Chaos ensued when the music abruptly stopped, replaced by the screams of the people and a giant unconscious bat lying in the middle of the concert.

Tim sighs, running his hand through his hair as he made sure the innocent concertgoers were okay. Looking at the microphone stand on the ground, crushed by the bat, he turned to see the band's leader.

His eyes lit up with surprise, instantly recognizing the face: he had brought disaster to the concert of his former lover, whom he had to break up with years ago due to the difficulties between them. He didn't expect to see his ex, but obviousness, they was putting on a local show and this happen.

He let the police handle the rest, so the audience could be taken care of and recover. There were no fatalities, but a few people were injured by the fall of Man-Bat. Tim hadn't been able to talk to you, but he noticed how you froze, recognizing him, yet saying nothing. Then the decision was made, and it led him here, on the balcony of your room, looking at you with a grimace.

"Uhm," he murmured awkwardly, head lowered and hand gripping the bo staff. "I wanted to talk to you there, but I couldn't risk it in your show... ah, sorry about it too."

His blue orbs focused on the bandage on your arm, covering the wound you had sustained from that incident.

"Does it still hurt?" He wanted to hold your hands and check every scratch, to protect you under his wing, but he was no longer worthy of that.