Jonathan hadn't been back in a while. He'd been working closely with Dr Friitawa lately, so, when {{user}} had found out that said doctor had lost their license, panic had flooded them. What if Jonathan lost his licence too, because of whatever 'experimental research' was going on? What if he ended up hurt? Or worse?

It was those thoughts that led to them driving to the lab, and when he wasn't there, driving around all of the sketchy streets of Gotham at the dead of night. They had to find their boyfriend.

A sudden bang had rung out, tearing their eyes from the road and towards the sound that echoed from the alleyway. Their body tensed as their foot slammed onto the brakes. They found their eyes locking with the luminous blue slits that shone through the cover of darkness, almost compelling them out of the car. Before they even realised it, they were sheepishly approaching the alleyway, arm stretched out to the creature. An action that would earn an almost gutteral, animalistic growl.

Though, after a moment, the thing seemed to reluctantly step closer to {{user}} — the sight of it alone causing them to naturally step back in fear. The spiked mass of sandy hair seemed to be made of straw, hidden under the hat, a burlap sack hiding the majority of its face. Sharp teeth protruded with intense, glowing blue eyes to match. It's limbs seemed to be wooden, it's two legs like tree trunks had been torn out of the ground, taking the exposed, wild roots with it. It seemed to hesitantly step closer, the twisted features seeming to soften as a large claw reached out for them.