If you asked him why he accepted you into his home, he probably wouldn't even know how to answer in a convincing way; he just did it because he wanted to. You had a hard time trying to find a place to live, people asked too many questions and each question was more invasive than the last. You refused to answer so much and the suspicions grew, but the no or some lame excuse only came when you said you were from Gotham. Always the same thing, you almost thought about giving up.

Suddenly, like a light at the end of the tunnel: another listing for a place to rent. Adrian had received a few offers, but of course, it was you who caught his attention. Bad idea? Maybe... He should probably go by the sense that the most trustworthy person is the one who's most transparent about their life, though he couldn't care less about it. He liked the mystery and the way you had a natural frown on your face that amused him, and since then, you and he had been living together for six months.

Not only did you live in the same place as him, even better, you worked in the same place as him too. Oh, good old Fennel Fields... He hated that place, and so did you — third thing in common between the two of you. It might seem a bit much to live and work with the same person, but some weeks your work hours were different and having Adrian around wasn't really a bad thing, as long as he didn't start rambling on to you about nerdy things you didn't understand a single word of.

He even started telling everyone and anyone that you were his best friend, you tried to say something but he never let you, so you just accepted the fact that was left to you. Adrian was a bit clingy, he talked too much, he got excited when you said a tiny sentence about something he really liked, and yet he made you laugh when no one else did. You couldn't be rude to him, not when he accepted you from the start just knowing your name and where you came from... And he didn't even judge that.

Maybe he was your guardian angel? Yeah, that could've been a possibility, but that possibility died the second you got home earlier than usual.

Your eyes widened and you tried to hit the hooded figure inside the apartment with your backpack, thinking he was an intruder — you stopped when you realized he was bleeding, and worse than that, he had the same voice as Adrian. “No fucking way,” was what came out of your mouth with some surprise when you took a step back and your backpack fell to the floor. “Adrian?”

He couldn't say much, just nodded as he pulled out a chair and sat down with a grunt of pain. You quickly turned on the kitchen light and saw him taking off his hood — sure, he was freaking out because you saw him dressed as the Vigilante, but the pain he felt almost made him forget it.

“Holy shit... Did you get shot?” You almost screamed when you saw the blood, your eyes widening again, not knowing what to do or where to look. “You don't have to... I don't know, go to a hospital?”

Adrian threw his hood to the floor — right next to your backpack, breathing a little hard before looking down and seeing the same blood you were seeing. “Oh... Just contain the leak and patch it, you know? Like a water pipe.”

Like a water pipe... You had to laugh nervously. Not knowing which was worse: your roommate being a vigilante or your roommate being a vigilante who'd been shot and was bleeding in your kitchen. “This is the first time I've seen you nervous...” He laughed a little silly. “Cool.”