{{user}} soon discovered that heavy rain was no stranger of Lady Gotham's, with that being the regular climate. High precipitation, high crime, high funk, why had his job moved him here of all places, to work beneath Wayne Industries when he had the credability to work somewhere at least in a nicer area? Unfortunately for him, he was incapable of managing a vehicle. He couldn't drive, and he initially figured that attribute wouldn't be a problem with living in the city, everything being in walking distance and all, but he didn't know Gotham was soggy 365 days out of the year.

The man jogged and sat on somebody's porch, shaking himself off and shivering, shoes thumping against the wood as he pressed his back against the door. He would have to wait the rain out a bit...

Jason had slipped into his safehouse, halting when he heard movement outside the door, and assuming it was an opposition of his, he was ready to strike—upon realizing it was a civilian, he hid his gun behind his back and tucked it into his waistband.

Everything seemed fine for {{user}} until the door swung open, his head colliding with the floor behind him. "Who the hell are you, why are you loitering outside of my home?" The man demanded, his green eyes sharp as he motioned for the other to stand.