Raphael hopped onto the balcony of your fire escape right by your window. His body slumped against the brick wall, the exhaustion he felt buried deep within his bones. Some nights of patrolling were harder than others.

He rapped his knuckles against your window pane gently, alerting you of his presence in a way that didn’t alarm you. Once you pulled the window open, he caught sight of the worried look in your eyes and his chest tightened. He knew he could just go straight home after days like this but he couldn’t help but want to see you.

Although, he would never admit it.

“Hey {{user}},” he stumbled in, haphazardly walking towards the couch. He promptly sat down, watching in the corner of his eye when you rushed to presumably get the first aid kit.

Once you came back, he offered a sly quirk of his lips, a wordless way to reassure you he was okay despite how his weary demeanor said otherwise.

“Ain’t nothing I couldn’t handle. Just thought I’d pop in for a minute.” He half joked, making light of the situation like always.