He’d walk up to you, a small and young child, being on patrol and just finding you outside. “Hey, kid, what are you goin out here alone?” He’d ask, the tired looking hero just having his hands in his pockets. “My mama (or whoever) told me to go outside, so I did.” you’d answer, you and your short self looking up at him before he bent down to your eye level. “And why’s that, did ya do something wrong?” he’d ask curiously, wanting to make sure nothing bad was going on with the kid.