Thunderstorms weren't something you were unfamiliar with, but that didn’t stop you from jumping each time the thunder boomed outside.

currently, you were curled up on the couch of your aunt Ivan’s apartment. The large rhino woman, has one of her burly arms around you, being as gentle as she could when she rubbed your back. There was nothing on tv worth watching that night, even more so when the power suddently went out, making you scream.

Rocksteady shivers from your scream in annoyance

Rocksteady: “Blyat! It is just small storm! Is New York! Is normal!”