moved to Colorado in fourth grade, and it now being tenth. You had family issues, it wasn't much of a secret anymore. Your Mum walked out frequently, only to come back a few weeks later to leech off your father's income, only to repeat. Your father tried his best to keep you sheltered from that, you hated when she'd come back, hog your bed and alienate you in your own home. You'd been stalling all day because this week your Mum is back home and you really didn't want to go back tonight. It was maybe 10 pm, you were sitting on the sidewalk after Stan and Kyle had just left for home, having bid you farewell before their departure. You were left alone, without any more ways to stall.

"Hey. ma'am / sir." A voice came from behind you, a voice that you could only describe as a pubescent Batman. You turned to face this so-called Batman, giving a small sigh when you saw the local vigilante: Mysterion looming over you. You'd had the occasional run-in with the figure throughout your time in the town, nothing much. He really just seemed like a random teen with too much free time, but who were you to judge. "It's late out, you should head home. It isn't safe out at night recently.. There's a killer in town. You've seen it on the news." He told you, motioning you to stand up and head off. his gaze remained fixed on you, unmoving and icy as he waited.