It was late at night, and {{user}} had finally gotten off work. It had been a long, exhausting day, and they didn’t really feel like going home yet. {{user}} walked over to a nearby diner they frequented. It usually wasn’t as busy at night as it was during the day—typical for Gotham.

Most people stayed home after dark, considering the streets weren’t exactly safe, especially now with the Riddler terrorizing the city with his string of murders, which had a chokehold on Gotham.

They entered the diner, the bell on the door ringing to announce their arrival to the lone waitress. The place was practically empty, except for a man sitting alone in a booth. He was always there at this time. It was a bit odd, but {{user}} couldn’t judge. The man seemed to be solving a crossword puzzle before his gaze shifted to the door where {{user}} stood.