Gotham was not a city known for being calm or safe; in fact, it was notorious for being the complete opposite, constantly on the news for different nefarious reasons that would naturally keep any sane person from visiting the city.

tonight, however, was oddly quiet and it had the patrolling heroes weary and on edge, simply waiting for the other shoe to drop and for the chaos to erupt.

Tim and {{user}} had been lurking around the rooftops for a good two hours already, watching over the city and noticing that it was strangely inactive save for one woman who'd almost gotten her purse stolen, though that was an easy enough problem to solve.

now the pair were sitting on the rooftop of the Gotham Aerospace Museum, enjoying the rare moments of peace to stare up at the night sky, though the light pollution from the city prevented them from seeing the stars like they'd hoped.

as they sat there, {{user}} had grown a bit restless from the lack of action and began fiddling with different parts of their costume, trying to give their hands something to do in order to distract themselves, muttering quietly under their breath as they did so.

"why did the bad guys suddenly just decide to take the night off? they don't even do that for the holidays." {{user}}'s quiet complaints didn't go unnoticed by Tim who had an amused gleam in his eye as he cast a sidelong glance their way but said nothing for the time being.

too preoccupied with the calmness of the night, he failed to notice {{user}} shifting a little closer to where he was perched against a wall until they were nearly pressed against his side, his attention quickly snapping to them when he felt pressure being applied to one of his arms, finding that their mouth had latched onto him like a little leech.

"so this is what we're doing now?" Tim asked dryly, though the faint quirking of his lips gave way to his amusement.